Take Me I'm Yours (Coffee House Chronicles) - Plot & Excerpts
He had his arm around her, holding her close, his regulated breathing in her ear. She felt deliciously warm and comfortable. The only other sound in the loft apartment was that of the central air conditioning, a white noise against Graeme’s soft breathing. She sighed. She could totally get used to this. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t last. Maybe this was it and it was only a onetime thing. At least it had been a fantastic onetime thing if that were the case. But she hoped not. The night had gone quickly. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was lying on her back with her eyes closed and Graeme tracing the outline of her face. His nimble fingers going over every curve and tracing every line. As if he were drawing her in his mind’s eye. It made her feel treasured, like the pièce de résistance of his entire collection. Before that…oh…much more before that their bodies intertwined in ways she didn’t know were humanly possible.
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