Timeless Heart Read Online Free PDF Page A

bent down to pick it up. She flicked the
button and turned it off. “It’s a Gillette Fusion razor, it
vibrates, to give you a closer shave. See? Five blades.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “Five blades? I am hardly
a suckling pig to be carved into bits. Do you perhaps have a
straight razor?”
    Sandra laughed again. It was such a pleasurable
sound, he longed for it to continue. “Only serial killers use
those. Is that what you used? It’s a wonder you didn’t lop your
head off.”
    Jerrod’s handsome face twisted in confusion,
frustration and irritation. He felt out of his element, as he had
ever since he awoke in her room. She stepped in close, the razor
still in her hand. Her countenance was playful, her eyes
mischievous. Or was it desire?
    “ Would you like me to shave
you?”Her voice was deep, husky, he would daresay,
suggestive.
    Jerrod playfully leaned down to whisper in her
ear, “Do you make a habit of this? Offering to assist a man in his
toilette?” His breath fanned her cheek like a wave of hot sex,
covering her body like a cloak. The room became close, the air
vibrating with sexual tension and raw, desirous heat. “You do have
experience in this, I trust.”
    “I shave myself, how different can it
be?”
    He cocked his brow. “Indeed? And where do
you…shave?”
    Her face was aflame. She slammed the toilet lid
down and pushed him none too gently onto the closed seat. “My legs.
Women shave their legs in this time.”
    He gave her his sexy, lop-sided grin. “Indeed?
Now I am very intrigued.”
    Sandra picked up the shave cream and spritzed
some into her hands, mixed it between her palms, and leaned down to
spread a thin film over his face. He spread his long legs wide,
allowing her to step in closer to him. He wanted her as close as
she could get. His cock was hard as stone. He looked up at
her.
    She looked nervous, and excited, he could see
desire in her lovely gray eyes. Picking up the Fusion, she flicked
on the button, and a low hum filled the silence surrounding them.
Her breasts slightly brushed by his cheek, a low growl rumbled deep
in his chest. Jerrod reached over with a long finger and swiped the
bit of shave cream that was on her sweater, right on the nipple.
Barely there contact, but enough to have that flame between them
roar to life. He smiled seductively as he wiped the cream on his
own throat.
    He slid over on the closed toilet seat, so that
his thighs were touching her leg, reached behind her back, and
eased her down until she was sitting on his leg.
    “Shave me,” he whispered hoarsely. She took the
razor, held it to the base of his throat and began a slow ascent to
his chin. She twisted, turning toward the sink, where she ran the
razor under warm water, before turning back to him. She scraped him
gently again.
    Her free hand followed the ascent of the blade
gently caressing him. God, he was tempted to kiss her, touch her,
instead he leaned back his head and let her gentle strokes lull him
into relaxation. He closed his eyes. He could get used to this very
easily.
    Some minutes passed, the feel of her sitting in
his lap, perilously close to his throbbing erection, her hands
shaving him, her warm, sultry breath surrounding him, was massively
appealing. He usually shaved himself, he preferred it. He was not
one for a valet fussing around him.
    Before he knew it, Sandra stood up. His eyes
snapped open. She was wiping her hands on a towel.
    “Finished, and not one cut. Not a bad job if I
say so myself. I’ll leave you alone.”
    Jerrod watched her as she walked from the room,
her shapely hips swaying suggestively. His pounding heartbeat was
echoing in his rigid cock. He wanted her! Like he wanted no other
woman ever before.
     
    ****
    Fifteen minutes later, Sandra watched from the
kitchen as he walked down the hallway toward her. He looked even
more stunning in present day clothes. The jeans hugged his muscular
thighs even tighter than the breeches he had worn. And he was
deliciously