an artist she would have drawn him。 But she was only
a woman。
〃Chloe？〃
She took his hand and stretched out against him with a soft moan。 He
felt wonderful against her。 When she began to touch him； he sucked in a
breath。
〃Oh； God；〃 he whispered gruffly； 〃oh； God； that's it。〃 His chest rose
and fell； lungs labored。 〃Feel it； princess？〃
There were two kinds of feeling； the physical and the emotional。 Chloe
experienced both。 High on the fullness； she moved freely over his body。
Her fingers found delight with every touch； her heart satisfaction。 She
reached his most electric parts as he reached for her。
〃Now；〃 she begged； desperate and demanding。
〃Kiss me first；〃 he murmured thickly。 When she turned up her face； he
moved over her； slipping between her open thighs。
She cried into his mouth when he thrust forward。 Anything she might have
remembered of the past was gone then； paling in the light of the
present。 Her body exploded and flamed； burning hotter with each thrust
of his hips； with each progressively deeper peration。 She rose and
rose； straining higher； higher； until her body burst into spasms of
something akin to heaven。
She cried out again when she heard Ross's cry。 She felt the tightness of
his muscles； the pumping of his hips； then； joy； a grand pulsing inside
her。 He held her as tightly as she held him； and there