him no small
amount of embarrassment. After
all, he was old enough to be this young woman’s great, great, grandfather. He could close his eyes and hand her
his robe before she stood up. Or…he
could feast his eyes on her luscious, wet naked body. If she wasn’t shy, why should he be embarrassed?
Tony ran to his
room, grabbed his cashmere robe and returned to the guestroom. Holding his breath, he noticed his hand
shaking as he turned the handle on the bathroom door. It swung open easily, immediately freezing him in his
tracks. Heaven smiled down on him,
as Tony got a delicious eyeful of blonde, curly-haired goddess, standing
completely nude in the tub, with water droplets kissing her soft pink
flesh. His feet felt glued to the
floor and his eyes were on the verge of exploding, as he stood there,
mesmerized by her splendor.
“Tony, bring me
a towel, please,” Sophie, asked, softly. “I’m freezing.” She held
her hands out to him, allowing him to see her in all her naked glory. She was not the least bit shy when
there was something she wanted—and she wanted Tony. He had saved her life. He had been there for her when she
needed his protection, and surprisingly, she discovered she had fallen in love
with him.
Slowly, and
almost reverently, Tony approached the golden vision dripping water onto his
floor. She smelled like a
beautiful flower garden after a summer shower. His heart was up in his throat, making it nearly impossible
for him to speak. He felt like a
young boy seeing a desirable woman for the very first time. As he draped the soft towel around
Sophie’s creamy shoulders, he noticed his hands were still trembling.
“Oh, Sophie,”
he sighed. “My God, but I want
you.” He leaned down and kissed
her waiting lips. His hands
stroked her back as he pulled her close to his chest. He could feel her heart beat in synch with his own. Her mouth tasted like fruit and she
felt so good in his arms. She was
soft and supple, all glorious woman. “Sophie,” he groaned. He
led her to the bed, their lips still searching for the other’s mouth. Never before had he been so
excited. This was going perfectly,
he thought.
What was that
he heard? He listened as his tongue
tangled with hers.
He heard it
again. Laughter? Was she laughing? “Damn it, Sophie!”
She pulled away
and the all-out giggling commenced. The sound of her delightful giggle filled the silence of the room, and
was as effective as a bucket of ice water.
Tony sat
staring at the devastatingly beautiful woman practically sitting on his
engorged lap, and laughing at him. Never had his kisses been the cause of such hilarity.
“Sorry,
Tony. But you make me so
happy. I love you to pieces and I
know you love me too. I can tell
you do, by the large bump in your pants.” She giggled some more. “I
knew we’d fit. I love, love, love
you,” she exclaimed. Again, she
giggled.
She was driving
Tony mad.
He reached out
and grabbed her by her shoulders, holding her tightly, trying to calm her
exuberance. “How old are you,
Sophie? God, you act like a
teenager. I never said I loved you. Hell, we barely know each other. The last thing I’m looking for is a
relationship. This was just
letting off a little steam, celebrating life. Calm down, or I’m out of here.” Tony had no idea how fierce he appeared or how frightening
he sounded. He recognized the
darkness inside of him that he tried to shield from most outsiders, but this
woman had gotten inside his barrier.
“I need some
air,” he growled.
Sophie quieted,
but her smile blossomed all over her delightful face. “You can’t get out of here, Tony. This is your home, remember?”
“Sophie …” he
growled in warning.
No sooner had
he said her name and shot angry arrows out of his hypnotic green eyes, than the
young girl buckled and gave into
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