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her slender fingers and imprison them against his naked chest.
    Startled, she looked up to find Kyle watching her, a smoldering golden glow in his eyes. “Come closer,” he commanded softly.
    Assailed by that same queer breathlessness, Selena obeyed, taking a single step toward him to close the distance. When Kyle slowly slipped an arm around her narrow waist, she found herself pressed against the full length of his big, splendid body, feeling his hard male contours, his heat.
    He was still watching her intently as he reached up with his free hand to smooth a wet tress back from her face. “Lord, you’re beautiful in the moonlight.” His thumb drifted lightly over her cheekbone, then moved to her lips and, with gentle pressure, urged them open.
    She quivered.
    He bent his head.
    His mouth was just as warm and exciting as she remembered, and just as devastating. As his tongue probed for entrance, she opened fully to him, wanting his kiss, his possession.
    She was hardly aware that his large hand was gliding upward over the filmy gauze of her nightdress, until she felt his fingers curl around her breast, cupping the swelling fullness. The resultant wave of heat shocked her; it raced through her body to settle as a throbbing ache somewhere between her thighs, in the very core of her womanhood.
    “Captain—” Selena gasped in halfhearted protest.
    “Call me Kyle,” he breathed against her lips. “And I’ll call you Seawitch.”
    She could feel his deep voice vibrating through her body, just like the fierce need he was arousing in her. Involuntarily, her hands crept up the broad plain of his chest and curled around his neck.
    He tasted her, dallying over the silky softness of her face while his thumb rubbed her nipple seductively, circling and teasing. The erect tip tightened unbearably under his light touch, while heat flared between her quivering thighs. When his long, blunt-tipped fingers closed over her nipple, plucking at the tight bud, Selena arched against him, her hands reaching up of their own accord to bury themselves in the thick dampness of his hair.
    He stroked and caressed the aching peak, and by the time he had lavished the same erotic attentions on her other breast, Selena’s fingers were clenched in his hair. Kyle drew back slightly then, and she was surprised to realize he had managed to unfasten the buttons at the throat of her nightdress. When he deftly slid the bodice down over her shoulders to expose her pale breasts, Selena shivered, not from the breeze that was caressing her damp flesh, but from the hot lover’s gaze that was traveling the length of her.
    She heard his quick intake of breath as his eyes fastened hungrily on her naked beauty, heard him mutter some unintelligible exclamation as he drew her against him again, and she braced herself for another shattering kiss. Yet he didn’t kiss her. Instead, he bent to take her right nipple boldly into his mouth.
    Selena couldn’t stifle a gasp. That was what he had meant earlier, about the sand, she realized. But she hadn’t imagined anything like this. He was suckling her breast, tormenting the nipple with his lips, massaging it in shuddering waves with his tongue. His possessive mouth created an incredible pleasure within her, making her feel weak and thoroughly helpless. Her legs were trembling, as if they might buckle beneath her, and when his searing lips moved to claim her other breast, she had to grip Kyle’s shoulders to support herself.
    It wasn’t long before a whimper escaped her. Kyle raised his head and smiled in satisfaction. “I can accept impatience,” he said, his teeth gleaming in the faint light, “as long as I’m the one you’re impatient for.” When Selena stared dazedly at him, he drew a languid circle around her nipple with one finger.
“Are
you impatient for me, Seawitch?”
    “Yes.” The husky reply seemed to be dredged from her throat. Yet it must have been what Kyle wanted to hear, for he chuckled as he