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lips, fanning her hunger to a flame, and her nipples roused to hot aching peaks.
He deepened the kiss and his tongue slid inside her mouth.
Oh, it had been so long. Like a homecoming, the raw animal flavours of the man she⬠"!d loved so passionately invaded her senses with a heady
rush and made her drunk. Her primal female instincts opened to sheer pleasure, craving to possess every fibre of him.
Hypnotised, in thrall to the irresistible sexual narcotic, she entwined herself around him, desire flaming in her blood like an incendiary. In
enthusiastic response he dragged her even closer against his iron-hard frame. Oblivious of where she was, she let her hands rove his powerful shoulders
and chest, rediscovering his lean, muscular solidity.
Every part of him felt so satisfying to her touch.
Hungrily she caressed the silky hair in his nape, enjoying the sensation on her fingertips. It was a sensual explosion. Drenched in desire, her
breath mingling with his, her yearning nipples and the tender tissues between her thighs burned for his caress.
As if in instinctive understanding he slipped a hand under her shirt and pushed up her bra for an exploration of her breasts. His big warm hand felt
so pleasant on her soft skin, so right, while his gentle tease of her nipples added fuel to the flames.
His erection prodded her, heightening her arousal. Her craving for his clever hands to roam in a southerly direction raged in her blood like wildfire.
They slid to her bottom, stroking her with a delicious touch. Urgent for contact where it counted, she made an attempt in the cramped space to
hook her leg around his calf.
Obligingly, he pulled her pelvis hard against him and rotated his hips in a primitive rhythm she found wildly stimulating. While his hand squeezed
one grateful breast, and his tongue tickled the delicate tissues inside her mouth, she felt his hard penis tantalise the yearning delta between her legs.
The friction was erotic, it held the promise of ecstasy, but with so many clothes in the way it wasn⬠"!t nearly enough.
She reached for his belt buckle, but abruptly, and probably just in time, a sharp tattoo on the door roused her from her escalating sensual trance.
Surfacing back to painful awareness of her uncomfortable surroundings, she broke from the kiss.
A glimpse of her face in the mirror acted on her hot fraught body like a douse of cold water. Panting, she pushed vigorously at Joe⬠"!s chest and
slapped at his roving hands.
⬠ÜStop this,⬠"! she hissed. ⬠ÜGet out of here. Go on.⬠"!
He looked startled. ⬠ÜNow?⬠"! he said hoarsely.
A glance into his dark inflamed eyes threatened to send her under again, but she insisted.
⬠ÜGo on.⬠"! She squeezed away from the door to make space for it to open. With a last burning look at her, he edged past her and left.
She spent some time splashing her face and tidying up, alone and not regretting it, her thoughts on hold until she could bear to look herself in the
face. When she emerged, the main cabin lights were back on, people were moving and shuffling around, and all the signals were there that a meal was
about to be served.
Somehow she found her seat and settled back into it, fighting to compose herself and will away the sweet, insidious pleasure still mingling in her
bloodstream with all the dissatisfied cravings the clinch had aroused.
Guilt washed through her, and a sobering streak of anxiety. How could she have been so weak, so thoughtless? When she had everything to lose,
at the very first test of her resolve she⬠"!d fallen. She hadn⬠"!t even made it through the flight without surrendering herself to him. She blenched to
think of how quickly she⬠"!d succumbed.
All through the night she⬠"!d been castigating herself for not having properly ascertained what it was he expected from her on this trip. Was this
it?
Shame and disappointment chilled her heart. How did he think of her? That she was his ever-ready pushover? That he could still seduce her,
make her love him, then break her heart and walk away?
She tried to struggle out of her attack of conscience with a more positive view. If she⬠"!d engaged in a sexy interlude in the washroom with him
ten years ago, she wouldn⬠"!t have ejected him quite so soon. At least now she could congratulate herself for having drawn some sort of line.
It was hard to think clearly all churned up, but she needed to be brutally honest with herself. Had she really expected nothing to happen? Did she
really want nothing to happen? She⬠"!d loved it when he came to her doorstep to negotiate because it had allowed her to cave in and still preserve her
pride.
But while that strict little voice in her head was hauling her naked across the burning coals, there was no denying her old wild reckless part was still
there, crazy to plunge straight in with him again. It was a dilemma, and it was wrong. She was wrong.
Although maybe it was right. Why else did it feel so right?
Oh, she was a weak, weak vessel, and she needed to put a definite distance between herself and Joe Sinclair.
She waited, tense as a wire, but he didn⬠"!t return for some time. Probably gloating over his easy conquest, she glowered to herself. No doubt
knocking back a triumphal Scotch.
When he did come, she had her headphones on and her book open before her. He slipped into his seat silently, with just a sidelong glance at her.
She quickly lowered her eyes.
He took his own book from the seat pouch and started to read. It was like a taunt to her, how relaxed he seemed after breaking her condition. His
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