Free A Man Apart by Joan Hohl Page B

the experience.
    Good grief, were Hannah’s former lovers complete idiots? How could they not be as fired up—roasted, in fact—as he had been to her quick, passionate sensuality?
    A shot of sheer male satisfaction flashed through Justin as he realized he was the first man to bring Hannah to ultimate completion.
    And ultimate was the only way to describe it. She lay thoroughly satiated and relaxed in the protective cradle of his arms, one of which was growing numb. Justin didn’t care. Ignoring the sensation and the discomfort of his hard body, he closed his eyes.
    â€œSweet, beautiful, Hannah,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head as he drifted into a light doze.
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    The afternoon sun rays were slanting into the room when Hannah woke. She felt good. No, she mused, yawning. She felt wonderful…but hungry. No, that wasn’t quite right, either. She felt famished, in another part of her body as well as her stomach.
    She made a tentative move in the confines of Justin’s caging embrace, sliding her body against his.
    Justin. A thrill skipped up her spine at the memory of what they’d shared. With his mouth, his hands, that strong hard body, he had given her agift beyond her wildest imagination. Not only in her delicious release, but by freeing her fears of being frigid.
    â€œI was beginning to think you had died.”
    His breath tickled her scalp, his low, intimate tone tickled her libido. “For a moment there, I think I did.” Tilting back her head, she smiled up at him and nearly melted at the tender expression on his handsome face. “Isn’t that what the French call it. The little death?”
    â€œYeah.” His mouth curved invitingly, a flame springing to life in the depths of his eyes. “Wanna do it again?”
    â€œYes, please,” she said, sliding her free hand up his chest to toy with one flat male nipple. His response was so swift it was breathtaking.
    Grunting like a caveman, he heaved himself up and over her, settling her flat on her back. Precisely where she wanted to be at that moment. She opened her legs for him.
    â€œNot so fast, sweet Hannah,” he said, laughing down at her as he lowered his head to hers. “You had your way with me the last time. This time it’s my turn.”
    She pouted at him. Still chuckling, he crushed her pouting lips with his hungry mouth.
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    This time the little death was even more intense; the release, mind and body shattering. Never had Hannah expected to feel as if she were soaring above the clouds. Talk about a natural high! Justin’s slow, fantastic loving had brought her to the point where she had actually screamed in response to the sensations of joyous bliss.
    Hannah might have been embarrassed by her uncontrollable outcry, if Justin’s shout hadn’t almost immediately followed her own. Still buried deeply inside her, he lay, spent and relaxed, his head pillowed on her breast. Moving beneath him, she rubbed her leg over his buttock and down the long length of his muscular thigh.
    He murmured something against her breast, letting her know he was alive, if not altogether awake.
    â€œI’m hungry,” she said, sliding her fingers into his hair, combing through the sweat-dampened, long, tangled strands.
    â€œAre you trying to kill me, woman?” he muttered, raising his head to stare at her in feigned astonishment. “I’m in my thirties, you know, not my late teens.”
    Hannah giggled. “I thought I felt something stir awake inside me,” she lied, laughing into his teasing eyes.
    â€œYou thought wrong. It’s out for the count.” He grinned, rather leeringly. “It’ll take a while before I’m ready to spring into action again. Do you think you can bear the wait?”
    â€œI guess so.” She sighed, then grinned back at him. “But I don’t know how much longer I can bear your weight.”
    Justin groaned and