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she thinks of. Not you. Why you? She moaned and faced their door. He dared not breathe. Then she walked forward. On cats feet, she came to the doorway, paused and there in the silvery light, her gaze found his. He let her look her fill. God knew, he was riveted to the chair. Whatever she saw, she glided forward. His belly convulsed. His cock lay on his thigh, stiffening with interest. She came to stand next to him and sank to her knees. With a gaze his heart described as loving, she put two fingers to his lips, chasing his own hand away. Dont talk? Babe, I cant utter a word. Then she moved closer. His brain melted down in the fragrance of her perfume as she reached one arm around his neck and pressed her face to his bare chest. The warmth of her flowed over him. He shut his eyes. Opened them. This silken body in his arms was really hers, and not some fantasy. She kissed his shoulder, pressed her lips to his sternum. He heard her sniff and knew she fought tears. Thats when his arms clamped around her and hauled her up to splay her upper body over him. He planted his lips in her hair. Her soft curls. He caressed her back. Sleek flesh and bones. He put one palm over a cheek of her ass and squeezed. Come up here, babe. I need all of you. 34 Carried Away She let her head fall back. Her eyes glistened with torment. She gazed at him, wanting, pleading for so many things. Comfort? Affection? He had that and more for her. Hed never stopped wanting her. Couldnt, wouldnt now that she was here within reach. He might be all kinds of a chump, but at the moment, he didnt care a thing about his reputation. Only about claiming her once more. He put his hands on either side of her head and smiled sweetly at her. But she struggled up. Stood. He panicked. She was leaving? The lump in his throat dissolved when she shimmied out of the gown, letting it puddle on the floor, and climbed onto the chaise with him. Lying along his side, she rested on his chest. The feel of her skin on his was like a stroke of satin. Hed dreamed of this, her, but hadnt recalled how exquisite she felt. He decided he needed to touch all of her, from head to toe. He planted his big hand in her hair and rumpled her curls. She smiled against his chest. He traced the shell of her ear and pulled her earlobe. She wiped away tears on one of her cheeks. He grinned and began the descent from her delicate jaw down her elegant throat, defining its length with one knuckle. Until he reached her cleavage and halted. To go on was the question. Check it, Warwick. If he caressed her, if he showed her how badly he had missed her, how he still yearned for her, did he risk anything? Other than his sanity, all over again? Or could he take whatever she was offering here and enjoy it for now? For the moment? Why she had left him, he might never learn. What she was doing with the cat suit, he would demand to know. But why she came to him here, he understood. He could tell from her insomnia and her tears. She wanted him, missed him. And by god, that meant hed welcome her. He inhaled and slid his hand to cover her breast. She undulated, mewled in the back of her throat, and he crushed her close. His thumb circled her nipple and it blossomed for him. He moaned and sent his open palm down her rib cage. Curved but taut, her belly was such a turn-on. But not as much as what lay below. He splayed his 35 Cerise DeLand fingers and dropped into the wealth of hair over her mound. She stopped breathing. Christ, he might never need air again either, she felt so moist, so soft. He let his hand dive lower and his fingers found her seam. He sank inside. She was wet and warm, swollen for him. He rose up and whirled her beneath him. With brute strength and wild need to keep her, he pinned her to the chair. Her gaze on his was beseeching him for understanding or mercy, he could not tell. Her lips parted. Darling, she murmured, Im so sorry I left. He lowered his face to her shoulder then. Pride wouldnt let him show