Chapter 102 Action Action

• Action...action...action... The tie-belt of her gown wrenched apart, the silk being slid from her shoulders, sleeves pushed down, off, out of the way...hands skimming her curves, clutching them...kisses, trailing down her throat, over the swell of her breasts, his mouth finding her nipples through the thin fabric of her nightie, drawing hotly on them, unbelievably exciting...helping him get rid of his coat, his shirt, her hands greedily exulting in the ripple of his muscles, his naked shoulders, his back, the dark nest of male hair on his chest.
• Touching...with a total abandonment of any inhibition. Touching because she wanted to, needed to, making this intimacy with him so real she was giddy with the intense pleasure of it. More kisses... wonderful intoxicating kisses...her pulses pounding, her heartbeat raging, her mind swimming with the awesome knowledge he was removing his trousers, the rest of his clothes, stripping himself naked, wanting flesh to flesh, wild for the same earthy reality of feeling all he could with her.
• And the raw power of this new touch of him had her falling apart, a sweet disintegration that begged for the fulfilment he promised with the hard strength he could bring to her. He lifted off her nightie—a fever of impatience now—his body rubbing against hers, letting her feel, making her feel his readiness, and her readiness for the ultimate joining. More than readiness. A compelling yearning to give and take all a man and woman could experience together. It was so strong, so immediate, when he swept her off her feet and carried her to the bed, it was like soaring towards a climax and she was spreading her legs for him even as they landed on the mattress.