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He watched her for aup the stairs as well He caught her on the center landing, gripping her by the shoulders "Da different, so to let you throw it away-- because I’m a cop!"

Her eyes lowered She tried to wrench free froain, eyes now a gold fire of both anger and pain "That’s not--" He didn’t let her finish He kissed her again Kissed her so that she couldn’t speak Cupped her jaw, stroked her cheek, her throat Forced her against hiainst his body

Groeak He pressed his advantage The few buttons on her tailored shirt gave easily He was good at bra hooks Her breast spilled into his hands and he worked her nipple until she hiain, he thrust his hand into her pants, forcing her jeans down, rubbing, probing He stroked through pubic hair, finding the warht have been a long, long time since she’d had sex She seerees hot, wet, falling against him His lips broke fro, fleetingly glad of the rich Persian runner as he hastily slid off her sandals and pulled down her jeans and exotic lace panties He rose over her, seeing her eyes again, listening to her feeble protest

"Sean, really "

He touched her lips again, licking, nibbling, tasting, teasing as he briefly struggled to discard her already opened blouse and bra When she was naked on the exotic carpet, he paused, looking at her God, she was stunning Tiny waist, flaring hips, flat belly, deep, fire-red pubis, long, long legs Her breasts were full, her nipples large and deep rouge, hardened now to little peaks Again he lowered hirating with his teeth Her arain, but then lowered hi between them He licked, kissed and caressed her sweetness while she writhed and gasped out unintelligible words then shrieked, tre with a wild force as she climaxed

He hastily ripped open his button-fly jeans, and settled on top of her, thrusting into her arer and the speed of a jackrabbit Yet her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands fell against him, and she arched and twisted with abandon to ain to meet his God Oh, God Friction was ecstasy Her heat spilled all around hi spasain Empty, as sated as a drunk, he fell to her side, somewhat stunned by the sheer, volatile force of the passion they’d shared

She lay at his side, treht be cold Then he realized that he’d rather forced the issue on her stairway He turned to her She seemed somewhat stunned herself, almost like an innocent who had just discovered the secret so rown-ups shared--that sex could be a sensation like no other Her eyes were still so shiold Her body was bathed in a fine sheen of sweat Da, he looked at her breasts, her waist, the sleek ivory perfection of her belly, the fire red triangle at her thighs, and felt arousal beginning all over again

"I’ie," he told her softly, and he was glad when she smiled She reached out and stroked his cheek

"Wow!" she told hi a rich contentment seep into him

Her smile deepened "No, that was ain anytiainst him He kissed her lips, her forehead "God," he breathed "Just touching you, seeing you "

"I do have a bedroo burn?" he asked her

"Worth it," she told hi his jeans so he wouldn’t trip and make an ass of hilad that police work forced a man to stay in shape He lifted her effortlessly into his ar his eyes on hers as he started up the rest of the steps

"Which way?" he asked

She pointed to the left side of the house, sht side of the hallway," she told hiht spilled into her room froainst the walls, a sainst the rear wall He ripped down the elegant satin spread and laid her upon the sheets in a field of pillows He shed his own clothing quickly She watched him

Then he came to her, and she rose to her knees to meet hiers feathered over his flesh He had thought that he’d been aroused before

Her hands closed over his sex Stroked She pressed hith of hiue Took hihly, dragged her beneath hied into her And while he moved, they kissed Embraced Her lips teased his shoulders Her nails raked his back as she cried out

Her teeth just grazed his flesh

They spent thesated, glutted, then aroused again and again

Then, lione

He rose quickly, stu her na that she had collected her own clothing froain at the dalena

They’d e note of whi-dead ancestress had approved He saluted the painting

"Ridiculous, but I ahtly He hurried on to the kitchen Still no sight of her Coffee had been made He poured himself a cup

He looked out the rearand at last saw her, standing down by the river, wearing an ankle-length, sleeveless dress The material floated softly around her in the breeze Her hair was loose, and as she sipped coffee, she stared thoughtfully at the water

He let hi the porch and across the lawn to the water