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Catherine found him so incredibly appealing, and it was no mere trick of great chemistry. He had a manic charm, and yet there was a darkness to him even beneath the luscious kisses. He was undoubtedly more than most women could handle, and yet she relished the challenge.
When she could bear to pull away for a breath, he had her wrapped so tightly in his arms that even if she’d fainted, she wouldn’t have fallen. The man certainly knew how to kiss, and from the sly smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, it appeared he also wanted more. Desire coiled low in her belly, and she felt more alive than she had in months.
“We probably shouldn’t rush things,” she whispered against his lips.
A deep chuckle warmed Luke’s reply. “I’m not sure I can.”
She could feel the erection straining the front of his Levi’s, leaving no doubt as to his capabilities. She ground her hips against his.
“God, woman, what are you trying to do to me?”
She brushed his mouth with a light kiss. “You came here tonight knowing I’m the impulsive sort. Did you really expect to be turned away?”
He rested his forehead against hers and sighed softly. “I didn’t expect anything at all.”
His unexpectedly poignant reply tugged at her heart, and she leaned back and framed his face between her hands. His black eye was fading to an unattractive green, but his gaze held a fascinating array of emotion. There was a sparkle of desire as well as a lingering hint of the despair
he’d shared on his earlier visit. She knew which she wished to encourage.
“You still have a pocketful of condoms?” she asked.
“I might,” he admitted with a grin that revealed he’d indeed come prepared.
She reached back to take his hand from around her waist and laced her fingers in his. “Let’s go up to my room.” With an easy tug, she led the way up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom. Rather than flip on the wall switch, she turned on the small pink-hued lamp on her dresser.
She dropped his hand to slide her fingertips up his chest and began to unbutton his shirt. “I like the way you dress, and yet I can’t help but feel clothes mean nothing to you.”
“Less than nothing,” Luke murmured against her hair. He yanked off his shirt and flung it toward the wing chair placed near the window. “Now kiss me again so I won’t forget why we came up here.”
She was only too happy to oblige. She ran her hands over his muscular back, then up between them to comb the springy curls swirled across his chest. The wiry hair was dark like his lashes and brows and wound easily around her fingers.
She might have teased him about her impulsive nature, but despite his delicious taste, she was drawn to him by something far more powerful than mere whim. He simply felt right, and that he was in no hurry to bring their extraordinary attraction to its natural conclusion made his slow, deep kisses all the more tantalizing. She could have kissed him all night and well into the next day.
He unhooked her bra, and she quickly pulled it along with her top off over her head. He rolled her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, but the tips were already puckered into rosy buds. He bent to lick one and then the other while she ruffled his hair.
“The silvery cast to your hair is very handsome,” she almost purred.
He gave her a last playful nip before he straightened up. “I’m pushing forty, but you don’t think it makes me look old?”
“Not at all, and it’s striking, like the rest of you.”
He laughed. “How long have you thought that?”
She bounced her knuckles down the hard planes of his belly. “Since the first time I saw you, but now I’ve discovered you also have great abs.”
He caught her hands. “So it’s just a physical thing?”
The question caught Catherine off guard, and for one painful instant, the memory of Sam’s loving threatened to overwhelm her in a tumbling wave of sorrow. She pressed against Luke to keep her husband’s ghost at bay.
“Chemistry is a wonderful thing,” she began hesitantly, “but I hope there’s more between us.”
He slid his hands through her hair to tilt her mouth up to his. “I can’t find the words to describe this magic,” he whispered, and his deep kiss made further speech irrelevant.
She drank in his affection and returned it eagerly. She loved his strength and the sinewy feel of his well-toned body. She was naturally slender, but he’d run the last ounce of fat from his muscular frame. She slid her fingers into his pocket to withdraw several condoms and set them on the nightstand beside a box of tissues. She unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his Levi’s to free his sex. He was hot and heavy in her hands, and she dropped to her knees to taste him.
Luke could stand only a few seconds of her provocative kiss before he had to pull her up into his arms. “Any more of that, and you’ll push me over the edge.”
“You won’t fall far,” she promised.
