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all the ways I could make love to you if we had protection.” His voice came out hoarse. “How do you like it, Catherine? Do you like it hard or gentle? Fast or slow? Do you like it face to face, or from behind? On top, sitting across my lap, kneeling down?”
    The hand descended to the back of her legs. Starting at the hollow behind her knees, it began a slow travel up. A sob of frustration tore from her throat, and Cat tried to stifle the sound by pressing her mouth to the bedclothes.
    “No, Catherine. I want to hear your pleasure. Don’t hide anything from me.”
    “I can’t wait,” she wailed. “I’m burning up.”
    Brock hushed her and used his hand to nudge her legs apart. “Don’t rush it. I want to touch every part of you.”
    His finger dipped between her legs, found her opening.
    She arched her back, jutting out her rear to give him better access.
    “Turn over,” he ordered once more.
    She rolled around, found him up on his knees, staring down at her.
    In silence, he stretched out over her. His erect shaft nudged her belly. Her knees sprang apart, and she realized that if he made a move to enter her without protection, she wouldn’t try to stop him.
    He settled between her legs, but inched higher up, so the restless motion of her hips wouldn’t tempt him inside.
    “No,” he told her. “Not tonight.”
    His mouth came down to her neck and found the spot that ignited all her senses.
    “Oh my God, oh my God.” Her voice drifted around them, an incoherent stream of sound. Her head trashed side to side, at the same time seeking and avoiding his lips as their impact shattered her usual reserve.
    Brock traveled down her body, pausing to kiss her breasts. Teasing, tugging, gently biting the peaked nipples. Tension screamed through her, and Cat thought she’d lose her mind if he didn’t do something soon. She felt his muscles bunch as he got ready to move again, and the prospect sent a shudder along her limbs. She tried to wriggle up on the bed to shorten the remaining distance, but his hands gripped her waist to hold her still.
    His warm breath swept across her belly, not touching, barely nuzzling. Then, finally, his hands curled around her thighs and he urged her legs wide, impossibly wide. He repositioned her, angling her hips upward. An almost unbearable heat exploded inside her as his mouth came down on her.
    His tongue opened and searched and stroked and tasted. Pleasure washed over her as he possessed her with intimacy she hadn’t known existed. Her hips bucked and reared, out of control. Ragged sounds burst from her throat as she obeyed his command, not hiding her pleasure from him. The cool façade she had learned to hide behind combusted and fell to ashes.
    All too soon, he drove her over the edge. She arched like a bow on the bed as contractions seized her, ripping through her on a release that splintered her mind. Tears seeped out through tightly closed lids. She screamed out his name, so loud that Brock had to reach up and place a hand across her mouth to silence her.
    When the waves of completion stilled, he released her and got up, but only long enough to turn down the heating.
    Her body felt liquid, boneless. She lay languid on the bed and allowed him to lift her up and tuck her beneath the covers. When he stretched out beside her, she curled into his side. His arms closed around her. He pressed a kiss on her forehead.
    “Get some rest,” Brock told her. “I haven’t had my fill of you yet.”
    With a sigh, Cat closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
    He woke her twice more, and brought her to violent climax each time, until she lost all awareness of what was real and what was part of a dream.
    In the morning, Cat became aware of the loss of Brock’s body heat. Her eyes blinked open. He stood beside the bed, looking down at her, already pulling his clothes on. The reading lamp bathed the room in muted yellow light.
    “I’m sorry, I need to go,” he said.
    “What time is it?”