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Laney’s little cottage-style house. A low-pitched whine filled her sleeping ears, and they twitched gently in time with the gusts.
    “Just once,” she groaned in her sleep. “Just once... don’t leave...”
    Someone she hardly recognized flashed through her thoughts. It was hard to tell if she didn’t recognize the man, or if she’d never known him at all. Dreams have fuzzy ways of blurring the lines between real and impossible, between what can be and what once was.
    “Who...?”
    “Shh,” a voice whispered, so softly it could have been one of the gusts sliding through the trees. “It’s all right. Everything’s fine. Your smile, it,” he trailed off and touched a fingertip to Laney’s lips. She tried to kiss it, not knowing why but feeling like it was the right thing to do. “Not yet,” he whispered, then brushed his lips against her throat.
    “Who are you?” she asked, arching her back against the gentle, lilting pleasure tickling her neck. “Why didn’t you ever call back? I should be terrified right now, but of course, I’m crazy so I’m not.”
    He chuckled softly. She recognized the sound, and then a moment later, recognized the scent of the man who was on his knees between hers. His hands slid around her belly to the small of her back, and he pulled her to the edge of the chair. Laney drew a quick breath that caught in her throat when the next kiss took her by surprise. This time those hot, soft lips painted a broken line from behind her ear to her chin, then he nibbled on the cleft there before moving up to her mouth.
    In a slow, almost measured way, the mystery man sucked her bottom lip between his teeth. Laney’s breath caught in her chest as she pressed her breasts against the man’s muscled body. His warmth coursed through her, a wave of heat throbbing, thumping, caressing her from her core outward.
    “Who are—?”
    Before she could finish her question, the sucking turned into a hungry, desperate kiss so powerful that her head was forced back into the soft, half-sprung headrest of her easy chair. Every inch of her body begged for more, but whenever she’d reach for the man, he’d either pull back, or laugh softly and gently force her back. “The way you keep pressing against me is gonna make this go a lot faster than I want it to go,” he said softly. “This is for you, stop trying to move. Just let me,” he paused, punctuating the moment by forcing Laney’s lips apart and sliding his tongue between her teeth.
    As they swirled their tongues together, Laney finally managed to get her hands to the back of his head. She found shaggy, curly hair that seemed to wrap itself around her fingers when she pulled him to her. Once again, she arched her back and relished the warmth coursing into her through her pebbling, sweetly aching nipples.
    Her visitor sucked her bottom lip, ending the kiss, but not separating himself from her. He ran his tongue in a slow circle, and then sucked again on her neck, then the hollow of her throat. “I’ve needed this for longer than I can believe,” the man breathed. The heat of his breath slid along the curves of Laney’s neck.
    “I’d believe it,” she said, laughing softly as his tongue warmed a spot in the middle of her chest before another kiss sent a wave of tingling electricity all the way to Laney’s fingertips. “I’d really believe it.”
    She ran her fingers along the sides of his face. Her fingertips rasped gently over the stubble of beard that was there, and then she traced the lines of his cheekbones. Before she could do much anything else, he pulled away, then sucked a gentle kiss between her breasts, and Laney realized that, at some point, her shirt had vanished.
    “Where did my shirt go?”
    He shrugged. His fingers danced a soft rhythm down her naked belly, and at the same moment that his lips closed gently on her nipple, he brushed her naked sex with wilting curls of his fingertips.
    Laney reached down and pressed the back of