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his clean, masculine scent. While every part of her body glowed with delicious rising heat, Sullivan cradled her head in his hand and again took her mouth with his own.
    In his kiss was all his love, all his passion, all his hunger. Kay reeled with the intensity of emotions he’d unleashed in her as well as himself. His kiss was hungry, demanding, devastating, and when their lips and tongues finally separated, his breath was labored, his bare chest heaving, his sultry eyes almost wild. Decisively, he pushed her slowly down across the bed, following her. Kay could feel the soft fabric of the bedspread beneath her naked back. Sullivan’s hard, handsome face was looking down at her. His weight supported on an elbow, he was leaning over her and saying things he’d never said to her before.
    “My God,” he mused honestly, “have you any idea how long I’ve wanted to see you like this, to look at you?” A hand was at her breast, gently caressing, a thumb circling the hard peak.
    “Sul,” she whispered, her fingers happily exploring the hard muscled chest above her, “I’ve wanted this, too, I’ve—”
    Her sentence wasn’t finished. His lips were on hers again, nibbling, playing, tasting, while his broad chest pressed heavily down on her naked breasts. Kay’s hands were in the thick, dark hair of his head while her open mouth twisted under his and her tingling torso rubbed unashamedly on him. When a hand slipped from Kay’s narrow waist and down over the folds of her white cotton skirt, Kay made no move to stop him. Nor did she protest when that hand slid underneath her skirt and moved with slow determination up a smooth thigh.
    Kay wasn’t quite certain how or when those practiced, persuasive hands managed to divest her of her lacy panties, but she fleetingly recalled them slipping over her hips, down her legs and fluttering through the air.
    It was the last time she thought of her panties.
    That warm male hand was again moving up a trembling thigh and a deep, drugging voice so familiarly dear was murmuring close to her face, “I have to touch you, Kay. I have to, honey. I won’t hurt you, I’d never hurt you.”
    “Yes,” was all she could manage, as those long, lean fingers moved unerringly to that sensitive feminine flesh where no man’s hands had ever been before. “Yes, yes,” she whispered through fevered lips, her blue eyes widening with a new and unbelievable pleasure.
    His eyes upon her sweet, flushed face, Sullivan stroked her gently, coaxingly. She writhed and clung to him and looked up with eyes both frightened and happy.
    “There, sweetness,” he soothed softly, staying with her, tenderly caressing, patiently tutoring her, bringing her pleasure, possessively introducing her to the secrets of her beautiful body. While she tossed her head back and forth and murmured his name in wonder and fear, Sullivan continued to take her slowly. He caringly brought her toward release while the heart in his bare chest thudded with a heavy cadence and his tight jeans strained with the fullness of his aching arousal.
    Finally her zenith began and Kay’s blue, shining eyes widened with shocked surprise. She clung to Sullivan’s bare wide shoulders so tightly her long nails cut into his flesh. He smiled down at her, his hand continuing rhythmically to stroke, his voice, deep and soft, saying lovingly, “Yes, my baby, I’m here. I won’t let you go.”
    When she lay at last limp in Sullivan’s protective arms, Kay willingly let him finish undressing her. Moments later they were both naked upon the bed that Sullivan had turned down. With half emptied glasses of champagne beside them on the bedside table, soft music coming from the radio and the scent of roses sweetening the air, they completed the act of lovemaking upon sheets of ice blue. Kay knew as Sullivan lowered his sleek, bare body onto hers that the brief pain of his penetration would pale beside the pain of leaving him.
    And she was right.
    Kay