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| Serena Hudson's just been dumped at the altar. But she's already found the chauffeur waiting in the limo. And he's just about to drive her...mad with desire! |
| "Glenn?" In the instant when she remembered, she felt it again,,,felt the pressure of unseen eyes staring and the slow creep of a blush burning its way across her face. He didn't stop. He only changed the motion of her hips to a gentle back and forth rocking, a more provocative and potent motion that forced a slow and leisurely withdrawal upon her. "Glenn, I feel like someone's..." But it was no use. There was no resisting him. No resisting the slighly dreamy feel of him entering her again, a little faster. No resisting as he withdrew immediately. On top of him, in a position that just like the last time he'd placed her atop him should have given her absolute control. Yet because of the floating and the water it allowed no control at all. And she could not fight him. Could fight neither the feeling of being watched nor the floating unreality of no longer caring. She could do nothing but peer out over Glenn's shoulder at the forest with dazed eyes that nonetheless strained to make out the shape of the watcher through the haze of steam-fog that seemed to thicken in less than a moment to an impenetrable curtain of white blotting out everything beyond the rim of their pool. "It's snowing!" Tilting her head back to catch on her tongue one fat and spiraling flake that somehow managed to make its way unscathed between the tendrils of steam that sought to obliterate and destroy, she looked straight up. Straight into gray-white sky that seemed to have lowered until it touched the white-covered ground. "It's beautiful!" Pulling her onto him, Glenn laughed a little. And she felt the sinuous vibration of it inside her, more deeply exciting and inciting even than the motion of his shaft as he increased both the speed and the pressure with which he made her take him, forced her to reject, and then pulled her back down onto him all over again. "It's better when it snows," he murmured, never stopping that delicious rhythm. Never easing it, or allowing it to falter. And that was when she saw them. The watchers. That was when she saw the three mule deer...the same three she'd watched earlier from the windows of the house? Or three of their curious cousins? They stood close together on the pathway that led back to the cabin, perfectly poised with their heads up and their ears swiveled as if to listen to every word, every cry, every sound. Serena looked straight up into liquid and faintly luminous brown eyes, and suddenly she laughed at the wonder of the moment, at the wonder of lazy white flakes dropping in thick yet filmy curtains, only to evaporate and disappear when they met the rising plumes of steam. "It's beautiful," she whispered, making an effort to tighten her body around his so that he couldn't move her away so easily...or maybe couldn't move her at all. "When it snows." "Serena?" "What?" Glenn didn't say anything else. Didn't make another sound, though she felt certain he wanted to. Felt certain he'd meant to, and was only holding back out of some incomprehensible...she didn't know what to call it. Couldn't even begin to guess what it should be called. Certainly not shyness. She'd never met a person, man or woman, who seemed less shy, less reserved or hesitant, than Glenn Gray. Never met anyone who displayed such ready passion or such eagerness to give pleasure and accept it in return. Never met anyone who fit with her so perfectly. Who seemed to know exactly what she wanted, to anticipate it and delight in giving it. But he was holding back. And she had no idea why. |
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| cover art by Martine Jardin #2 cover artisi Preditors and Editors poll, 2003 |
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| A great read...a page turner from beginning to end." Ansley Velarde, The Road To Romance |
| fun and very erotic...This story was VERY entertaining. 3 HEARTS, Holly Hewson, The Romance Studio |