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Although the way heat built up between her thighs, she suspected he just might be able to deliver. Her hand shook with anticipation as she tugged his rugby shirt out of his jeans. “I’d like a little less talk and a lot more action.”
    “Patience, baby.” He raised his hands over his head and she pulled off his shirt. An ache formed in her chest. His rippling abs were as fabulous as she’d guessed. Her fingers itched to touch them.
    The back of her knees hit the bed, interrupting her train of thought. She started to sit, but Steve put an arm around her waist to stop her. He grabbed the bottom of her skirt with both hands and in one smooth motion, pulled her sundress over her head and off her body. She stood in front of him in nothing but a pair of blue silk bikini panties and a smile.
    The cool air hit her nipples, making them pucker and ache. He reached out and touched one. She let out a sound that crossed somewhere between a moan and a whimper as he rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending an almost unbearable surge of pleasure through her overheated body. “Oh, Steve,” she said between ragged breaths.
    He slid his hand to the underside of her breast, cupping the soft tissue in the palm of his hand. “You have such beautiful breasts. I’ve wanted to touch them for so long, ever since the first time I saw them naked.”
    What the hell? She raised her head and looked at him through narrowed eyes. “Would you like to explain that?”
    He sat stared back at her, his expression wicked. “Sure, but you’re not going to like it.”
    “Try me.”
    He jiggled her breast in his palm, sending an electric jolt to her crotch. “It was the last summer you were home from college. I was on my way to your house on an errand for Mom. The drapes in your den were closed, but there was a three-inch gap in the middle. I looked in and there you were, totally naked.”
    He raked a thumbnail across the swollen bud of her nipple. She squirmed and had to fight to keep track of what he was saying.
    “I knew I shouldn’t look, but I couldn’t resist. I kept watching until you’d pulled on your swimsuit. Then I ran off before you could see me. But the image of you nude stayed with me. Several years later I had a dream about you, and when I woke up, the bed was, uh... well, you know.” He pinched her nipple and she shuddered. “So you’ll always be special to me. A guy doesn’t forget his first wet dream.”
    She felt her smile widen. “You little pervert! If I’d caught you peeping at me, I’d have slapped you senseless.”
    He flicked the tip of her other nipple with his thumbnail, making her writhe again. “You still can. Though I wouldn’t have guessed you were into anything kinky.”
    “Smartass! No, I think I’ll drive you senseless with lust instead.”
    He placed her hand on his rock-hard erection. “That will be a very short trip, Kathryn.”
    “Call me Katie.”
    He rolled his eyes. “Make up your mind, woman.”
    “Just while we’re in bed. Don’t you see? This is perfect. We both get to live out fantasies. I get to have a boy toy, and you get to have Katie.”
    “My sweet, sweet Katie.” He pushed her onto the bed and dropped on top of her full length, his head between her breasts. Each hand played with a nipple, his thumbs circling lazily around the nubs. As the nipples tightened, fire shot through her, settling in an exquisite pool between her thighs. She heard a purring noise and realized it came from her throat.
    Steve must have heard too. “Oh yes, baby, yes.” He replaced one hand with his mouth and sucked. The warm pressure turned her nipple into a hard, round pearl. She shuddered. It was amazing—he hadn’t touched her where it counted yet, but already she was close to climaxing.
    As if he’d read her mind, a hand skimmed down her stomach, paused to trace a lazy circle around her navel, and slipped under the edge of her panties. He slid two fingers deep inside her and