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him exhale slowly and felt the bed dip as he rolled closer and touched her shoulder.
    “Haley?” The soft whisper asked all the right questions, and she moved into his arms without hesitation. His lips moved hungrily over hers as his hands brushed her back, bunching the nightshirt. She moaned as a wave of heat shot through her, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. She tasted him, and he was as delicious as she remembered.
    Simultaneously they moved against each other. As he shifted his body to accommodate her small frame, Haley realized he was wearing briefs. She kissed the underside of his chin, and he pulled her hips closer, fitting the hard bulge of his erection to the place where she ached to feel him.
    The rush, the heat, made her dizzy, and her head fell back, giving him access to the area between her neck and shoulder. Her body jolted as his hot wet mouth branded a path of exquisite pleasure from behind her ear to the erotic hot spot at the base of her neck. Nearly drugged by the intensity of her reaction, she unconsciously lifted her bottom as he tugged the nightshirt over her head, leaving her clad only in white bikini panties. She held her breath at the first touch of his hands on her naked flesh, releasing it as he moved them from her waist to her breast to gently lift and caress it. He used his thumb to bring one nipple then the other to hard little points. She moaned as all of her senses clamored for more. Haley wanted his mouth to replace his hand. She gently pinched the smooth skin of his shoulder then smoothed her hand over the hard muscle as it flexed in reaction.
    “You have sensitive breasts,” he murmured just before he closed his lips over one aching peak and suckled. She nearly screamed in pleasure as he moved from one breast to the other, alternately laving and sucking with increased pressure.
    She was desperate to begin her own journey of exploration, and slid her palms under his shirt, down his smooth back, over his briefs to his taut buttocks. Her knee bumped against the cast on his leg and she stilled, afraid she had caused him pain.
    “Your leg,” she whispered. “I don’t want to hurt it.”
    “The leg’s fine. But another part of me is hurting real bad. Maybe you could kiss it and make it better.”
    Tentatively she stroked the hard ridge beneath his briefs, pleased when he uttered guttural encouragement. She ached and pulsed with need between her legs. Seeking relief from the throbbing, she rocked her pelvis against the bulge in his briefs until he groaned in appreciation.
    Nearly blinded by lust, her lips sought his, and she widened her mouth so he could make love to her with his tongue. Haley wanted more. Her bones were dissolving, and her heart pounded so loudly she could hear it in her ears. It was several moments before Haley realized the pounding she heard was at the door, and someone was shouting Rand’s name.
    “Someone’s calling you,” she whispered, struggling out of the fog. “I think it’s Angela.”
    Rand was so involved in placing a series of small, nipping kisses along her neck and trying to slip his hand inside her bikini panties, he didn’t hear her.
    Alarmed now by the frantic pounding, Haley slapped his hand away. “Rand, Angela’s at the door.”
    He jerked away and sat up. “What the hell does she want at this time of the night?”
    They could both hear it then, the hysteria in Angela’s voice. “Rand,” she screamed. “Help me. I think Daddy’s having a heart attack.”
    Rand bounded off the bed, then swore profusely as his cast bounced on the carpet. His erection was impressive beneath the white briefs. Glancing down, he swore again then grabbed a knee length robe from his closet as he hobbled toward the door and threw it open. Angela, dressed in a short midnight blue negligee, collapsed in his arms.
    “It’s Daddy. He’s sick. Pains in his chest and stomach. We need to call the paramedics.”
    “Take it easy, Ange,”