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swirling his tongue around the peak. Her breasts had always been a
traitorous bit of femininity that she had feared would threaten her
dancing, but under his hands, with his mouth teasing out her
response, she learned to cherish the feelings that sang through
them as she arched into his touch. Each gentle draw against her
nipple brought an answering tug from within her core until she
finally pushed him away so she could catch her breath.
    “Stephen, do you have condoms?”
    He stilled.
    “I think there’s one in my wallet,” he answered.
“Shh, lay back, let me love you. I’ll get it when it’s time.”
    Again he stunned her with his patience, as this time
he made his way down her body with light nibbles and nips. Finally,
parting her knees, he kissed back up her inner thigh, spreading her
wide.
    A long moment passed while her heartbeat raced.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Just…looking.” His voice was rough. “Ah God, Romy,
you’re incredible.” He held her hips in his hands, lifting her body
to his lips. When he tasted her, a shudder rocked her. Too soon,
yet not soon enough, all at once. His tongue swept over her in
tiny circles before spearing deep, her head falling back and a
sighing, gasping, aching sound echoing from her lips. When he slid
two fingers inside her and began to ply her body in earnest, the
tension wound her up, and for a split second, she fought it, trying
not to let the sensations sweep her out of control. Her hips lifted
against his face, and her arms clutched at the bedspread as her
back bowed.
    “Please…” she begged, and he knew exactly what she
needed; one big hand rode up to the flat muscles of her belly,
holding her immobile, making her take everything he had to
give.
    Tonight, with sight just a memory, he filled every
other sense until her body leaped off the bed and a shocked cry
tore from her lips. Waves of heat and need spun out of control, and
she held him tightly to her body, her fingers laced through his
hair as the orgasm took her out of her senses.
    “Oh my God,” she murmured as he stroked her slowly
back down, the aftershocks still pulsing through her. She reached
for him, but he took her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her
knuckles.
    “Shhh. Do you know how beautiful you are right now?
Your face is flushed and your eyes are glittering and your lips are
swollen. You look like a woman who’s been loved senseless.”
    “I wish I could see you.” She pouted, then
continued, “I bet you’re magnificent when you come.”
    His rough groan filled the room, sending another
wave of heat through her.
    * * * *
    He watched her eyes close as she relaxed her head
back onto her pillow. Of any of the things he might have expected
her to say, that wasn’t one of them.
    “You’re not shy at all are you?” he asked, leaning
forward to palm one rose-tipped breast, teasing the nipple back to
firmness.
    “About sex? No. I grew up under stage lights.
Dancers who tour together often form intense relationships,
sometimes for the duration of an evening, sometimes for the
duration of a tour. Sometimes for a lifetime. I’ve seen those
relationships. I’ve always known going in which kind I wanted.”
    As she spoke, she sat up, straddling him. She ran
her hands over his chest. The sharp, tense heat that filled him
when she wrapped her arms around his neck and drove her body tight
to his almost made Stephen regret the words that spilled out.
    “Which do you want with me?”
    Her hands stopped stroking across his chest and her
head came up, a frown stealing across her features.
    “I don’t know. I feel like I need you, and
I’m scared because I don’t want to have to depend on anyone.”
    He saw the uncertainty in her expression, but then
she folded her head onto his shoulder hiding her face. With a
little pang of loss, he steeled himself to pull away. As much as he
wanted to make love to her and to mate with her, he needed her to
be fully on board with it.
    “We don’t