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.He covered her mouth with his and kissed her thoroughly.Angelica responded hotly, hungrily, need bursting within her like a flame swept by a gust of pure oxygen.All at once she was burning and shivering at the same time.Her control faltered and then she willingly abandoned it, giving herself permission to tug at his blue chambray shirt, pulling it from the waistband of his jeans so she could slide her hands under to touch his skin.She was emboldened as she’d never been before, driven by her need to feel him, flesh on flesh.When he lifted his mouth from hers, she nearly collapsed with frustration.She held on to the front of his shirt.“No, Flynt.” She hardly recognized her own voice.It was husky and velvety thick with desire.“This time we aren’t stopping.”He ran his fingers through her hair, tousling it even more.“Angelica, you know how much I want you.”“I think I hear a ‘but.’” Her heart jackhammered in her chest.She pressed her mouth to his throat and flicked her tongue against his skin, tasting him.“I hope not.I’d better not, Flynt.” She looked up at him, her dark eyes fierce and desperate.Holding her, Flynt slumped back against the wall of the plane, taking her weight against him.“I just need to know that you know what you’re doing, Angel.The wine…are you drunk? Because if you are…” His voice trailed off and he touched his forehead to hers.“I’d never hurt you, Angelica.”“Don’t you think I know that?”“Then tell me, Angel.Are you—”“Drunk?” She moved sinuously against him.“No, Flynt, I’m not.”“Not even a little dizzy?”His lips feathered hers in a series of light little kisses that were both stimulating and maddening because he wouldn’t kiss her the way she wanted him to, deep and slow and intimate.She did feel a little woozy, Angelica silently conceded, but she was sure it wasn’t the result of the wine.If she was drunk, it was with desire.“I’m dizzy because you’re making my head spin, Flynt,” she said.At that moment, the plane encountered a patch of turbulence.Angelica clutched him for balance.They stood pressed together, holding on to each other until the plane was once again cruising smoothly.She looked up at Flynt, laughter bubbling within her.Her head felt as if it was going to float right off her body.“That was exciting, like a ride at the county fair.Think it’ll jump up and down like that some more?”“I sincerely hope not.I make it a point to avoid rides that shake up your insides.”His eyes bored into hers.“But if it’s excitement you’re looking for… Ever hear of the Mile-High Club, Angelica?”She could smell the wine on his breath as he spoke, and his intense, focused-solely-on-her gaze was as enthralling as the feel of his body against hers.“I’ve heard of it.” A rush of unexpected jealousy assailed her.“Are you a member in good standing, Flynt?”“I’ve never been a member.” His expression was challenging her now.Daring her, tempting her.“Ever think of joining, Flynt?” She was deliberately baiting him and was pleased when he exhaled harshly.“Not until this particular flight.” His lips nipped playfully at hers.“What about you, Angel?” He unbuttoned her jumpsuit to the waist as he spoke, his fingers deft and quick.“Care to attain membership?”She gasped as his hand brushed the smooth satin of her bra, then reached inside the cup to take her nipple and squeeze, his fingers, his touch exquisitely gentle.A moan of quiet desperation sounded, and Angelica realized it had come from her.“Yes, Flynt.” She heard a faraway voice, her own voice, whisper, “Please.”Her arms were around his neck, and he smoothed his hand over her hip, over the curve of her bottom and lifted her high, draping it over his hip.She’d barely had time to adjust to this provocative angle when he boosted her up.Instinctively she wrapped both her legs around his waist.“That’s it,” he said, his voice softly, sexily encouraging.Savoring the intimacy of their position, craving even more, they kissed greedily, frantically.Angelica felt her insides soften and melt in hot liquid waves.She felt heavy and tight.Confined by too many clothes.She wanted something she’d never before experienced, the sensation and the freedom of bare skin against skin.Sensing her need, attuned to it, Flynt pushed aside the dark curtain and carried her into the small bedroom.Once inside, he set her on her feet beside the bed.Her hands went to the buttons of his shirt and she began to unfasten them, her hands trembling.Flynt helped her after she’d fumbled with the first two.Working together, they managed to discard his shirt swiftly.Angelica allowed herself the luxury of pressing her palms against the hard smoothness of his chest, running her hands over his heated skin.She traced the contours of his ribs, the shape of his nipples; her fingers followed the path of crisp dark hair arrowing down into his jeans.Daringly she slipped her fingertips beneath the waistband.Flynt inhaled sharply and went still.And then he trembled, uttering a deep groan.Angelica was enthralled with her power.She needed only to touch him, to hint at the possibility of more, and he went weak.And then Flynt caught her nape and pulled her to him, kissing her with a demanding possessive urgency, and she realized that she was the weak one.The needy one.Wanting him in a way she had never experienced, but somehow intuitively knowing that she needed him inside her, to be a part of her.He slipped the bodice of her jumpsuit off her shoulders, her arms, letting it fall to her waist.His hands cupped her breasts through her bra, holding them, testing their shape.The satiny fabric shifted and tightened, rubbing against her taut nipples, increasing their sensitivity even more.Flynt brushed his thumbs lightly over them, and she whimpered as sensual electricity bolted through her.He continued to draw slow, almost leisurely circles, barely touching her, and Angelica arched forward, needing more.His expression grew more intent and he traced the shadowy cleft between her breasts before unclasping the front clip of her bra.He quickly removed the soft snowy white garment and dropped it on the bed.Her breasts were free and bared to him and he closed his hands over them, caressing and massaging as fire coursed through her.They kissed, and her breasts rubbed his naked chest, the erotic friction sending her higher.She felt his lower body throbbing against her, and a powerful curiosity drove her to lay her hand against his belly.Her face was flushed with embarrassment mingled with need.Her hesitancy cued Flynt to clasp her wrist and guide her hand lower.Through the denim of his jeans, she felt him, his heat, his hardness.She impulsively flattened her hand against him and her fingers learned the shape of him, the weight and thickness.Inspired, she tried to unbutton the top metal button of his fly.She couldn’t do it and moved to the zipper.The same bad luck plagued her there.“They’re both stuck,” she mumbled, exasperated.Flynt gave a rumble of laughter.“Let me help you out here.”He rid himself of his jeans and navy cotton knit boxers in what seemed like a millisecond.“You’re good at this,” she observed, feeing suddenly shy.“At undressing myself? Well, I started early.I was about two, I guess.”“You know what I mean.” Her temper flared.“You have no trouble at all undressing in—with—” She paused and heaved a sigh, unable to sustain that indignant flash.“You know what I mean, Flynt [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]