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"Felicia." The deep,
masculine voice she craved called to her from a foot
away, but also from so much farther.
Her heart threatened
to burst; it pounded so hard, so fast. Her face was on
fire with the blush of remembered passion. She dared
not look into those eyes, not yet, for fear of losing
herself. And, how she wanted to be lost.
"Felicia," he
repeated, his voice urging her to glance upward.
Dark piercing eyes
that seemed to glow, met her gaze. He stood so at ease
and relaxed, it was as if nothing in the world could
touch him. While she felt as if the tiniest puff of
wind would have her fluttering away. She trembled and
could scarcely get her breath.
"Felicia." This time
his hand reached toward her. "I've waited so long this
time."
Her heart had lodged
in her throat, so even if she'd wanted to reply, it
would have been impossible. She watched her hand,
trembling, fingers tingling, rose and reached for his.
Inches separated them, but the electricity leapt between
them.
"Yes, much too
long." His fingers met hers.
The room around them
vanished. Just the two of them in a mist-shrouded
pocket, her seated at a small table, him standing before
her. Still, her heart raced and her mouth was as dry as
a desert wind.
His grip tightened
and he drew her to her feet. Felicia stepped out of her
heels and stood barefoot, the top of her head barely
reaching his chin. She wanted so much to lean forward
and kiss the gleaming white chest, but she dared not
move.
"Remove your dress."
Visions of doing the
exact thing he demanded filled her mind. Her free hand,
as if of its own accord, found the buttons at the center
of her breast and deftly unfastened them. One, two,
then three—her bodice gaped—then four, and five—her
nakedness shone, almost as whitely as his. She
unfastened the button on the shoulder then shrugged and
the dress slid down her body until it was nothing but a
soft mound encircling her ankles. White silk panties
were all that shielded her from his gaze.
Carl nodded and gave
her hand a firm squeeze. His fingers were cool against
hers, and she remembered that they always were.
With one hand still
in his, she slid her panties off, wriggling and pushing
them down her thighs. He steadied her as she kicked the
tiny scrap of cloth away then stood proudly before him,
naked and his.
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