Free Deep by Linda Mooney Page A

eyes, Lawn, and dream. Imagine. Believe."
    Lawn shut her eyes and waited for what he would do next.
    Every inch of her skin was prepared for his touch. Every sense was heightened, not knowing what he would do or how he would prove he could make love to her. The not knowing and suspense were drugging her, making her feverish with expectation.
    "Can I dream it's really you?"
    "As a whole man? Yes. I hoped you would."
    A hand began to undo the closures on her jumpsuit. There was no fumbling, just quick, efficient movements. As hands carefully pushed the suit off her shoulders, she felt the fabric slide down her body, finally dropping onto her bare feet.
    "When you went into the shower, I couldn't take my eyes off of you."
    As he confessed, his hands reached up to lift her breasts.
    Warm, rough but not uncomfortably so. She fought not to open her eyes and ruin the fantasy. Thumbs flicked her nipples, arousing them to thick attention. She resisted the urge to touch herself.
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    He guided her down onto the bed that smelled faintly of sandlewood. The man must have read everything about her to know it was her favorite scent.
    The linens were warmed. Deep lowered her to the pillow.
    In the next instant she felt her arms being wrapped around the second pillow.
    "Hug this instead of me."
    He brushed the hair out of her face, letting his fingers glide down her neck and shoulders. Sparks ignited under her skin, sending streaks of electricity screaming down to the heat building between her legs.
    Lawn felt the sweat break out over her skin as hands teased her skin. Goose bumps rose in the wake of his light caresses. An increasing hunger manifested itself in her lower abdomen and steadily grew more insistent.
    "Your body is perfect," he murmured in her ear. "My God, Lawn, you put statues to shame."
    He concentrated on her breasts, lifting and molding them while he kept up the relentless attack on her nipples until she could feel the ache increasing between her legs. Moaning softly, Lawn lifted her knees in a vain attempt to curl herself into a little ball.
    "Deep!"
    His chuckle echoed in her ear. "My beautiful Lawn. What do you want me to do?"
    "I don't know," she gasped, whipping her head from side to side. "Anything! Do anything! I don't care!"
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    Warm hands grasped her knees and parted her legs.
    Fingers teased down the inside of her thighs, stroking and building the inferno that was burning at her core.
    "You're wet for me," his dark voice murmured. "So wet. So sweet."
    One hand found her mound, cupped it, and the other hand carefully dipped a finger inside her. It was exquisite torture.
    Gasping for breath, Lawn wriggled her hips.
    "Do you like that?"
    "Yes!"
    "Would you like more?"
    In the back of her mind, she realized he was dead serious.
    He wasn't toying with her. He was honestly working for her pleasure as his sentient brain tried to sort out the pleasurable readings from the painful ones.
    "Yes! More, Deep. I want you to—"
    Fingers found her clit, and they began to fondle the already aroused nub. A ragged cry tore from her throat as she felt herself already rising toward her fulfillment. Lifting her hips, she was totally unprepared for him to dip his fingers into her weeping entrance. As their rough surface scraped over inflamed nerve endings, her orgasm shuddered through her like an earthquake.
    Lawn screamed, nearly blacking out. The hands continued to work her, keeping her on the cusp as shockwaves pounded into her, turning her muscles into jelly.
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    hands withdrew from between her legs, and after brushing the damp hair clinging to her sweaty face, Deep lowered the lights as he faded back into the ship.
    "Deep." She unconsciously let go of the pillow and reached out for him. All she encountered was air. "Deep?" She