Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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in the corner and he left her to turn it on, then turned off
the main switch.
A warm glow still filled the room, but it was softer,
more gentle than the direct light from the overhead
fixture. When he returned to the bed, Maggie gave him
a smile of gratitude and reached for him again, her
hands going to his back.
In moments he was naked, hard and hungry, and
turned to help her undress the rest of the way. Anticipation
thrummed through him, mingled with a healthy
dose of anxiety.
He didn’t think he could bear it if she stopped things
now, and he only hoped he could be sensitive and perceptive
enough to do and say the right things when his
body was having a hard time focusing on anything but
devouring her.
And then they were both naked. He ached to be inside
her, to lose himself in her heat, but he reined in his
unruly needs. Right now Maggie’s fears were far more
important, and he suspected she needed affirmation and
reassurance more than he needed the sexual connection
his body and soul craved.
He studied her several moments, his gaze ranging over
the curve of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, the
dark triangle between her legs, then his gaze shifted lower,
to one long, shapely leg and foot and the other that ended
abruptly a few inches below her knee.
Though he grieved again for her pain and he would
have given anything to give her back what she had
lost, he found nothing there that filled him with
anything but desire.