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walls. The wall to my left wasn't so much a wall as it was glass with a pair of French doors in the center that led out to a balcony. The curtains that hung across the glass were opaque, thick enough that people couldn't see in, but would still allow in light to keep the room from being completely dark. Tied at either side of the wall were heavy burgundy curtains I felt sure would close out all of the light completely.
    I'd just kicked off my shoes and was putting some things into the closet when the bathroom door opened. I turned and my jaw dropped. The dress shirt I'd been in the process of hanging up fell to the floor and I didn't care.
    “Kat.” I almost squeaked like some adolescent boy.
    “I am taking that to mean you like it?”
    I nodded, not trusting myself with another attempt to speak though I wanted to clarify that I more than liked what she was wearing. I'd seen a lot of lingerie in my life, but never anything quite like this. It was silk and lace, put together so that it hugged every curve, almost as if it had been made for her. Unlike a lot of lingerie, what she was wearing covered most of her breasts, but with a sheer material slit in such a way that it offered tantalizing glimpses of her pale flesh. It wasn't until she took a few steps towards me that I realized the rest of the garment was cut that same way so every movement revealed and hid.
    “Livie designed it,” Katka said as she pushed a few wayward curls back from her face. “She prefers dresses, but I convinced her that lingerie may have its perks.”
    “I definitely agree.” Even as I stared at Katka, I couldn't help but think that I found the idea of Livie designing something like this to be a bit surprising. I didn't think she was a nun or anything like that, but I also didn't see her as a sexy lingerie kind of girl either.
    “You are wearing too many clothes,” Katka said, reaching for my shirt.
    I let her pull it over my head and toss it aside. Not many of the women I'd been with were tall enough to manage that without some help. I caught my breath as her fingers ran along my chest and down my stomach, blazing a trail of fire across my skin.
    “Kat.”
    Her name was little more than a whisper, but it filled the air between us. Her fingers kept working on my pants, but she tilted her head back to look at me. I bent my head the short distance needed to bring our mouths together. There was heat and desire in the kiss, but not the fierce need that I'd felt before. This was something deeper, a longing for a connection beyond two bodies coming together.
    I explored her mouth even as my hands explored the delicate garment she was wearing. My fingers slid between the fabric, caressing bare skin. It was beautifully designed to allow me access to some of Katka's body, but not as much as I wanted. She moaned as we tumbled back onto the bed and I rolled her beneath me. My mouth made its way down her neck and then began to kiss and lick across the material covering her.
    “Blayne, má lásko .” Her back arched, pushing her breasts against me. “I need you.”
    I could see now that the entire thing was held together with a series of clasps and I began to unfasten them, my mouth following along as her body was exposed, inch by inch. When I moved back up to cup her breasts and take a nipple in my mouth, she cried out, letting out another string of Czech words. I teased first one, then the other, until they were both hard little points and Katka was writhing beneath me. I slid down her body until I was between her legs, pushing at my own clothes so that by the time I settled into place, I was naked.
    I pressed my mouth against the inside of her thigh, sucking the tender skin into my mouth until I left a mark. I rarely ever did that, and it usually only happened when I got carried away. I never wanted anyone to think I was staking some sort of claim or something. Except this time, I was. I wanted her to be mine. I didn't know what that meant exactly,