King Solomon's Journey (The Dominguez Adventures) Read Online Free PDF

would gather her in his arms and carry her lithe, athletic body to the closest bed or horse stall, and wrap those Yoga strengthened legs around his waist, and then bury his face in the softness of her unbridled breast. That thought halted his dream for a moment. Just how long had it been since he had touched breast that were not stiff as a board or moved unnaturally? Squinting slightly, he tried to catch a casual glimpse of said breast, and then rewarded when she took a deep breath that forced them up into the opening of her low-cut blouse.
                Relaxing, her low-cut blouse unveiled a natural, soft cleavage. They were supple, not pumped, pulled, or stuffed into a contraption that would cut-off her circulation, and leave an eight-hour indention. Oh God, that meant if he touched her breasts, she would feel every sensation. It must have been eons since he had experienced real sharing of pleasure with a woman who was not siliconed!
                He turned away to answer the waiter and asked for water in a croaking voice. When he turned back, he caught her staring at him, and he was glad he was sitting down. Her eyes, a kaleidoscope of colors shone in their depths with tantalizing sparkles of cobalt, jade, sapphire, and topaz. Her eyes enchanted him. They were weapons. Clearly, she could cast damn spells on anyone... His head spun. Once more he was back inside the mountain, falling, only this time there was no hard packed bottom to catch him.
                Coming back to reality was easy; all it took was the sudden movement of the woman across from him. She had jerked back in her chair as if she had received a shock. Her face was flushed and her glorious chest was heaving, Lord, please don't let that button pop, Antonio prayed. He would have to kill every man present if it did! Looking around fiercely, he made sure no other was staring at his Amanda while she was distressed.
                The sudden announcement of a delay in the games start, allowed Antonio to relax his vigilance as the players left the table for a short time. Amanda joined the exodus, and made her way over to stand alone at one of the windows over-looking the Strip. Watching her walk away, Antonio was reminded of his dream, and he observed her as she moved gracefully across the floor with just a slight sway to her perfect backside.
                Gathering his nerve he moved to stand beside her. She smiled at his approach, and somehow managed to smile even when she was not smiling at all.
                 “I don’t believe we’ve met. I am Antonio Domínguez.”
                “Amanda Messenger. It is nice to meet you, Antonio.”
                He still tingled from her first smile.
                She spoke with an educated articulation. Her tone and diction suggested she must be fun, animated, and perhaps a bit dramatic at times. Communication was no alien concept to her. He would be free to speak with her, without editing his words.
                Wanting to keep her talking, he asked a few mundane questions. She was bold, and by no means timid.
                “Normally, I am not inclined to intrude upon something so personal, but you have a nasty, lacerated contusion on your forehead. I hope it wasn’t too serious.” She spoke with concern.
                “No, I’m fine. I fell into a cavern.” He wanted to tell the damn woman, Let’s just cut to the chase. You were there, haunting my brain. You know how it happened.
                “A cavern, that is interesting. I hate to come across as bold, but I have something I can bring you later. Just apply it to the area tonight, and in the morning it will be much better,” she promised.
                He smiled slightly. “Is that right? Well I would appreciate that gesture.” Wow, she would have to bring it to me. That meant another chance to see her