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CAPTURED by Dara Edmondson
Copyright © Dara Edmondson, 2009
All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC.
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How could she pass up a limo ride? The smell of fine leather wafted to her nostrils. She breathed it in, looked around the car. There was a built-in television, a bar and beautiful soft leather seats.
He climbed in beside her and moved close. When the driver got in, Milo told him, "I have to stop at the Brownstone before we take the lady home."
Again, the chauffeur remained silent, only giving his head a slight nod before he raised the privacy screen.
"Do you mind?" Milo asked her.
She had no idea where they were going but it didn't seem to matter right now. She only wanted to extend the precious little time they had together. Why couldn’t she have met him days ago, weeks or months? This wasn't enough of a chance to get to know him. And she wanted to know him more than anything.
He ran a finger along her jaw, touched it to her lips. "I'm so sorry we didn’t have more time together."
"I was just thinking the same thing." Her heart pounded.
"Perhaps when I return we can…" He sighed and looked away. "I fear I will miss you, even though I hardly know you."
She nodded, stared at his lips, so close to hers. His fingers threaded though her hair, pulled her head closer, closer until their lips met, soft and sweet. The tight knot in her stomach that always seemed to be there loosened a little. She squirmed against the tingling sensation between her legs as new moisture pooled there. Milo's tongue parted her lips, slipped slowly inside, exploring her mouth, inviting hers to join it in dance. Her eyelids slipped lazily shut and she let herself be carried away by the fantasy of what could have been.
When she felt Milo's hand along her leg, pushing up her skirt, she tensed. She wasn't the sort of girl who let men take such liberties. Or was she? How long would she be the sort of girl losers like Walter stood up?
She made a decision and didn't even care if it was reckless, didn’t care if the driver heard them. Shifting on the seat to allow him freer access, a jolt of excitement passed through her. The lights of Manhattan streamed past and she knew there were people nearby, could hear them every time they slowed for traffic or stopped at a light. Had she always been a closet thrill seeker and never knew it?
Milo cradled her cheek in his strong hand and captured her gaze. "It's okay?"
How could any woman resist this beautiful man's smoky stare? She answered with a long, deep kiss, tasting the sweet coffee and smelling his spicy scent. Every cell in her body hummed with delicious anticipation as his hand continued further up her leg. When he moved beyond the top of her thigh-high stockings and his hand was directly on her skin, her temperature rose a hundred degrees.
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