His smile turned wry。 〃You are using me。〃
When Chloe pushed herself up; his hands fell away。 She was on her own;
as she had been all those years。 And she knew what she wanted。
〃Yes; Im using you! Im using you to show me that I can feel and live。
Im using you to help me put the past to rest。 Youre right。 I have to
do that。 But dont you see;〃 she ended on a note of pleading; 〃that
youre the only one who can help me?〃
For long moments; silence was as thick in the air as the lingering heat
of passion。 Finally Ross lifted a hand to her cheek。 〃I want to believe
it; Chloe。 Want it bad。〃
〃Then make love to me。 You show me what love should be like。〃
With a low animal sound; he reached out and pulled her under him;
kissing her fiercely; erasing everything but the here and now。 Chloe put
herself into his hands。 Trusting him fully; she lost all inhibition and
returned his kiss with everything she had。
His lips moved on her neck; inching down into the dip of her dress。
〃Ive been wanting to do this all night;〃 he whispered moments before
his mouth found the bottommost point。 He kissed her there; wet;
openmouthed; then rose again。 His mouth was ready when he cupped her
breasts and lifted them there。
Chloe sighed softly。 She squeezed her eyes shut; buried her fingers in
his hair; and held him closer。
With excruciating slowness he drew back her bodice; freeing her breast
bit by bit。 Her insides quivered when her nipple was bared。 His breath
was hot; the air cool。 Arching closer; she watched his tongue touch the
pebbled tip; circle it; touch it again。
〃Ross!〃 she gasped; straining beneath him; needing more。
〃Love is torment; Chloe。 Its wanting and wanting and wanting until you
would do anything to get。 Be patient。〃
She tried; but it was a torment; indeed; to watch him pull his shirt
from his pants and release every single last button。 She bit her lip to
keep from reaching out to touch him。 He could have been sculpted in clay
by a master; he was that beautiful; more beautiful even because he was
real。 He was human; manly; alive。
Her patience was pushed even further when he drew her up; reached behind
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。