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away.  I inhaled once, feeling drunk and out of my mind, and then again, and then I felt my legs clench as I uttered something incoherent at the top of my lungs.  I’d never had an orgasm like this before in intensity.  Part of me wanted to demand he stop immediately, because surely my mind couldn’t take the excess of the sensations that were washing over me, but the rest of me—the greedy part—wanted to go the distance.  I think Kage could sense that, because his hand continued to hold my thigh at bay where it had from the beginning, but now his other hand was cradled against the opposite leg, keeping me wide apart where his tongue had continual easy, unfettered access.  I could feel my thighs wanting to resist, but the rest of me—the part that wanted all of Kage—managed to make me tilt my pelvis so that he wouldn’t have to fight.  And I rode the wave until, at last, my body was done.
    I felt spent.  Kage sucked on my inner thigh, and it almost tickled, because my body felt sensitive, overpleasured.  But when I saw the look in his eyes, hell, yes, I wanted him.  I wanted him inside me.  I wanted to ride him.  He slid his arms around my back under the robe and pulled me up to him, lifting me a little and then sliding himself inside.  My body knew what to do, because it was as though I had more in me.  Oh, yes, I did, and my thighs clenched his body possessively as his cock slammed into me, bringing me even higher.
    My fingers were still coiled in his hair.  He kissed me and then pressed his forehead against mine.  I opened my eyes and could tell he was close.  I touched my lips to his neck, just under his ear, and I ran my tongue along the lobe .  I wanted to whisper something hot or romantic in his ear, but another orgasm overtook me, and instead I filled him with my cries.  It wasn’t long that he found his release as well, and, for some reason, I felt on the verge of tears when he whispered my name, his lips resting on my neck.
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    I SAT AT the little wooden table in the hotel room, gazing at all the food.  I was thinking, Damn, this guy must be loaded.   After we’d made love, Kage had found the room service menu and, it looked like now, had ordered one of everything.  He’d asked what I wanted and I told him pancakes sounded great.  With that, though, we had a pot of coffee and he had lots of food.  As I poured syrup over my cakes, I said, “So, when’s everyone else arriving?”
    His brows pulled together.  “What do you mean?”
    “That’s an awful lot of food for just you.”
    His grin was wide as he stabbed a slice of ham before dragging a knife through it.  “I’m happy to share, but I need my energy.  I had a lot more exercise last night than I’d planned.  Pool doesn’t usually take it out of me.”  I smiled.  “Help yourself to anything else.”
    The two giant pancakes on my plate stared back at me.  “Thanks, but I think I’ll have a time just taking care of these.”
    There was a twinkle in his eye when he said, “Need me to help you out?”
    “You can finish what I can’t.”
    “That’s not what I meant.”
    It took me a second before I realized that he was offering to give me another workout .  I giggled.  I needed to rest a little.  And, damn, it was a lot of food.  Eggs, bacon, ham, biscuits and gravy.  Well, maybe not so much for a guy like Kage.  For me, though, I couldn’t imagine.  The coffee was exactly what I’d needed, and it went down like chocolate.  “So what do you do for a living?”  I had to know.  I didn’t want Kage for his money.  That was the farthest thing from my mind, but he didn’t seem to care about how much he spent.  His truck seemed pretty new, but on top of that, we were in a nice hotel and he had no concern with how much he spent on overpriced room service.  On top of that, his wife had offered me five hundred dollars.  It made me curious.
    He shrugged.  “Nothing