She almost turned and left, but she couldn't.
She was drawn to him.
She had to be here.
She had to join him.
She couldn't let him go.
Intensely passionate and erotic... a story of love, loss and sexual abandon, from the author of You and Easy As One, Two, Three.
Contains explicit sexual content.
She lowered herself gently beside him, propping herself up on one elbow so that she could continue to study him.
His head was turned away from her, his dark brown hair looking black in the moonlight, the stubble thick, several days' worth. His chest was well-muscled, a thin covering of dark hair stretching from nipple to nipple, up to the notch where his breast-bones met, and down across a belly that had once been taut six-pack but was now just a little more softly-defined. At his belly-button the hair thickened and then was lost beneath the white twist of sheet.
She reached for him, one finger, a long nail making gentle contact with his chest. She pulled her hand towards herself, drawing the nail through his chest hair. He twitched. She hadn't expected him to be so well out of it, so quickly.
Her nail reached his nipple, scratched across it, and he twitched again, opened his mouth as if to speak, then sighed, settled again.
She moved her finger back to the centre of his chest, dragged the nail down over his ribs, his belly, and finally pushed down beneath the tangle of sheet.
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Published January 19, 2014
by James Grieve Press.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.