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whimpered and leaned into his hands. Offering herself. Hissing as her nipples brushed his index finger.
    He moved his palms to cup her around the ribs. With his thumbs, he lightly touched her nipples, easily visible behind the lace of her bra. Then he moved them again, a tiny flick, a taunting caress. Knowing why he waited, she admitted, “I wanted you so much earlier today, I had to…to…”
    “Yes?” Another flick, too gentle. She wanted more, wanted him to push the fabric away and take her nipples between his lips and suck deeply. Her breasts were ultra-sensitive; it wouldn’t take much more than that for her to come.
    “Tell me,” he ordered.
    “I had to touch myself,” she admitted.
    He rewarded her with a longer stroke, sliding two fingers into her bra and taking her nipple between them. Then he stopped again. “Where?”
    “In my old bed.”
    He chuckled lazily and resumed the all too brief flicks of thumb against nipple, accompanying the touches with tantalizing love bites to her neck. “I meant where on your body?”
    She groaned in frustration. “Where do you think?”
    “Here?” he asked, covering her breasts with both hands, cupping their fullness.
    “Oh, finally!”
    “So you did touch your breasts?”
    She shook her head, desperate for more. “No, but that’s exactly where I want you to touch.”
    “You’ve got me curious, Kate.” He kissed his way down her neck, pushing her back farther on the table until she was nearly reclining. Then he moved his lips down. Over the curve of her breast. Scraping his teeth along the lace, slipping his tongue beneath it to lick her nipple.
    She jerked hard, her hot core grinding against him. “Curious? You’ve got me ready to sing the Hallelujah Chorus!”
    “Hey, no singing,” he scolded, lifting his mouth from her.
    “I promise,” she said between harsh pants. “No singing. But please, don’t stop touching me or I’ll scream.”
    “I want you to scream,” he murmured, staring down into her face, his eyes lit with passion. “I want us both to scream because it feels so good there’s no other way to express it.”
    Finally he deftly undid her bra, tugging it away and catching her fullness in his hands.
    “Have I told you yet that I’m a visual man?” he asked as he moved lower to kiss her. “I love looking at these.” Then he lifted her nipple to his lips and flicked his tongue over it with exquisite precision. “And feeling them.”
    “Thank heaven.” She clutched his hair in her hands and pulled him closer, silently ordering him to stop fooling around and to get to some serious action. He complied, sucking her nipple deeply into his mouth as he caught the other between his fingers.
    She had her second orgasm of the day a minute later. It made the first one in her old bedroom pale in comparison.
    “I see we’re well matched. You’re very sensitive here, aren’t you?” he asked, continuing his sensual assault on her chest. The pleasure began to build again, before she’d come down from her orgasmic high. “But we still haven’t foundthe spot you touched yet, have we?” He reached around to unzip her skirt.
    Okay. This was good. Her nipples still tingled, but now other parts—lower parts—were ready for some action. She almost purred as he followed the path of skin exposed by the zipper, trailing his fingers down her tailbone until he slipped a hand under her panties to cup her bottom.
    “Are you going to show me, Kate, where you touched?”
    She nodded wordlessly, wondering how he’d stolen all thought, all will. He eased the skirt down, waiting for her to lift up so he could pull it all the way off and toss it to the floor. Then he stepped back and merely looked at her, clad only in panties, thigh-highs and strappy sandals. He looked his fill. “I’m suddenly starting to hear strains of the Hallelujah Chorus myself. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
    Kate twisted and shifted restlessly, loving the way he ate