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behavior there, yet something also holding her back because she wasn’t quite sure just how to explain it.
    She would never know what she might have said next because Stephen kissed her.
    It was nothing like what had just happened between them but subtle, sweetly tender, his mouth molding carefully to hers, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, the fingers of one hand tangling in her hair.
    It was gentle, it was intimate, and it was . . . indescribably erotic.
    A lover’s kiss, like nothing she’d ever experienced before, but the very sum of the parts of a young woman’s fantasies of how the moment should be . . . even though, if she thought about it, maybe the kiss should have come . . . before .
    His mouth was warm and firm as he whispered against her lips, “Your every wish is my command, but you’ll have to forgive me. I didn’t take any kind of sexual stimulant, so it might be a few minutes before I can service your . . . hungry body. In the meantime, kiss me back, Tori.”
    It would be too mortifying to explain she didn’t really know how—especially when obviously he did, so she simply closed her eyes and followed his lead in the subtle dance of tongue on tongue, relaxing beneath him after that wondrous experience, letting the crackle of the fire come through, the texture of his hair . . . the very unique sensation of his hard bare chest against her taut breasts causing her breath to catch.
    Lying beneath him, wide-legged and impaled, she ran her hands over his shoulders, the tensile strength of his muscles hard under her fingers. She felt less frantic in the glow of orgasmic release, but still needy, as if she wanted to keep him between her legs forever. “Why haven’t we ever done this before?” she murmured teasingly against his mouth.
    Stephen shifted so their bodies were still joined but he could prop himself on one elbow, drawing her leg up over his hip. He then touched her face, lightly tracing the line of her cheek with his finger. “I suppose because you hadn’t yet visited America.”
    Was there a hint of evasion in his voice? Maybe even something wistful? Once or twice her father had mentioned Stephen and her in his off-hand way, intimating there might be something more about their relationship, but she hadn’t really considered it until lately. She’d always treasured her travels, and Stephen, well, he’d never said anything .
    There was certainly something more now .
    “If you think the drug is why I’m here, you’re wrong,” she admitted, looking deep into his eyes, a ridiculous shyness seizing her despite their intimate position. “The drug was a way to let me ask for this,”––she lifted her hips lightly, savoring the way he still stretched her, even not fully erect—“without being too terribly nervous.”
    “You weren’t nervous at all that I could tell.” He laughed, his free hand beginning to toy with her left breast, cupping it in his warm palm, circling the sensitive nipple and rolling it lightly in his fingers.
    Her body, still aroused and stimulated by the seeds, reacted instantly. Victoria let her head fall back and her eyes drift shut, her concentration flying to that one part of her body, her inner muscles pulsing lightly around his shaft in immediate reaction to his touch. “Yes, please don’t stop.”
    “You like that,” he lightly squeezed. “My God, you have perfect breasts. I imagined them a thousand times but my fantasies didn’t do you justice.”
    She would have to think about his fantasies later. When, in fact, she could think again, because now . . .
    “Consider them,” she said in an uneven voice, “yours for as long as you want them.”
    One brow lifted up and he said softly, “Oh, I want them.”
    He continued the exquisite torture until she was panting; stroking, cupping, reshaping her flesh in his hands, his touch gliding over her quivering body. And when he finally lifted one welling mound and bent his head to suckle the trembling