As Rachel blinked back at him, the poor dear pushed his reddened face wordlessly back into the soft, sensitive skin behind her blood-warmed ear and began to kiss her there again, and the girl wondered suddenly, slick, smelly and ready inside, if he was going to take her right there and then. Ah, the hunger of those familiar old lips, the way those hands groped her deliriously! She felt soft, fluttery and warm; her body mindlessly open beneath the brief hem of her brief dress of sliding red silk.
To her surprise, however, Rick gradually reined in his passions, and with an effort he straightened his bent back and drew himself from the comforting obscurity of her fragrant ebon tresses. His eyes flicked to his wristwatch, and he smoothed down his jacket carefully. “Let us continue this way, m
