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began.
    “Please,” she asked, her eyes shining. “If you ever felt anything for me, help me, for even a short time, to forget that she is gone.”
    I kept my eyes locked with hers, searching for any hint of doubt. She ran her fingers through my hair and then down my cheek to my lips.
    “Please,” she said again.
    I couldn't deny her, not this. I shifted, moving her off my lap to lie back on the sofa. Her robe was still untied and it moved apart as she settled, exposing a strip of familiar flesh.
    “If you want me to stop,” I said softly. “Just say it.”
    She nodded, and I slid my hands up her long legs, moving until I was between them. I moved up on my knees, toeing off my shoes as I went. A flush crept across her fair skin as I pushed her robe aside, baring everything. It was odd to think that, though I'd seen this body several times, she had no memory of it. No memory of me touching her in this way.
    I pushed the thoughts aside, leaned down, kissing her stomach just above her bellybutton and then worked my way up slowly, giving her plenty of time to speak if she didn't want me to go further. Instead, she made a small sound and put her hand on the back of my head. Her fingers moved through my hair as I reached the spot between her breasts. I cupped one firm mound, fingers teasing her nipple while I flicked my tongue against the other. She moaned, her hand tightening in my hair as I took her nipple between my lips.
    It was strange. Her body responded to my touch, but not the same way as it had before. I could feel the difference. She wanted me, but she wasn't going to take what she wanted. My stomach twisted at the realization that she was trusting me to take care of her. Before, with her – I refused to think of either name – it had been equal parts give and take, relinquishing control as easily as I took it. Now, as she looked down at me, watching as I sucked on the sensitive flesh, the walls that had been there before were cracked and she was bare in more ways than one. The trust she had in me was humbling and I became even more determined, not just to please her, but to take her away from all of this for as long as I could.
    I released her breast and slid my hand down her stomach, fingers dipping between her folds to find her already slick. She gasped as I rubbed her clit between my first two fingers, then cried out when my teeth scraped over her nipple. Her passage was tight as I slipped my middle finger into it, closing my eyes at the wet heat gripping my digit. My cock was already throbbing, straining against my zipper, but I kept my mind on the task at hand. This was about her, not me.
    Without losing a stroke, I kissed my way down her body, open-mouthed kisses that left me with the taste of her fresh from the shower. I only removed my hand as I settled between her legs, half-sitting in a slightly awkward position. The sofa had definitely not been made for two tall people to do this.
    “Will you take off your shirt?”
    I looked at her as I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. When my hands went to my waistband, I paused. She nodded. I stood and removed the last of my clothes. Another wave of surreality washed over me at the heat in her eyes as she looked at me. For her, this was our first time together – our only time.
    I sat back down and slid my hands underneath her, cupping her ass to lift her. I couldn't lay down to do this, but I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to taste her. I kept my eyes on her face as I lowered my mouth. Her eyes widened as my tongue danced across the delicate flesh, tracing patterns across her inner thighs and up and down her glistening lips. When it moved inside, teasing her entrance and then up to her clit, she breathed out something in Czech, a phrase I recognized though I didn't actually know what it meant. My heart skipped a beat as, for a moment, I saw my Kat.
    I looked down and pushed my thoughts aside. Katka wasn't real. The woman with me was