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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.