"This is the part where you relax and let me show you how beautiful you are." He kissed her neck, her ear. "So very beautiful." And so he did - slowly, seductively, perfectly. She lost herself to pleasure, lost time, lost coherent thought, as Michael's mouth found her breasts, her nipples, the arching V of her body. There was something magical about the way he touched her, the way he looked at her, that the inhibitions of her past and demanded she give herself fully to him. That demanded she lose herself and find him.