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Turner stretched out on her sofa totally nude, picked up his glass, and took a long drink. He stared out the windows. He didn’t pick up a magazine, turn on the tube, or read the newspaper. He just stared out the window.
After a while he set down the glass and rose from his reclining position. He walked straight across the apartment, still naked, and into her bathroom. She heard water running. She giggled to herself and ate her last Twinkie, washing it down with the last of the hot chocolate. She’d have to go brush her teeth again somehow, but she’d be damned if she’d let him know she’d been watching his gorgeous self get naked.
Turner came out of the bathroom, passed by her, smiled, then lay back down on the sofa, pulling a sheet and blanket over himself. She watched as he again just gazed out the window.
“Paris?” he asked.
“What?” she replied as flatly as possible.
“Your book is upside down.”
She glanced at it, then snapped the damn book shut and threw it across the room toward him. It hit the back of the sofa. She heard his deep, steady laugh echo around the apartment.
Paris threw off the covers, marched to the bathroom, brushed her teeth vigorously, marched back to her bed, turned off her light and pulled the cover over her head. Damn him! Damn Turner Pruitt.
Paris woke up with fear pressing in on her like a pitch-black cloud. It was an old fear—an old dream. She struggled to reach out of it.
“Paris.” Turner’s voice came out of the darkness. His hand smoothed her hair away from her temple and brushed her hot tears away. She reached out, caught his hand, and held it close to her heart.
He slid between the covers and held her with her back to him. She caught her ragged breath as she felt his warmth surround her. He was still naked, and his body responded to her nearness, but he kept holding her quietly until she felt the darkness fold into a softer feeling.
She turned her body to him and let herself have the pleasure of touching his hot, smooth skin. Her fingertips ran from his shoulder, down the small of his back, across his bare hips, and behind him. She heard him groan as she skimmed over to his front and traced lines up and down his thigh, and around his now completely full-blown erection. She smiled to herself as she heard his breath go ragged, and she traced closer and closer with her fingertips, then up and around him, ever so lightly.
She felt a strong wave of desire hit her body. She wanted to be held, and touched, and she wanted him to soothe the fire that was now burning her up. She squirmed out of her leggings and tossed off her nightshirt, then pressed her naked body against his. She took his hand and made sure he felt her patch in place. She was suddenly glad she’d reapplied it, even though she’d had no reason to even think this might occur.
He responded strongly—he must have understood, and that was the end of any control she’d had over him. His lips brushed her neck and he found his way to her mouth, slowly tantalizing her with his tongue on the way.
His arms encircled her, and his kiss was consuming. Paris kept trying to keep her head together, but she slipped deeply into the spell of his lovemaking as he completely took her over. She soaked up every inch of his heat and lust her body could get. It made her forget everything. It made her feel alive. She arched herself into him as he moved her breast into his mouth and flicked at the tip of her nipple with his tongue. This was what she wanted. She wanted him to devour her. He was darkness and pleasure, and his body demanded her. She held his shoulders as he drove her to the edge of unbelievable pleasure, touching her and moving his mouth over her. She wanted to hurry him and slow him down all at once. His body—his amazing body—was all she could feel anymore, besides the burning heat inside her.
Even when she moved herself on top of him, he took control of her and slowly teased her with his
Turner stretched out on her sofa totally nude, picked up his glass, and took a long drink. He stared out the windows. He didn’t pick up a magazine, turn on the tube, or read the newspaper. He just stared out the window.
After a while he set down the glass and rose from his reclining position. He walked straight across the apartment, still naked, and into her bathroom. She heard water running. She giggled to herself and ate her last Twinkie, washing it down with the last of the hot chocolate. She’d have to go brush her teeth again somehow, but she’d be damned if she’d let him know she’d been watching his gorgeous self get naked.
Turner came out of the bathroom, passed by her, smiled, then lay back down on the sofa, pulling a sheet and blanket over himself. She watched as he again just gazed out the window.
“Paris?” he asked.
“What?” she replied as flatly as possible.
“Your book is upside down.”
She glanced at it, then snapped the damn book shut and threw it across the room toward him. It hit the back of the sofa. She heard his deep, steady laugh echo around the apartment.
Paris threw off the covers, marched to the bathroom, brushed her teeth vigorously, marched back to her bed, turned off her light and pulled the cover over her head. Damn him! Damn Turner Pruitt.
Paris woke up with fear pressing in on her like a pitch-black cloud. It was an old fear—an old dream. She struggled to reach out of it.
“Paris.” Turner’s voice came out of the darkness. His hand smoothed her hair away from her temple and brushed her hot tears away. She reached out, caught his hand, and held it close to her heart.
He slid between the covers and held her with her back to him. She caught her ragged breath as she felt his warmth surround her. He was still naked, and his body responded to her nearness, but he kept holding her quietly until she felt the darkness fold into a softer feeling.
She turned her body to him and let herself have the pleasure of touching his hot, smooth skin. Her fingertips ran from his shoulder, down the small of his back, across his bare hips, and behind him. She heard him groan as she skimmed over to his front and traced lines up and down his thigh, and around his now completely full-blown erection. She smiled to herself as she heard his breath go ragged, and she traced closer and closer with her fingertips, then up and around him, ever so lightly.
She felt a strong wave of desire hit her body. She wanted to be held, and touched, and she wanted him to soothe the fire that was now burning her up. She squirmed out of her leggings and tossed off her nightshirt, then pressed her naked body against his. She took his hand and made sure he felt her patch in place. She was suddenly glad she’d reapplied it, even though she’d had no reason to even think this might occur.
He responded strongly—he must have understood, and that was the end of any control she’d had over him. His lips brushed her neck and he found his way to her mouth, slowly tantalizing her with his tongue on the way.
His arms encircled her, and his kiss was consuming. Paris kept trying to keep her head together, but she slipped deeply into the spell of his lovemaking as he completely took her over. She soaked up every inch of his heat and lust her body could get. It made her forget everything. It made her feel alive. She arched herself into him as he moved her breast into his mouth and flicked at the tip of her nipple with his tongue. This was what she wanted. She wanted him to devour her. He was darkness and pleasure, and his body demanded her. She held his shoulders as he drove her to the edge of unbelievable pleasure, touching her and moving his mouth over her. She wanted to hurry him and slow him down all at once. His body—his amazing body—was all she could feel anymore, besides the burning heat inside her.
Even when she moved herself on top of him, he took control of her and slowly teased her with his
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