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head for support. “Yes.”
    His gaze held hers, as he drew his right index finger forward across her wet opening and stroked her clit. She gasped. He squeezed her ass again, then glided along the sensuous path, this time circling her opening.
    “Yes.” Panting, she moved her arms down to his shoulders, wanting to touch him in return, to fill her palm with his hard, hot cock.
    He pulled back. “Keep your hands on my head, or I’ll stop.”
    “Don’t stop.” Her body pulsed with need, burning and aching for him. She gripped his hair, pressing her palms against his scalp, accepting the price of not being allowed to touch any lower.
    He rewarded her by swirling around her opening. Then he dipped in, a quarter inch at a time until she was sure she’d scream, unable to contain her pleasure.
    His mouth covered hers, swallowing her wanton moans, as he drove in, twisting to reveal new pleasure points. He explored each one with precision, sweetness, and enthusiasm. Gretchen tightened her fists on his scalp. Kyle was her rock, her torture, and her endless delight all rolled into one.
    Maneuvering inside her panties, he pressed a torrent of heat to her mound. She bucked against him, rubbing her clit into a frenzy.
    He twisted his finger inside her, and she convulsed in uncontrollable ecstasy, her screams silenced by his kisses. His hand between her legs held her in a standing position, the pressure creating a pleasure so great she shattered against him again.
    She hugged his head, pressing his hair against her cheek and his face into her neck. “Oh, Kyle,” she whispered. How could she explain no one had found her erogenous zones and brought her to the pinnacle of life with such perfection and tenderness? “I don’t have to tell you anything. You know what I like.”
    His lips curved into a smile against her neck as he dropped a series of kisses along her collarbone, then slid his fingers from her body. She shivered in delight.
    “Why am I left all alone out here?” Mother’s voice carried from the living room.
    Twin shots of guilt and panic zipped through Gretchen. She stumbled to the bed and collapsed, her body still shuddering but no longer with pleasure alone. “Oh my God, what have I done?”
    Kyle followed and squeezed her forearm. “This is your house. You’re an adult. You don’t have to answer to her.”
    “Yes, but we hooked up in the middle of a dinner party while she was waiting for us.” Gretchen considered herself a mature, responsible person who would never consider engaging in the kind of daring, reckless behavior her mother was known for.
    “You don’t have to share the details. I’ll tell her I was helping you put on a necklace…unless you’d rather admit I was adjusting your underwear.”
    “Oh God.” She pressed her hands to her fiery cheeks. Despite her mortification, she’d take another real-life underwear adjustment in a heartbeat. “Go with the necklace.”
    “Good choice.” Kyle stepped toward the door but turned back with his hand on the knob. “Gretchen, don’t wear black. Wear color, the more flamboyant, the better.”
    “What’s my reward if I do?”
    His gray-green gaze darkened with desire. “My tongue instead of my finger.”

 
     
     
Chapter Four
     
     
    Kyle didn’t know how he managed the willpower to walk out of Gretchen’s bedroom, but somehow he did, murmuring appropriate responses to Zola’s chatter. A few minutes later Gretchen emerged, sending her mother into near hysterics by wearing a fluorescent yellow-and-orange flowing top with fuchsia leggings.
    Oh yes. He wanted to taste her. “You rock the color charts.”
    She touched the delicate silver chain around her neck and gave him a smile of pure female satisfaction.
    He gaped, unable to think through the haze of his raging hard-on. Somehow, he had to last through dinner without burying himself inside her.
    “If color interests you, the traditional catalogs always have display shirts in an array of