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hair.
She scrubbed her skin until it was raw from abrasion. She felt as if it were
all a dream and she might wake up at any moment.
    A half-hour later she wrapped herself in the robe and
slipped into the fuzzy slippers. She found a hairbrush on the vanity and sent
up an apology and thanks to the person who’d left it behind before pulling it
roughly through her knotted mass of curls.

Chapter Five
     
    She seemed more like a little girl than a woman when she
emerged from the apartment. Her wet hair hung down past her waist. The fluffy
white robe enveloped her like a pastry around sweet filling. The thought of
tasting that filling shot blood between Ian’s legs and his cock immediately
came to attention.
    He’d found a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and poured a glass. He
held up the glass and asked, “You want one?”
    She inclined her head and sat down on the floor next to him.
Her back rested against the couch just as it had been earlier. The fire still
crackled and sizzled from the damp wood.
    He handed her a glass. She downed it in one swallow and then
gagged and coughed.
    “Easy there, champ. They call it sipping whiskey for a
reason.”
    “I’m a little nervous,” she admitted.
    He put his glass down and took hers away too. “I would never
hurt you. If you want to change your mind…” He paused and closed his eyes,
trying to push down his arousal. “It’s okay.”
    Turning into him she brushed his hair off his forehead. “I
don’t want to change my mind, Ian. I want this night. I want you.”
    Her words set fire to his groin and his chest tightened with
something he’d never felt before. Lust, yes, but he felt more than just a
desire to possess her body. He yearned for her. His heart ached with passion
for this woman. His preoccupation with body parts a couple of feet lower pushed
all those other ideas from his head.
    He took her hand and kissed the palm before moving it down
to where she could feel his arousal. Her eyes opened like large blue saucers.
For a moment he thought she would run away but she tugged gently at the tie to
his robe until it fell open. Her small hand gripped his cock and stroked him
slowly from base to head. Her fingers were warm and soft and her featherlike
stroking rippled to every nerve ending in his body.
    Try as he might he could only take so much of her gentle
ministrations. Moaning her name, he picked her up and placed her so she was
straddling his lap. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. Her tongue
was cool and fiercer than he had expected. Her hands continued to work on his
cock. Still kissing her he gripped her ass and gathered her closer.
    She released him and pulled the tie on her own robe. Ian
stopped kissing her and watched as the giant robe loosened and exposed a strip
of milky white skin from her neck down. His eyes traveled down to the patch of
hair at her pussy.
    He rubbed his knuckles over the soft hairs.
    She gasped.
    He looked up. The blue of her eyes was so bright they
disarmed him.
    “I haven’t done this in a long time,” he said. “I hope I
don’t embarrass myself.”
    She smiled brighter. “I think you’ll be okay.”
    He moved his hands to her hips just inside the robe. Her
skin was soft and warm and she vibrated with his touch. Sliding his hands up to
her waist caused the robe to open farther. One breast exposed, he leaned
forward, took the perfect morsel into his mouth and moving his hands to just
under her arms gave the other breast the same treatment. His cock jumped in
response to the sound of his name on her lips. It sounded like a prayer.
    It wasn’t enough. He wanted more of her. He was starving and
she was manna. Pushing the robe down her shoulders, he kissed her neck, her
collarbone and her chest between her breasts.
    “Aileen, I’m sorry. I can’t wait.”
    “Then don’t.”
    Her voice rasped with the same desperation he felt.
    Lifting her up, he moved down just slightly. Her hand
reached between them and she guided his shaft