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too. In fact, I
bought one today. I can't believe I just said that. I bought a
sailboat."
"Hey, that's great. Welcome to my world." He
handed her a bottle of water and touched her elbow. "Let's sit down
and you can tell me about it."
While he unlaced his boots and tossed them in
a corner, Sabrina sat obediently and twisted the bottle cap. The
water was cool and refreshing. Sitting a short distance from her,
he lifted her legs and tugged off her shoes. He swung her feet into
his lap, spinning her to face him. With a light touch, he massaged
the soles of her feet.
Breathing was difficult, and she shivered.
Uncertainty made her wary.
"So, who are you Sabrina, and what brought
you here?"
Emboldened, she teased him. "Here? You mean
to your lair?"
He grinned wolfishly. "I'll take very good
care of you," he promised.
"No," she protested, pulling her feet from
his lap. She sat straight and placed her bottle on the table. "I'm
not sure what's going on here, but, umm. Okay, well, I'm sure I
know what's going on. I, uh…" She looked around helplessly. The
Zephyrus was the last thing on her mind.
Jay watched her struggle with anxiety and
leaned back against the couch, one hand resting on his knee, the
other framing his head. The effect was one of submission, opening
his body and assuring her that she was in control.
It was a natural, inviting gesture and one
her body recognized instinctively, whether or not she understood.
She slid against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Don't
make me talk anymore. Kiss me." She closed her eyes and waited.
Amused, Jay stroked her hair from her face
and lifted her chin. He brushed her lips with his, gently. She
grunted a protest and wiggled deeper into his arms. "Kiss me," she
demanded, her eyes still closed.
His mouth was hot as it melded with hers, and
oh, could he kiss. He pulled her against him, making her head swim
at the contact. She sucked tenderly on his bottom lip, teasing him
into aggression. He fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her
head to the side, baring her neck and shoulder. With a growl, he
plundered and Sabrina gasped at the bolt of desire she felt.
This animal need was new; never had she been
so reckless or daring. The heat of his gaze stripped her and now
she burned for his hands to do the same.
"Touch me," she whispered. "I want to feel
your skin next to mine."
"Sabrina," he gasped, "I don't think …"
"Good advice," she said, cutting off his
words with her wicked mouth. She traced her tongue across his lips.
"Let's not think about this."
She tugged at her shirt, pulling the buttons
loose. She tried to shrug out of it, but the cuffs caught at her
wrists, binding her. "Help me," she pleaded, rubbing her cheek
against his bearded one, her lace-covered breasts heaving against
him. She lifted her arms weakly, caught behind her back in her
shirtsleeves.
"Honey, we need to slow down," he said,
catching her wrists and unbuttoning one cuff, then the other. She
shrugged free, then slid her hands inside his T-shirt.
"I don't want to. If I do, I might change my
mind." She rose on her knees and pressed him into the back of the
couch, drugging him with one deep kiss after another. Helpless, Jay
cupped her breasts.
While Sabrina focused on tugging off his
T-shirt, Jay slipped his hands behind her and unsnapped her satin,
red and black bra. As the wisp of material fell away, he marveled
at the dark peaks of her breasts. Her skin was dusky and smelled
faintly of cinnamon and, he inhaled again, hay?
Unable to resist, he brushed his tongue
against her nipple. She reacted instantly, arching her back and
thrusting her breasts forward. Jay placed a hand over one swollen
nipple, rolling it gently between his fingers, while he tugged the
other between his lips. His free hand slid down her waist and
cupped her bottom. Sabrina straddled Jay, resting on her knees.
When she felt the pressure of his hand on the back of her thigh,
she lowered herself into his lap and rocked
bought one today. I can't believe I just said that. I bought a
sailboat."
"Hey, that's great. Welcome to my world." He
handed her a bottle of water and touched her elbow. "Let's sit down
and you can tell me about it."
While he unlaced his boots and tossed them in
a corner, Sabrina sat obediently and twisted the bottle cap. The
water was cool and refreshing. Sitting a short distance from her,
he lifted her legs and tugged off her shoes. He swung her feet into
his lap, spinning her to face him. With a light touch, he massaged
the soles of her feet.
Breathing was difficult, and she shivered.
Uncertainty made her wary.
"So, who are you Sabrina, and what brought
you here?"
Emboldened, she teased him. "Here? You mean
to your lair?"
He grinned wolfishly. "I'll take very good
care of you," he promised.
"No," she protested, pulling her feet from
his lap. She sat straight and placed her bottle on the table. "I'm
not sure what's going on here, but, umm. Okay, well, I'm sure I
know what's going on. I, uh…" She looked around helplessly. The
Zephyrus was the last thing on her mind.
Jay watched her struggle with anxiety and
leaned back against the couch, one hand resting on his knee, the
other framing his head. The effect was one of submission, opening
his body and assuring her that she was in control.
It was a natural, inviting gesture and one
her body recognized instinctively, whether or not she understood.
She slid against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Don't
make me talk anymore. Kiss me." She closed her eyes and waited.
Amused, Jay stroked her hair from her face
and lifted her chin. He brushed her lips with his, gently. She
grunted a protest and wiggled deeper into his arms. "Kiss me," she
demanded, her eyes still closed.
His mouth was hot as it melded with hers, and
oh, could he kiss. He pulled her against him, making her head swim
at the contact. She sucked tenderly on his bottom lip, teasing him
into aggression. He fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her
head to the side, baring her neck and shoulder. With a growl, he
plundered and Sabrina gasped at the bolt of desire she felt.
This animal need was new; never had she been
so reckless or daring. The heat of his gaze stripped her and now
she burned for his hands to do the same.
"Touch me," she whispered. "I want to feel
your skin next to mine."
"Sabrina," he gasped, "I don't think …"
"Good advice," she said, cutting off his
words with her wicked mouth. She traced her tongue across his lips.
"Let's not think about this."
She tugged at her shirt, pulling the buttons
loose. She tried to shrug out of it, but the cuffs caught at her
wrists, binding her. "Help me," she pleaded, rubbing her cheek
against his bearded one, her lace-covered breasts heaving against
him. She lifted her arms weakly, caught behind her back in her
shirtsleeves.
"Honey, we need to slow down," he said,
catching her wrists and unbuttoning one cuff, then the other. She
shrugged free, then slid her hands inside his T-shirt.
"I don't want to. If I do, I might change my
mind." She rose on her knees and pressed him into the back of the
couch, drugging him with one deep kiss after another. Helpless, Jay
cupped her breasts.
While Sabrina focused on tugging off his
T-shirt, Jay slipped his hands behind her and unsnapped her satin,
red and black bra. As the wisp of material fell away, he marveled
at the dark peaks of her breasts. Her skin was dusky and smelled
faintly of cinnamon and, he inhaled again, hay?
Unable to resist, he brushed his tongue
against her nipple. She reacted instantly, arching her back and
thrusting her breasts forward. Jay placed a hand over one swollen
nipple, rolling it gently between his fingers, while he tugged the
other between his lips. His free hand slid down her waist and
cupped her bottom. Sabrina straddled Jay, resting on her knees.
When she felt the pressure of his hand on the back of her thigh,
she lowered herself into his lap and rocked
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