Opening her eyes； she found Ross's hot above her。 His breath was
unsteady； but he waited。 She sensed he was giving her a chance to turn
and run； but that was the last thing she wanted to do。
She met his kiss with an eagerness she hadn't known for eleven years。
All the power of her femininity that had been stored up and denied now
burst forth。 Ross's lips were firm and knowing in response to her
passion； dominating then submitting； teasing then yielding。 They
explored the ripe curve of her mouth with a thoroughness surpassed only
when his tongue entered the act。 And Chloe opened herself more with each
darting flicker； with each exchange of breath。
She had e alive and was aflame。 At some point her arms found his neck
and coiled beyond； drawing her slender body firmly against his longer；
harder one。 His hands played over her back； caressing every inch from
hip to neck with the devastating touch of those long fingers。
And she was caught in the web they spun； neither able nor willing to
move away。
Everything about Ross was utterly male； from the musky scent of his skin
to the trim tapering of the hair at the top of his collar； to the lean
line of his torso and the corded steel of his thighs。 It was as though
Chloe was innocent again； as though this was that first ecstatic night
relived。 She was intoxicated。
When he groaned and crushed her to him； she understood the feeling。 It
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