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her
impatience grew. It was only a little after seven. Mitch had phoned earlier in
the day to ask how she was doing.
    Mitch advised her to go to Paul if
she needed anything. At the time she’d been taking a drink of coffee, which
ended up all over the counter.  
    The time went by, and she got up
from the sofa and started to pace the hallway, looking into the sitting room as
her gaze strayed to the clock. Would he even bother coming? Her thoughts were getting
more erratic as the time went on.
    Had he even given her a time other
than night?
    God, she was a mess. Pacing,
practically rubbing out the carpet waiting for the guy she had waited on for
most of her life.
    She shook her head and went to leave
the hall, giving up on him, when she jumped out of her skin.
    The doorbell pinged.
    Swallowing, checking her hair, and trying
to calm her rapidly beating heart, Rachel went to the door to check to make
sure it was him. Her heart lifted at the sight of Paul with a bag flung over
his shoulder. Without thinking twice she opened the door.
    He filled the doorway. His huge
muscled body looked tense and waiting.
    Waiting for what, she wondered?
    “Hello.” She croaked the word as her
mouth suddenly felt dry, and her palms were all sweaty.
    “Are you going to invite me in?” His
hot voice was practically singing to her.
    She hesitated. If she let him
through that door there was no turning back. “Come on in.” Rachel moved out of
the way and let him past. She could not give him up no matter what her brother
might think.
    The door clicked shut, and silence
descended in the hallway.
    “I didn’t think you were coming,”
she said, trying to break the ice.
    “I told you to trust me, Rachel.
When I say something I mean the words I speak. I was coming to you, but I
didn’t give you a time. Next time I’ll give you a time,” he said, dropping his
bag onto the floor. His bag landed with a hard thump. Rachel gasped as the
sudden, abrupt noise made her jump.  
    “Next time?” she asked, glancing at
his bag and then at him.
    “Of course there’ll be a next time.
You don’t think you’ll learn everything in one night, do you?”
    He moved closer. Part of Rachel wanted
to move back away from him. She couldn’t find her feet to move. They seemed to
be solid and stay put where she stood.
    Paul reached out stroking a finger
down her face. Closing her eyes she enjoyed the feel of his touch. His finger
traced down to her collarbone, and his whole palm rested over the pulse of her
neck.
    She felt his breath fan across her
face. He was so close.
    “Take your clothes off,” he said,
whispering the words against her ear. Jerking back, Rachel gasped and opened
her eyes, searching his. He gave nothing away. There was no emotion on his face
at all.
    “W-what?” She hadn’t stuttered in so long.
Her heart fluttered inside her chest.
    “Take your clothes off. I want to
see you naked once again. Last night wasn’t nearly long enough for me to get my
fill of you.” He fingered the collar of her shirt then took a step back from
her.  
    Rachel stood staring at him unsure
what to do. His eyes stayed on her as he waited for her to comply. Licking her
lips Rachel kept her gaze on his as she removed her clothes. Each layer she
took off made her pussy melt. His pupils dilated, the only sign he was affected
by her getting undressed.
    No longer hesitating over her
reactions, she quickly got naked in front of him, leaving all of her clothes in
a pile to the side. Locking her fingers together, she rested her hands at the
front.
    “You take orders well,” he said.
“Next time don’t question me. Just remove your clothes.” He stepped closer once
again. She watched as he reached behind and flicked the clip open holding her
hair. The long locks fell down around her. “I love your hair. I don’t want you
to get it cut ever.”
    “I won’t,” she promised.  
    He inhaled some of her scent and
then stepped back. “I can’t wait for the day