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the fact that he’d tugged her pants off, leaving them on the floor. Now she was in her underwear and knee-high socks, and he was still in his trousers. “Come here.”
    He slipped off his trousers and socks and then he was just in boxers, striped white and blue, which for no reason she thought was amusing until she saw the erection tenting the front of the material. She suddenly didn’t find anything funny at all. She only felt desire, white-hot and ravenous.
    He covered her with his body, kissing her, and she kissed him back passionately. She reveled in the feeling of his fingers combing through her hair, and she clutched at his back.
    Then she felt his hand smooth down her shoulder, skim over her rib cage and cup her breast.
    â€œOh,” she gasped, tearing her mouth away from his as the sensation shot through her. After two years, it was almost more than she could bear, complete sensation overload on a global scale.
    His hand paused on her, and she could feel the heat of his palm through the lace of her bra. “All right? Are you okay?”
    â€œMore than,” she murmured, arching her back and pressing more firmly into his hand. He was between her legs, only the thin material of her panties and his boxers between them. “This is…Oh, my.”
    He pushed once, experimentally, and circled her nipple with his fingers at the same time. She opened her eyes long enough to see him smile, a tender smile, and she almost came undone in his arms.
    He leaned down and kissed her again, and she couldn’t help it…. She wrapped her legs around his, feeling herself go damp enough to soak her underwear. He had to feel it, too, because she could feel the muscles at his shoulders bunching and heard him groan against her neck as he pressed a hard kiss against her. “You’re sure?” he whispered.
    â€œMore sure than I’ve been about anything,” she said recklessly. “Please. Please, make love to me.”
    He pulled back, his blue eyes lit like blowtorches. “I want to, believe me.” He paused. “I can’t believe I’m asking this, but…you wouldn’t happen to have a condom, would you?”
    She whimpered. “No. I don’t…. That is…I haven’t had sex in a long time.” And she really, really wanted to rectify that, she thought, staring at the harsh beauty of his face, the absolute perfection of his torso…the feel of him pressing between her thighs.
    â€œDamn it.” He rolled off her, and she felt bereft, trying to follow him, but he kept her at arm’s length.
    â€œWhat is it?”
    â€œI don’t have a condom, either,” he said, his breathing ragged. “I don’t do this, like I said, and I don’t generally travel with condoms handy.”
    She felt frustration claw at her, and couldn’t help but let out a growl of pain. Even so, a little part of her felt a thrill…glad that he didn’t do this all the time. Glad that she wasn’t the only one who was out of her mind because of this whole situation. “I’m sorry,” she said inanely.
    â€œWhy?” Despite the wince of frustration as he rolled onto his side, he then sent her a wistful, lopsided smile that made her heart race. “It’s nobody’s fault. And I, for one, don’t regret a minute of it.” He laughed. “Well, okay. I regret not being more prepared.”
    She rolled onto her back, wondering how long it would take before her blood cooled down and her heart stopped galloping in her chest. She was also not sure how long it would take before she’d be able to get to sleep. If she was able to sleep at all tonight.
    All at once, a wave of exhaustion hit her. It had been an amazingly long day. She felt as if all the aches of the travel, all the craziness and all the stress that had been creeping up on her for far too long, just hit her like a tidal wave. To her intense