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recover.”
    She giggled around a mouthful of toast. His teasing was so precious to her. He treated her like a friend, like a lover, and she was soaking it up. She held out her toast and he took a growling, playful bite, lazing comfortably on the bed and talking with her while she ate breakfast.
    Sara stole glances at him as she chewed, marveling at the changes that had taken place in her life. After the experiences of the day before, she could hardly believe she had held him off for four months. If she had known how incredible the sex with him would be, how powerful the need he could create, she could never have stayed away so long. Many times she had felt his bewilderment at her avoidance, and now, she was almost as surprised herself.
    His blue eyes, intense and watchful, his devil-black hair, and the strong, muscular body that fascinated her all seemed designed specifically to please. His innate intelligence, his caring, and his drive to protect those smaller and weaker than himself made him a man without equal in Sara’s eyes.
    “You’re my dream,” she said softly.
    Dash sat up slowly and looked at her questioningly.
    “I’ve been alone, always on the outside. My parents were so much older, and they both died when I was in college. And then Martin, one of my course advisors, took an interest, helped me through the funeral planning, and made me finish my class work when I really didn’t care. Even through my relationship with him, I still felt cold inside.” She stopped, trying to find the words to make him understand what he offered to her. “You are like a dream for me. When I’m with you, I’m normal. I don’t feel cold.”
    Dash took the empty tray from her and set it beside the bed. He wrapped her up in his arms and leaned back against the pillows, letting her talk.
    “I don’t mean to put some kind of pressure on you,” she said seriously. “I just need you to know what you’ve given me. And,” she paused, unsure of how to continue, “no matter how long these affairs usually last, I want this feeling. I want to be with you.”

    * * * *

    “Do you see me going anywhere?” Dash was torn between fierce joy and exasperation. The mind of a woman was a fascinating thing to him. He had done everything but tattoo her name on his chest to show his intense need for her, and if he understood this conversation, she was giving him permission to leave her in a few weeks or maybe months. However long she thought his usual affairs lasted.
    The poor thing still had no real idea of what he had in mind.
    He smiled. “Sara, I want you,” he began.
    “I want you, too, more every time.” She twisted in his arms to face him, sliding her lips along his neck and his chest. She nuzzled and nipped along his collarbone, and he groaned.
    “Sara,” he tried again, “let’s talk about this, about us.” Damn, he sure as hell had never said that before. “Slow up, woman, I can’t think when you’re doing that.” What she was doing was rubbing her nose along his taut belly, following the line of hair down to where his erection strained against the denim.
    He tried to pull her up, but she grabbed his hands and held tight. The top of his head nearly blew off when she put her lovely face down right on his cock and took the zipper in her white teeth.
    She pulled it down slowly, so slowly.
    Dash was panting, every muscle in his body rock hard, when she let go of his hands and reached to pull out his hard penis. A pearly drop glistened on the broad head, and her pink tongue licked out delicately to gather it in. Sweat broke out on his forehead as his cock flexed.

    * * * *

    Sara moaned as the wild taste of him hit her tongue. The heat of his male flesh in her mouth was provocative.
    She had never done this before, this act that men seemed to crave. But she could quickly come to crave it, too. His musky male scent, his taste, the way his big body shook as she opened her lips over him. She moaned aloud.
    Delicious.
    She