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me.” He leaned closer to her. “I imagined you wearing one of your business suits and taking off the jacket, then slipping out of your blouse. Then you’d step out of your skirt and you’d be wearing one of those little one-piece lace things.”
    â€œA teddy,” Lisa said over a very dry throat.
    His eyes darkened. “Yeah, a teddy. Then I imagined reaching for you, but you would laugh and pull away. You wanted to tease, and I wanted you so much, I could barely stand it. You’d step out of these sexy high heels and undo your garters—”
    â€œI don’t wear garters,” Lisa said, trying to inject a note of much-needed reality.
    He gave a masculine shrug that was entirely too appealing and tossed her a killer grin. “It was my fantasy. When you bent to unfasten those garters,” he confided, “the straps of that teddy would fall down low enough so I could see a hint of your nipples. And, Lisa, you know how much I always loved your nipples.”
    Lisa felt the tips of her breasts harden in response. She felt a heady, dizzying need. It made her heart pound against her rib cage, her pulse race at all her pressure points, her temples, her throat, the inside of her wrists and between her thighs where she felt the beginning of warmth and moistness. Somewhere in her brain, however, the voice of reason rang faintly. Lisa bit her lip against a moan. Sanity, where was her sanity? “Brick,” she managed, “I don’t—”
    â€œIt’s almost over,” he coaxed in a rough tone that brought back vivid memories and sensations of when he’d been closer than close. “Babe, by that time I was begging.”

Chapter Five
    â€œYou always seemed to want me as much as I wanted you.”
    Lisa closed her eyes against the tide of emotions that swept over her. His words were too intimate, but he was too far away. Her hands clenched with the need to touch him.
    â€œThe fantasy was close to real life. You kissed me and touched me and I came undone. I couldn’t get enough of feeling your skin next to mine or hearing your breath hitch in your throat or watching your eyes go dark.” His voice lowered. “I couldn’t get enough of being inside you, Lisa. While we were together I fooled myself into believing I was the one making love to you, but now I see it was you making love to me. You—”
    Lisa couldn’t stand it any longer. She felt aroused, yet torn up inside. She opened her eyes, dismayed to feel tears threaten. “No! It wasn’t that way. You—”
    Brick covered her lips with one finger. The honest expression in his eyes was so beautiful, it hurt. “But it was. There’s too much I didn’t learn about you that I still want to know.”
    Her heart twisted. Acutely sensitive to that slight touch of his finger against her lips, she swallowed hard. “You knew everything there was to know.”
    He shook his head. “I knew the mechanics. I want to know the secrets you’ve never told anyone. I want to know the fantasies you’ll barely admit to yourself.”
    He asked too much. She made herself pull back. “You never seemed interested in trading secrets before,” she said in a voice that quivered the way her insides did. “You always wanted things light and easy.”
    â€œMaybe things are different now.”
    An overwhelming sense of fear and desperation tore at her. “You said we’re friends now.”
    â€œAnd we always will be,” he said as if making a solemn vow.
    She’d told him what she wanted! She’d laid her cards faceup on the table for him to see, and he’d walked away. Lisa couldn’t say it again. It hurt too much. She felt battered and bruised and didn’t want her hopes raised again. If she had any sense, she’d turn away from him, but the fact of the matter was that Brick had never been so intent with her before. It was