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ache to the point of insanity until she could stand it no longer.
    “Thomas…” she whimpered. She thrashed back and forth until her shoulders hurt. “Thomas… please …”
    And then she screamed. “ Thomas !” Her back arched off the bed and she screamed his name again and again until her throat burned.
    “Catherine?” His voice overflowed with concern. She had not heard him come in but he was suddenly there and she felt his warm hands remove the torturous dildo and the nipple rings. Deft fingers untied the sashes which bound her wrists and ankles—and then he swept her into his arms.
    She clung to him and sobbed against a fine linen shirt. His fingers threaded through her hair and he held her close. “I’m sorry, Catherine. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I would never hurt you.”
    She tilted her face up. The temptation to rip off the blindfold arose so hard in her she wanted to scream from frustration. Her palm found the hard line of his jaw. “Make love to me.” Her voice was only a whisper.
    He became rigid.
    “Please. Remove this blindfold and make love to me, Thomas.”

  Chapter Six
     
    Thomas breathed in the scent of lavender, of sex—and that fragrance belonging only to Catherine. His mind and heart warred. Here she was, pleading with him to make love to her—begging him to do the one thing he wanted to do more than anything in the world.
    Her body trembled in his arms and he was assailed with the feel of her silken skin and her riot of black hair. She raised her knee and her thigh brushed his side, scorching him through his clothes. Damn it all to hell. He wanted her.
    All he had to do was free his rock-hard cock and bury himself in her tight, wet hole. He shuddered.
    “Please, Thomas.” A sob shook her shoulders and he instinctively pulled her closer.
    Her lips parted and she sought his mouth. He kissed her with reckless abandon, thrusting his tongue between her lips until his teeth grazed hers. He wanted all her mouth had to offer. He wanted to crawl inside her silky skin. He wanted to know what it was to be inside her. He ached for her.
    Forcing himself not to think, he pushed her back on the sheets and moved over her. He parted her knees wide with his.
    Catherine’s hands roamed over his body, tugged at his shirt and fought with the buttons on his trousers. His aching cock sprang free and he felt the engorged head brush the slick, wet opening between her thighs. Just one thrust…
    No clothes to hinder him.
    Nothing…
    “Yes,” she breathed as she grasped his hips and pulled him down. “Yes.”
    He shook off the doubts and the hard-rearing guilt and took himself in his hand. Positioning the head, he intended to tear her innocence with one powerful thrust.
    She lifted her hips, raking the velvety folds of her labia over his sensitive cock and suddenly, he was coming uncontrollably, spewing pearly cream across her tuft of black curls and her belly. A shimmering ribbon unfurled all the way to that kissable little hollow at the center of her collarbone.
    God, what had he almost done?
    He shuddered with the knowledge he would not have stopped.
    He wilted onto Catherine and held her, trying in vain to muffle the sob that tore involuntarily from his throat. Her hands slipped around his neck and shoulders, her innocent caress absolving him. He shook, attempting to suppress another sob but Catherine’s voice was his undoing. “It’s all right, Thomas,” she whispered in his ear.
    The urge to purge himself of all his painful memories proved to be more than he could stand. The memory of Estelle, the pain of losing her, the inexplicable guilt he felt, all bubbled to the surface and he found himself confessing it all to Catherine in lurid detail. And all the while, she stroked his hair, his neck, his back.
    And she listened.
    * * * * *
    Catherine felt for the covers and found them in a wad at the end of the bed. Thomas had long since fallen asleep. She pulled the covers up over them and snuggled