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There she stood, waiting for him.
Philip took a moment to simply look at her. She wasn't the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
But he craved her above all others.
He knew she hadn't heard him drive in, for he'd come the back way. But she sensed his presence now. Slowly, she turned to face him.
He'd been wrong. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Saying nothing, he went to her. His gaze locked with hers, and he took her hands and brought them to his lips. "I am so very glad you're here."
"I want to be here. With you. But..."
"Shhh. You don't have to tell me you're nervous. I can feel you trembling. If you've changed your mind, tell me now. I'll understand. I may go and bang my head against a tree, but I will understand."
Her laughter wasn't as full as it might have been, but she did laugh. "I haven't changed my mind. I'd decided that this time, I would be the seducer. Only, I've just realized I don't know how."
"Poor Kate," he said softly, placing her hands on his shoulders, freeing his own hands to wander to her hips. He squeezed, gently, and urged her closer. He wondered if she knew how much she'd just revealed to him? Yes, she had given birth, but in many ways she remained virginal. And therefore deserving of every bit of care and tenderness he could give her.
"I've never known this urgency before. I looked up, only a few short days ago, and saw you for the first time. Something almost magical happened at that moment. Oh yes, I know you don't believe in magic. But I do."
"Philip, I don't need flowery words."
She lacked belief in far more than magic and knights in shining armor. She didn't believe in herown appeal, and she didn't trust his words. He couldn't blame her. She'd believed once and paid for it.
He changed his mind. If the bastard who hurt her so badly ever did show up in Boisdemer, beheading wasn't out of the question after all.
He put away the sparking rage that burned in him on her behalf. It had no place here. She faced him with such a troubled expression, he bent to place a gentle kiss on her furrowed brow.
"Mon cherie, I know. Perhaps I need the flowery words." He knew the thoughts in her head. She wanted to keep things simple. She thought this would be an uncomplicated vacation fling. He didn't doubt that her heart held far more for him than she wanted to admit. He didn't need to hear her tell him right now. He was a patient man. At least when it came to getting her to see the sweet light of reason.
But he'd run out of patience waiting to have her.
Moving quickly, he scooped her into his arms, laughing when she screamed and threw her arms around his neck as if to save herself from being dropped.
She wasn't heavy, and it wasn't very far to his bedroom.
The sound of the door slamming still reverberated in the room when he stopped before the bed and slowly lowered her feet to the floor. There was light enough left in the day that he didn't bother with the bedside lamp. Instead, he ran his hands through her hair, cupped her head, and drew her into his kiss.
He had already become addicted to the taste of her, the hot sultry flavor he knew his body could never live without again. Slowly, ever so slowly, he explored her mouth. Her hands grabbed his wrists and held on even as her tongue met and danced with his. Sensuous, erotic, the wet glide ignited tiny sparks in his blood. Her arms moved up to twine around his neck, and he complied with her unspoken request for more. His hands smoothed down her back to her bottom and pulled her closer.
He knew the strength left her knees as he continued tasting her. Not sure of his own strength, he weaned his lips from hers to sit on the edge of the bed then gently pulled her to stand between his legs.
Without speaking, he tugged her T-shirt out of her shorts. The flesh of her belly was warm and soft and smooth. Loving the touch of her under his hands, he caressed her. Then stripped the shirt from her completely.
She gasped, and he couldn't help but smile. "I'm trying so damn hard to be gentle, cherie. But I want you so bloody badly."
"You don't have to be gentle. It's not like this is my first time."
He knew differently. He took a moment to admire the plain cotton bra that supported and concealed her pretty breasts. He found the simple garment more alluring than the finest lace. But it had to go. Reaching behind her, he released the catch in one smooth move.
Her naked breasts captivated him, prettily plump with delectable pink nipples. Unable to resist, he opened his mouth and drew one in. It pebbled and elongated, inviting him to have more. He was lost.
Her fingers combed through his hair, holding him close. Her moans told him how much she liked his actions. His hands shaped her bottom then, in one fluid move, stripped the shorts and panties down her legs. Not willing to give her a moment to think, he slipped to his knees and set his mouth on her.
"Oh God." Catharine sucked in a deep breath as his lips nuzzled her pussy. She wasn't prepared for the storm of sensations that raged through her. Her knees buckled for a second time, and she trusted him to keep her from falling. The vibration of his laugh made her belly clench and her nipples tighten to hard buds.
Then he lifted her, only to place her on her back on the bed. Gasping, Catharine tried to find something to hang on to, but there was only his mouth, open, rubbing back and forth across her mound, and his tongue, darting out, tasting, driving her higher, driving her wild. Sobbing, fighting to control the arousal that drenched her inside and out, she realized there could be no control. Still, she fought, her head tossing back and forth on the bedspread, her breaths coming in short shallow chops and filled with tiny high-pitched cries of pleasure.
"Let go, Kate. You're safe with me. Let me have you. Give me your release."
Torn between two desires, to fight and to surrender, she opened her eyes and stared down at the man watching her with passion-filled eyes from between her legs. She hovered, could sense herself almost pulling back.
Then he sucked her clit into his mouth.
Reality shattered, as she exploded into a starburst of fireworks, the heat so intense that every muscle in her body instantly melted, every atom flew wild. On and on, wave after wave of rapture washed through her, stealing her breath and her strength and her reason.
Slowly, she became vaguely aware that he'd left her. As tiny shivers wracked her body, sounds penetrated. Clothes dropping to the floor. A drawer opened, then closed. And the tear of plastic.
The bed dipped and she opened her eyes, her gaze locking with his as he touched his condom-covered cock to her pussy and began to push inside her.
She couldn't believe how tight she was. For one heartbeat, she wondered if there would be pain, as there had been that first time. But then her flesh eased slightly. She could feel every single inch of him, full and hot and hard, sliding into her. It was the most delicious sensation in the world.
"You feel so good around me, my Kate."
"Philip." She spread her legs wider for him, and then wrapped them around his ass. Her arms encircled his neck. She wanted his mouth on hers. Such a gentleman, he seemed reluctant to kiss her after having tasted her intimate flesh. But when she insisted, he devoured her.
She tasted them both on his lips, and wondered how the flavor could be so compelling. Tilting her hips, she gave him everything, even the parts of herself she'd sought to hold back. Her will to do so had been shattered. In and out, she absorbed him, and used her inner muscles to clench at his cock, to try and keep him her prisoner. He grunted, his eyes closing for just a moment, and she smiled because she knew her flexing battered at his control as surely as his lips and tongue had battered hers.
His rhythm changed, now a hard and fast thrust. Her smile faded as the fire built anew. It was no longer a question of making him lose control. No contest here, only mutual pleasure. She thought she wouldn't be able to come a second time, the first one had been so huge. But the friction of his movements stimulated not only her clit, but some spot inside her, some undiscovered place that wanted to wrap itself around the head of his penis and hold on forever.