Mini Romance Novel

He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a
Room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached
me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to 
my ear. "Just relax." Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward 
along my calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I 
should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder and 
partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers 
caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into 
my panties. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting 
and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man 
not used to taking 'no' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ... "Okay, ma'am," said a voice.
"All done. You can board your flight now."