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and peeled her stockings down, cupping her feet. He kissed her toes and ran his hands up her legs. Her core pulsed.
    He stood, leaving her naked and throbbing while he stripped off his clothes. His muscular form was barely visible. She wished she could see him better. She stretched and revelled in her nakedness. She wished he could see her; she wanted his dark eyes roaming her, making the heat within her grow. Next time they would do this in candlelight.
    He joined her with another soul-scorching kiss and pulled her against his long body, skin to heated skin. She groaned against his lips, and he broke the kiss again. Slowly, with a long, meandering movement of his tongue, he traced the outline of her lips. He dabbed and toyed with her tongue, while below his erect member brushed her thigh. Oh, God, how she’d wanted this again! Quivering liquid fire shimmered to her fingertips, danced to her toes. With tiny lip-steps he travelled to her ear, circling and licking. Her head fell back, seeking his mouth on her chin, her neck, her throat.
    She cupped her breasts, offering them to his kissing, sucking, plundering mouth. He growled low, teasing first one nipple and then the other with his teeth. She arched, and he suckled deeply until she arched higher with moans of pleasure.
    “What a pity we didn’t bring your wine upstairs,” he said.
    “Next time,” she whispered, and he pulled her close and kissed her hard. When he kissed her she couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but kiss him back and fill herself with his taste and his scent, far more potent than any wine. His hands moved on her again, making her throb and soar and die of pleasure.
    She felt for his member. He hissed as she fondled its hot, velvety length. Her core pulsed urgently, demanding to take him in.
    “Oh, Matt,” she whimpered, “Please, please! ” She wrapped her legs around his and arched against him.
    He pushed inside her and stopped, holding perfectly still. She twisted, groaning as the thick, tight heat filled her. He pulled back and thrust into her, pulled back and thrust again. She gripped him and threw herself at him, body and soul. She caressed him with her core again and again, convulsed around him, rocked with pleasure that went on and on and on until she burst and abandoned herself utterly to him, just as she’d done seven years ago.
    With rapid thrusts he drove toward his own climax, breathing hard now, and she held him and gave him everything, everything she had—
    He roared, triumph vibrating in his voice and his limbs, and pulled hard out of her, shooting his seed onto her belly.
    He hadn’t done that last time.
    He drew her close and they lay entwined, hearts beating chest to chest. Gradually her breathing slowed and her mind cleared, and she could think again.
    It made sense, she supposed. If he pulled out of her before releasing his seed, she couldn’t conceive a child. Evidently he’d become more responsible with age.
    She certainly hadn’t. She’d acted as foolishly—as madly—as seven years ago. Dismay seeped into her as the minutes passed, silent except for their breathing and the sounds of revelry below. He had tried to stop their lovemaking before it went too far. She thought she knew why, but she had to ask. She moved within his arms and raised her head from the haven of his broad shoulder. “What did you want to talk about?”
    Matt blew out a long breath and withdrew his arm from under her. She sat up. Her nakedness didn’t feel wonderful anymore. “Tell me.”
    “About what comes next.” He rolled away, groped about on a small table and stood to light a candle.
    Now she felt even more exposed. She wrapped her arms around herself. “Next I go to your mother’s house.”
    “Yes, but—”
    A knock sounded on the door of the next room. “Matt! Sam’s here. Wants to discuss a price.” That was Bird’s voice.
    “But what?” she demanded, shivering now.
    Matt picked up her shift and tossed it to her, then