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Seconds snapped by, heavy with sexual tension—as if he was somehow silently measuring her commitment—before Luke’s hand weaved into her hair, before his lips found hers, his tongue dividing the seam of her lips and plunging into her mouth. Passionate hot kisses followed, his tongue teasing her, pleasing her. She could barely breathe for the rush of need that climbed through her body, expanding within her chest. Her nipples ached and her breasts were heavy. She wanted him to touch her there, wanted to touch him. Her damn leg throbbed and wouldn’t move or she would have lifted it over his hip, arched into him. He seemed to sense her need, inching closer, his hand gliding around her scantily clad backside and squeezing.

She moaned into his mouth, slid her hand under his shirt, reveling in the feel of taut, warm skin beneath her palm, the muscles flexing beneath her touch.

“Take this off,” she said, shoving the material of his tee upward, her fingers splaying in the springy hair of his chest, nails scraping over his nipples. She could feel the raw need in him building, and it drove her wild. Drove her to demand more. She was going to absorb herself in Luke, keep herself from thinking about doubts, about guilt. She wanted it all—she wanted all of him, and she wanted him naked.

His lips stole away from hers as he maneuvered to take his shirt off. While he did, her hand found his crotch, stroking the hard ridge of his erection. “Katie,” he moaned, lying back down. She pressed a hand over those flat, rippling abdominals, and followed with her lips, tracing one muscle after the other, even as her fingers dipped beneath the denim of his pants. Exploring this man’s perfect body was exactly the kind of experience and reward she needed.

But suddenly, Luke gently but surely shackled her hand. “My turn, sweetheart,” he said, easing her carefully to her back. “You rest that leg, and let me do all the work.” He grabbed the pillow and propped her leg up.

“My leg is fine,” she argued.

“And we’re going to keep it that way,” he said, leaning down and brushing his lips over her knee, easing her good leg wide so that he could slip between the V. He peered up at her, dark lashes veiling eyes laden with a mischievous, sexy promise—the promise of pleasure. Promise of satisfaction.

His lips went back to her sore knee, his tongue flickering seductively against her delicate skin, his hand slowly riding up her thigh as his mouth followed. His teeth and his tongue alternated with delicate, sizzling manipulations until he shoved her shorts up, nipped beneath the hem—licked. Heat pooled low in her stomach, and Katie could feel her core clench with anticipation, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

But he kept her waiting, a new pleasure unfolding. He slid that rock-hard body up hers, hands caressing a path beneath her shirt, over her rib cage. Kissed her. Seduced her. Katie faded into a haze of desire that she didn’t want to ever leave. And in that haze, somehow her shirt was gone, Luke’s hands over her breasts, where her bra had once been, her back arching into his touch. His thumbs stroking her nipples, his tongue gliding along hers with hungry thrusts and deep, passionate demands. She wrapped her free leg around him, arched her hips, wanted more of him, wanted him closer. She could feel the hard length of his erection stretching his jeans, pressing into the center of her body. She wanted it stretching her.

“I want you inside me, Luke,” she whispered.

“Soon,” he promised, and she realized suddenly she’d said the words out loud.

“Not soon enough,” she said hoarsely.

She could feel him smile against her neck. “I don’t want to miss one delicious spot.” His lips trailed kisses along her skin, causing wicked sensations, until he pressed her breasts together, suckling one nipple and then the other. The points became stiff peaks as he was nipping and biting and then gently licking them, teasing her until she was aching with the need to feel him fill her. Aching to the point that her womb was spasming. He trailed downward, kissing as he went. She trembled with anticipation as he kissed her stomach, when his tongue dipped into her belly button.

Gently, he eased her shorts down her legs, and as aroused as they both were, he was miraculously, amazingly careful of her injuries. He tossed the shorts aside, his hand sliding up her uninjured calf and thigh, and before she knew his intention, Luke lifted her leg over his shoulder. Suddenly, his tongue lapped at her clit, then closed down on it. Katie gasped as he drew her deep into his mouth, his tongue sliding along her sensitive flesh, two of his fingers entering her, stroking her. Katie’s hands dug into the blanket, her hips rocking against his mouth, his fingers.

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