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remember?”
    “Yes, but not now…not right this minute.”
The towel fell from her hair, and the strands clung to her face.
“I’m not dressed.”
    “You don’t need to be dressed for what I
planned.”
    “But I don’t have any makeup on, and my hair
is wet,” she said.
    “Did you use that same shampoo?” he
asked.
    “I did.”
    “Then I want to smell your hair,” he said.
“Right now.”
    “You foolish man, I look a fright.”
    “Nonsense.” He went to her and placed his
hands over hers where they clutched the towel to her chest. After
gentle prodding, she allowed him to ease her hold, and the cloth
fell to the floor.
    Now he could take her fully into his arms
and capture her mouth in a kiss. The scent of roses invaded his
brain, sending his mind to sunlit meadows where he was always young
and in love.
    “I’m getting you wet,” she whispered against
his lips.
    “I’ll dry.”
    “I wanted to look my best for you.”
    “How could you possibly look any better than
you do right now?” he said. He found a droplet of water in the
space above her collarbone and kissed it away. That tasted so good
he followed with nips and caresses along her shoulder.
    Sighing, she gave up any protest that the
moment wasn’t perfect in any way, and ran her arms around his neck
to bring her body against his. Her nipples hardened, poking at his
chest through the fabric of his shirt. Lower, her belly cushioned
his growing erection. She could make him as randy as a schoolboy,
as eager to couple as a newlywed. One touch, one kiss made the
years melt away to be replaced with joy he’d never thought to
experience again.
    “Come.” He took her hand and led her to the
bedroom. Why attempt making love against porcelain fixtures when
one had a fine mattress for the purpose? She followed, lagging
behind a step as if still shy at being seen without all the
trappings of femininity. When would women learn that all the fuss
and bother might impress their friends or even themselves, but that
true sexiness came from her hunger for her lover’s touch, her
sounds of approval, and her eventual surrender to passion during
climax? He’d seen, heard, felt this woman’s orgasms, and they’d
created a need for more in him powerful enough to send him into a
hotel hallway searching for her while his sons were just down the
hall. Possibly still awake.
    Now standing by the bed, he wrapped his arms
around her and kissed her again. This time, he let his hand roam
over her back and down to her backside. Cupping her buttocks in his
palms, he massaged the flesh. The action pulled her hard against
his stiff member, and the throbbing began. Their mouths tangled,
each of them seeking for closer contact. The sound of her labored
breathing created a fever inside him until he could scarcely get
oxygen into his lungs. He had to pull back for a moment before he
lost himself completely and forgot his responsibility lay in her
pleasure, not his own.
    “I want you,” she whispered.
    “As I do you. Desperately.”
    “Then why are you still dressed?”
    “Perhaps I was waiting for you to unwrap
me,” he answered.
    With a coy smile up at him, she finished
undoing his buttons, pulled the shirt out of his pants, and removed
it. Then she ran her hands over his chest as if adoring it.
Suddenly, her shyness with him made sense as he underwent the same
scrutiny he’d given her. Did his body truly please her, or had she
only flattered him before? Lovemaking at their age had so much more
weight than the sex young people indulged in. Pretty bodies and
healthy libidos didn’t have to worry about disappointing one’s
lover. Could he truly be the man she wanted, with all his
imperfections?
    She gazed at him with admiration in her eyes
as she continued touching him. And he watched in awe as her hand
moved. Finally, her palm came to rest directly over his heart,
making their connection clear. Trust. Willingness to make oneself
vulnerable. Love.
    Then she went back to