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208 SNOWBOUND “I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” John said gruffly. “I was about to make reservations here.” “I haven’t put anyone in your room since the day you left.” “Uh-oh.” Tears sprang into her eyes. “Darn it, now I’m getting weepy!” He caught a tear from her lash on his fingertip. “Have I killed the mood here?” With sudden fierceness, she said, “Not on your life,” and went up on tiptoe to throw her arms around his neck. John caught her close and kissed her. The words made what they did now easier, as if in talking openly they had shed any need to be self-conscious. She pushed his flannel shirt off, then made him help take off the T-shirt beneath it. Fiona lifted her arms with breathtaking trust so that he could remove her chemise. She did flush when he looked at her small, high breasts, but she arched her back willingly when he cupped them, then bent to kiss each. He hadn’t had the foresight to ditch his boots and socks, and had to sit down to do that. She knelt and helped him, when she wasn’t nipping at his earlobe or stroking his thigh. He was so hard by the time he was done, he didn’t think he could have gotten his jeans unzipped without help. The feel of her fingers as she undid the button, then eased down the zipper, was like coming into contact with a live wire. Felt in every corpuscle of his body, and damn near painful but the best pain he’d ever imagined. He was gasping by the time she freed his erection. She made choked little sounds as she stroked him. He had to grip her hand.
JANICE KAY JOHNSON 209 “I’m…on the thin edge here.” “Oh.” A slow, satisfied smile was incredibly erotic. “Shall I make things worse?” Before he could answer, she stood, put her hands at the waistband of her flannel pajama bottoms and pushed them down until they pooled on the floor and she could step out of them. He growled something; her name, an expletive, he didn’t know. She was exquisite. Pale-skinned, fineboned, long-legged, with those perfect, small breasts and just enough curve at her hips. Hair as dark as that on her head curled at the apex of her thighs. John groaned, gripped the arms of the chair and momentarily closed his eyes. Then he surged to his feet, lifted her high and deposited her on the bed, coming down on top of her. As naturally as if they’d made love a thousand times before, her legs parted to welcome him, tangling with his. It was all he could do to grope in the bedside drawer, find a condom and put it on. Foreplay might not have been what it should be, but she didn’t seem to care and he couldn’t have waited another second to enter her. The feel of her enclosing him, not just her core but her arms and legs, and her mouth open against his, was the most glorious sensation he’d ever known. When almost immediately her body spasmed, and she whispered his name against his lips, he had the dazed thought that he’d found heaven on earth. Then he let himself drive into her once, twice, a dozen times, and empty himself of all his bitterness in a climax that shattered him—and yet left him whole on the other side.
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208 SNOWBOUND<br />
“I was afraid you wouldn’t <strong>com</strong>e,” John said gruffly.<br />
“I was about to make reservations here.”<br />
“I haven’t put anyone in your room since the day you<br />
left.”<br />
“Uh-oh.” Tears sprang into her eyes. “Darn it, now<br />
I’m getting weepy!”<br />
He caught a tear from her lash on his fingertip. “Have<br />
I killed the mood here?”<br />
With sudden fierceness, she said, “Not on your life,”<br />
and went up on tiptoe to throw her arms around his neck.<br />
John caught her close and kissed her. The words<br />
made what they did now easier, as if in talking openly<br />
they had shed any need to be self-conscious.<br />
She pushed his flannel shirt off, then made him help<br />
take off the T-shirt beneath it. Fiona lifted her arms<br />
with breathtaking trust so that he could remove her<br />
chemise. She did flush when he looked at her small,<br />
high breasts, but she arched her back willingly when he<br />
cupped them, then bent to kiss each.<br />
He hadn’t had the foresight to ditch his boots and socks,<br />
and had to sit down to do that. She knelt and helped him,<br />
when she wasn’t nipping at his earlobe or stroking his<br />
thigh. He was so hard by the time he was done, he didn’t<br />
think he could have gotten his jeans unzipped without<br />
help. The feel of her fingers as she undid the button, then<br />
eased down the zipper, was like <strong>com</strong>ing into contact with<br />
a live wire. Felt in every corpuscle of his body, and damn<br />
near painful but the best pain he’d ever imagined. He was<br />
gasping by the time she freed his erection.<br />
She made choked little sounds as she stroked him.<br />
He had to grip her hand.