Tears of the Renegade
“He hadn’t said a word, but he didn’t need to; the burning possession of his lips told her all she needed to know. With a silent gasp, she melted against him, her hands going up to lie along his jawline, where the silkiness of his beard tickled her palms.
He lifted his mouth and simply held her close for a moment. Susan kept her hands on his face, stroking her fingers lightly over his beard, drowning in the enjoyment of being cuddled by him. His strong, warm throat beckoned, and she stood on tip...toe to press a light kiss onto the skin above his collar. “What do you look like without a beard?” she asked dreamily, for no other reason than that her hands were on his beard and it was the first sentence that popped out.
He chuckled, a husky, male sound that rippled over her like warm water. “Like myself, I suppose. Why? Are you curious?”
“M’mmmm,” she said, letting him interpret the sound as he chose. “How long have you worn a beard?”
“Just for this past winter, though I’ve had a moustache for several years.MoreLess
He lifted his mouth and simply held her close for a moment. Susan kept her hands on his face, stroking her fingers lightly over his beard, drowning in the enjoyment of being cuddled by him. His strong, warm throat beckoned, and she stood on tip...toe to press a light kiss onto the skin above his collar. “What do you look like without a beard?” she asked dreamily, for no other reason than that her hands were on his beard and it was the first sentence that popped out.
He chuckled, a husky, male sound that rippled over her like warm water. “Like myself, I suppose. Why? Are you curious?”
“M’mmmm,” she said, letting him interpret the sound as he chose. “How long have you worn a beard?”
“Just for this past winter, though I’ve had a moustache for several years.MoreLess
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