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intent on pleasing her.
    “Soft,” he breathed, as if talking to himself. “I’ve never felt anything so damned soft.”
    She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged him down for another drugging kiss. She loved the taste of him, the endless heat and intoxication.
    She’d kissed other men, of course.
    After college she’d tried to convince herself that Dylan wasn’t the only man on earth, that she was being childish to think he’d fall in love with her after such a long time. So she’d gone out with a number of guys. Problem was, none of them came close to Dylan. She still dated on a casual basis, keeping things light and uncomplicated.
    That is…she’d dated until proposing to Dylan.
    It was all or nothing now. The culmination of her hopes and dreams, or the worse crash and burn of her life.
    All because she’d lied.
    Kate’s mind instantly shied away from her remorse over deceiving the man she loved.
    Concentrate, she ordered.
    Dylan cooperated by pressing nibbling kisses down her throat, then teasing her breasts with his hot breath and tickling fingers. Just when the top of her head was ready to blow off from frustration and need, he opened his mouth and drew an aching nipple inside, silk and all.
    A startled cry escaped Kate’s throat and she arched upward. Moisture and heat instantly soaked through the thin fabric. It was erotic, feeling so much without actually being exposed.
    Dylan thought he’d go insane if he didn’t have Kate soon. He actually had his hand on the belt of his robe, untying it, before he froze.
    Have Kate?
    This was Kate.
    He’d been caressing Kate’s breast and kissing her like a crazed, sex-deprived man found living on a desert island.
    Little Katydid, who trusted him.
    All at once he levered himself from the bed and stared down at her. She looked stunned, and he dragged a breath into his lungs, unable to resist letting his gaze sweep over her slim form. He’d pulled the hem of her dress to her waist, revealing slender legs and gently tapered hips. Her breasts were still covered, but he had no doubt they were just as tantalizing as the rest of her body.
    He was appalled.
    Sex wasn’t why he’d agreed to that wretched ceremony, it was to keep Kate from having to sleep with a man she didn’t love in order to get her inheritance.
    His hands shook with suppressed emotion as he made sure his robe covered the blatant expression of his desire.
    “Kate—”
    “Dylan—”
    They both spoke at once, and both stopped to let the other have their say. The formal bit of courtesy nearly made him laugh. Right. They were courteous. He’d stomped all over the honor his father and eldest brother had taught him, and now he was being polite. Wasn’t that swell of him? He rolled his eyes, more disgusted than ever with himself.
    “You go first,” Kate said.
    She sat up, and in the same smooth motion swept her dress down over her legs. He wasn’t sure, but a faint pink seemed to be brightening her cheeks, as if she was self-conscious about being exposed like that.
    They were friends, but he’d never even seen her in a swimsuit, much less a pair of skimpy panties. A tube top and shorts were the limit, and even then he’d carefully kept his gaze on her face, instead of her feminine curves. He’d never liked being reminded of how much she’d grown up since those early days when she’d seemed to idolize him.
    “I’m sorry. More than I can say. You should have slugged me. God, I can’t believe what I just did. It was inexcusable.” His jaw clenched.
    “You didn’t do anything.”
    “Right. I came in to comfort you, then took advantage. I’m a real prince.”
    She pushed her hair away from her face, looking uncertain. “Please don’t be angry,” she whispered.
    “I’m angry with myself, not you, Katydid.”
    “But I don’t want you to be angry at all.”
    Dylan sighed. He didn’t know why Kate had singled him out when they were kids, but she had, and he’d be damned