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*Excerpt*
“What are you wearing?” He smiled. “Something similar to yours.” His eyes glinted golden in the lamp light. “Want to find out?” “Excuse me?” Apollo laughed. “I read that those that are visually impaired have a different way of seeing.” He touched her hands. “You use these.” Her eyes widened as she understood his meaning. “Yes, we blind do. She raised her hands to his face. “Will you let me ‘see’ what you look like?” He swallowed his grin. Having her hands on him was exactly what he’d wanted. “At your leisure, my lady.” Emma closed her eyes, lifting her hands so they touched his head. He was taller than she expected. She had to go up on tip-toe to reach. His hair was soft and silky under her hands. She ran her fingers through it, seeing that it ended just past his chin. “What color is it?” “Blonde, of course. Like the light of the sun. I am Apollo.” “Ummm, right.” She loved the feel of the soft curls under her fingers. Sighing, she forced herself to move on. She traced her fingers over a wide brow that sported two perfectly arched eyebrows, then down a strong nose that turned up just slightly on the end. She moved back up to his eyes, finding them wide spaced and tilted so she imagined he looked a bit exotic. “And your eyes. Are they blue or green?” Apollo’s nostrils flared at her soft gentle touch. It was more erotic than any of the sex goddesses on Olympus. He cleared his throat. “Neither. My eyes are a special color… like burned amber.” She glanced up at him in a way that made her seem like a seeing woman. Then her face lowered and she closed her eyes again. Her fingers moved over his face, cataloging high sharp cheekbones and a strong masculine jaw. “No five o’clock shadow,” she whispered. “Your skin is completely smooth.” “One of the benefits of my profession,” he said hoarsely. Her petting was having a predictable effect on his anatomy and he wondered how much more of this he could take. She chewed on his answer and she wondered curiously if he had any hair elsewhere on his strong body. Then she blushed at the thought. “What are you thinking?” Apollo asked questioningly. He’d seen the slight flush of her cheeks. She shrugged, obviously not wanting to say anything. She just continued her exploration. Her fingers moved over his firm lips and he wondered if she found them as sexy as he did hers. His own fingers ached to touch her in the same way. Emma hesitated when she got to his wide shoulders, but when no protest was forthcoming, she glided her hands over his torso, reveling in the strong body and rippling muscles that she found there. His arms were hard and as her hands stroked over him, he flexed instinctively, giving her first hand knowledge that he was as strong as she imagined he would be. She continued her touching, but when her hands moved to his waist, she hesitated. She could tell he was wearing the same type of tunic she was. Was it long like hers, or was it short? Emma wished she was brave enough to continue her touching, but although she wasn’t a virgin, she didn’t have the experience that she sensed in this man. Apollo held his breath hoping she would go on, wanting her to find the throbbing erection that her innocent exploration had caused. He wouldn’t be able to leave the cabin for a while. The short tunic didn’t leave much to the imagination and her touch had him harder than he could ever remember being. “Is it short or long?” His mouth dropped open at her words. “What?” “Your tunic… is it short or long?” He blew out his breath in relief. For a moment he’d thought she was asking about his personal size. “It’s short, to just above the knees.” Emma grinned. “Is it like a kilt?” He looked at her in confusion. “A kilt?” “You know…” Her dimples flashed at him. “Like a Scotsman?” Apollo felt heat color his cheeks and thanked the Fates that Emma couldn’t see it. “Yes,” he answered deliberately. “Just like a Scotsman.” He bent closer. “And I’m not wearing anything under my skirt either.” He laughed as her cheeks went scarlet. She shook her head ruefully. He’d neatly turned that around on her. “Thank you.” He lifted a brow. “For what?” “For letting me see. Not everyone will.” He grinned. “It was my pleasure, I assure you.” He stepped closer so their bodies were touching. “If you would like to check anything else out, just let me know.”
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