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My blood heated, skin tightened.
The sensations swamping me were as familiar and overpowering as
ever. It had never been any other way with Blake. My body had
always responded to his touch and it returned to that zone with an
ease that probably should have freaked me out.
    But I was too caught up to care. All I knew
was that I had Blake Kavanagh in my arms and he was going to make
love to me. For eight years I'd dreamed about exactly this when I
slept, and forced myself not to think about it when awake. I never
once dreamed or thought about afterward, and nor would I now.
Later, yes, but now was for skin on skin and the heady feeling of
being the center of Blake Kavanagh's world again.
    Slowly, he drew down my bra cups and exposed
my breasts to his mouth, his hands. The air was cool but he was
warm. My nipples pebbled and tingled beneath his attention. I
arched into him, offering myself, and moaned.
    He drew away. "Upstairs," he rasped.
"Bedroom." He picked me up and carried me inside. "Don't want to be
disturbed."
    I felt like a feather in his arms as he
carried me up the stairs and into my bedroom. It was the same room
I'd always had and Blake knew exactly where it was. He gently lay
me on the bed then not so gently undid the rest of my shirt
buttons. He fumbled with my belt and drew my jeans down. I wasn't
wearing any shoes and I flicked my jeans onto the floor.
    I sat up and removed my shirt and bra, then
lay flat again in just my underwear. Blake's eyes flared. His gaze
roamed over my length, taking in every inch, every freckle as if
he'd never seen them before.
    "You're more beautiful than ever," he said
softly. "Eight years ago, I wouldn't have thought that
possible."
    The problem with red hair and pale skin was
that I blushed way too easily. He smiled upon seeing the color
creep up my throat and across my face, as if he were pleased to
have put it there.
    "Take off your jeans," I said. "And the
rest."
    He removed his boots and jeans, taking out a
silver packet from his pocket. Then he whipped his shorts down. He
stood beside the bed, gloriously naked and not at all ashamed that
I stared. His thighs were powerfully muscled and the scar on his
hip that I'd toyed with earlier stretched down almost to his knee.
The cut must have been deep, the pain excruciating. I would ask him
about it later, but not now.
    Now was for admiring. And there was a lot to
admire. Aside from the ridges of abdominal muscle and the long,
athletic legs, there was that cock. It protruded thick and proud
and ready. He slipped on the condom.
    I opened my arms for him and he came to me
without hesitation. He drew me against him and we kissed until my
insides turned to mush and my brain switched off. The time for
thinking had passed.
    He broke the kiss and I groaned in
disappointment at the loss. The groan became a moan of pleasure as
he pushed up my breast and took as much of it that would fit into
his mouth as he could. His tongue stroked my nipple, circled it,
licked and teased it to an excruciating, achy point.
    "Oh God, Blake, that's…" I couldn't finish
the sentence. There were too many sensations exploding through my
body, rendering me dumb. Little ripples of pleasure began shooting
from my nipple to my groin.
    I wanted him to touch me down there. I
wriggled out of my panties and flicked them away. I felt him smile
against my breast.
    "Can't wait, eh?"
    "You're a goddamn tease, Blake Kavanagh."
    " I'm a tease? Huh. You're driving me
crazy, Cass."
    I reached down between us to feel how crazy.
His cock was rock-hard. It throbbed as I wrapped my fingers around
it. He sucked air between his teeth and pressed his forehead
against my breasts. His low groan sounded like he was in pain.
    He suddenly shifted his hips and withdrew his
cock from my hand. "Do that and it'll be over too soon. I want this
to last. It's been too long and I want to savor every second."
    Too long since the last time he made love? Or
too long since he made love to me ?
    I