d

to　slide　her　zipper　to　her　waist；　then　pulled　her　dress　down；　easing　her

arms　from　their　sleeves。　Bare　to　the　waist；　she　needed　his　touch；　but

his　eyes　caressed　her　first。　Her　breasts　swelled；　begging　to　be　cupped

and　held。

〃They're　not　the　same；〃　she　whispered　falteringly。　〃I　was　much　younger

then。〃

A　sound　came　from　deep　in　his　throat。　It　gave　credence　to　his　words。

〃Maybe　younger　then；　but　better　now。〃　His　eyes　said　it　was　true。　With

trembling　hands；　he　palmed　her　breasts　with　such　soft；　gentle　motion

that　she　nearly　cried　out　again。

Patience　slipped　slowly　away。　When　she　thought　she'd　seen　the　last　of

it；　Ross　drew　her　to　him；　crushing　her　breasts　against　his　chest　in　a

move　that　stole　her　breath。

He　made　another　deep　sound；　this　one　very　male；　very　satisfied。　His

hands　moved　over　her　back；　covering　every　inch　of　its　smooth　surface；

and　Chloe　followed　his　lead。　Eyes　closed；　she　savored　the　feel　of　him；

letting　her　palms　play　on　his　back；　then　drawing　away　to　glory　in　his

chest。　His　nipples　were　as　flat　and　hard　as　hers　were　raised　and

swollen。　His　neck　was　as　strong　as　hers　was　slender。　His　skin　was　as

tanned　as　hers　was　creamy。　Their　bodies　were　so　different；　but　the　light

in　his　eyes　matched　that　in　hers。　She　saw　desire　there。　It　was　hot　and

heavy。

Chloe　could　barely　breathe；　much　less　speak。　She　was　as　aroused　as　she

had　ever　been；　and　more　with　each　touch　of　his　fingers　or　tongue。　The

beat　of　her　heart　skipped　rapidly　on；　driving　heated　blood　through　her

veins。　She　was　free。　She　was　alive。　She　wanted　to　belong　to　Ross　then

more　than　anything　in　the　world。

Sensing　her