ความคิดเห็นที่ 1 ภาคต้นฉบับ From : Dear Cupid (By Julie Ortolon) “Confusing you? Or scaring you?” “You don’t scare me.” Her head shot up, revealing wide, frantic eyes. “Oh, yeah?” He leaned in close. “Prove it. Kiss me, Kate. Stop thinking and kiss me.” “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she breathed as he laid a trail of kisses beside her mouth. She turned her head a fraction, letting their mouths brush. “It’s a terrible idea.” “Speak for yourself.” He cupped the back of her head. “I happen to think it’s a brilliant idea.” Tired of toying at the edge of the pond, he dove in headfirst, let himself drown in the textures and flavors of her mouth. He felt her go under with him, as her arms wound about his neck. “Mike, wait.” She struggled up for air. “This isn’t fair to you.” “How could something I want this badly not be fair to me?” “Because you want forever, and all I want is now.” “Then take it, Kate.” He took her hand and teased her palm with a kiss. He saw her eyes go heavy, felt her body tremble. “Seize the moment.” “As long as you realize” --her voice came out in a husky whisper-- “this can’t go anywhere. If we do this, if we wind up in bed together, we both agree it’s just ” “Sex?” He moved his mouth to her wrist, delighting in the rapid beat of her pulse. “Yes.” She met his eyes squarely, even as color rose in her cheeks. “There’ll be no promise of happy-ever-after. No false commitment. Just what we have here and now.” His eyes hardened. “Fine. If that’s what you want.” He swept her into his arms. “Mike!” she shrieked. “What are you doing?” “Giving you what you want,” he answered as he headed for the bedroom. “You don’t have to carry me. Besides, I’m too heavy!” “The day a Cameron can’t carry a woman to bed is the day I change my name.” When he reached the master suite, he tossed her into the middle of the king-sized water bed. Her eyes widened as he climbed onto the bed and crawled toward her on all fours until he hovered over her. Beneath her, water sloshed, while lightning and thunder raged beyond the windows. She felt as if she’d been cast into a lifeboat on a storm-tossed sea. “You want mindless, emotionless sex? Then that’s what I’ll give you.” Her heart slammed into her throat, but before she could answer, his mouth came down over hers. Hard. Demanding. Excitement flared, blinding her in a white-hot rush. Yes, this was what she wanted, needed. Not the polite exchange between two people who shared their bodies because they shared a bed. When love died, sex became just another part of being married, like doing the laundry and paying the mortgage. This, however, was anything but polite. With savage efficiency, he pulled her top over her head and tossed it across the room. His mouth descended to the swell of her breasts above her lacy peach-colored bra. Gasping, she arched beneath him, caught by a wild recklessness she’d only dreamed of, read about, written about, but never thought to experience herself. Waves of heat washed through her as his hands moved down her body, caressing every curve until he cupped her bottom and brought her hips firmly against his rigid arousal. “Touch me, Kate. However you want. I’m all yours.” Emboldened by his husky words, she slipped her hands beneath the shirt and discovered the body that lay beneath. She’d wondered about the feel of it, oh, how she’d wondered, and now she knew. Hard, heated flesh greeted her at every turn from the solid chest to the taut stomach. One of his thighs moved between hers, pressing and rubbing with deadly skill. She writhed within his embrace, thrilled by his strength and his urgency. She lifted her hips as he removed her shorts. His eyes darkened when he discovered the lacy peach thong that matched her bra. When his gaze traveled back to hers, she saw amusement mix with approval. “ I take it ‘passionate peach’ is your favorite color?” A chuckle escaped her at the reference to the lipstick she’d dropped in L .A. How could any man be so arrogantly aggressive and light-hearted at the same time? The combination proved irresistible. “Absolutely,” she said in her most sultry voice. With a growl, he kissed her mouth, her neck, worked his way down to her breasts. Rather than remove the bra, he lowered the lace just enough to reveal the coral nipples that waited beneath. “God,” he said, shaking his head. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” “Perhaps you could show me.” And he did. With every touch, every kiss, he took her to places she’d only imagined---wild, wonderful places that left her breathless and greedy for more. He shed his shirt, kicked free of his shorts and briefs. Her bra and thong quickly followed. Naked at last, they rolled together, a tangle of eager hands and desperate bodies until she pressed him to his back and straddled his hips. “The nightstand,” he mumbled against her breast as he flung one arm outward, groping over the sheet. “What?” She frowned in confusion as he slowly destroyed her with his clever tongue on her nipples. “I’ve got to hang on. Don’t go away.” Twisting sideways, he reached the nightstand, rummaged through the drawer, then came back with a small foil packet. A condom. Of course! She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it herself and insisted upon it. She, who doled out lectures on safe sex, had completely forgotten the number one rule. But then, she’d never had cause to use one before, had in fact never made love to a man who wore one. She watched in fascination as he rolled it on. Then he reached for her and her thoughts scattered. “You want me, Kate?” he asked against her neck as his hands moved her hips into position. She felt his hard shaft press against her moist entrance. “Then take me. I’m all yours.” How could she have known that surrender from a man would thrill her so? How could he have known? She didn’t care. She laced her fingers with his and carried his hands above his head, holding them there. Sinking over him, she took what he offered. Her head fell back as she gloried in the feel of his long hard length inside her, the power that it gave her. When she rocked against him, he followed her lead. The tension built slowly at first, than faster as she quickened the pace. It wasn’t enough. And then it was too much. Too much feeling. Too much wanting. Too much everything. In a final surge of energy and passion, they came together like a wave hitting a rocky shore. Thrust upward, airborne, they remained suspended in that perfect time and space, before they fell together back to earth, and into each other’s arms จากคุณ : คนรักลูก - [ 4 ก.พ. 48 23:11:16 A:202.183.132.124 X: ]

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