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respond. And when she rose to meet him, he drove harder, faster. He gave her all she demanded.
    Her fingernails raked his back. Her body quaked. The muscles inside her contracted violently around his cock.
    Shuddering at the power of her orgasm, he thrust once more and came. Then he collapsed, pinning her under his nearly dead weight.
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    When he could breathe again, he looked into her passion-glazed eyes. “You’re something, honey.” Taking her with him, he rolled to his side.
    Their bodies were still joined, her legs still wrapped tightly around his hips. Her softness still surrounded his wrung-out cock. For a long time, Jake stayed in Kate’s embrace, reluctant to lose the closeness.
    Damn it to hell! He didn't want to feel closeness. Just the release he’d sought and found. The feelings he couldn’t suppress reminded him too much of how he had cared for Alice. How much her betrayal had hurt.
    He pulled away. When he did, her dreamy expression turned sad.
    He felt guilty. But not guilty enough to throw good sense out her bedroom window.
    Naked, he stood and touched her shoulder. When those aqua cat eyes opened and focused on his wrung-out cock, he grinned. “I'll be back, honey. I need to check out our protection. Where's the bathroom?”
    Her face suddenly reddened, and she seemed unable to find her voice. As he limped off in the direction she had pointed, he thought idly that it had been a long time since he’d seen a lover blush.

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    Kate lay back, still caught up in the magic. Finally she knew what it meant to be a woman. To love a man.
    And what a man Jake Green was!
    He was big and tough and earthy. With a body like a statue of some ancient god.
    Perfectly honed, beautiful in spite of the bruises that awful man had put on him from head to toe. The crisscrossed mesh of scars on one of his knees reminded her he was human, not the invincible hero he had first appeared to be.
    And she had trouble believing how fantastic he’d made her feel.
    Nothing in her previous experience compared with the sensation of having him inside her. Even if she could never experience his touch, the physical power of his work-hardened body again, she would be glad for having shared his passion.
    But she couldn’t help dreaming that Jake would come to love her. Her eyelids fluttered and closed, and she tried to hold on to impossible illusions.
    The cotton sheet slid away, followed by the rough-soft warmth of a damp cloth that moved gently from her belly to the tender, sensitive spots between her legs. Kate opened her eyes to feast on the naked beauty of the man who filled her heart as he had fulfilled her body.
    “Sore?” he asked, his tone as intimate as the word was casual.
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    “N-no. Well, maybe a little.” She flinched slightly. The moist heat soothed her, but she wished it were his bare, callused hand—or his hard, throbbing penis with its satiny smooth heat.
    “Keep looking at me like that, honey, and I'll forget I need some time before we can do it again.” Jake finished bathing her and set the cloth on the nightstand. “Once wasn't enough, was it?” he asked softly, and from his expression Kate guessed that his question disturbed him.
    “Was it for you?”
    “Damn it, no.”
    He stood and stared at the clothes they had so carelessly strewn across the floor.
    Then he came and sat beside her on the bed. “Look. I don't want to leave you here alone. Isn’t there a friend or neighbor you could stay with for a few hours?”
    “You can’t stay?”
    He shook his head. “I've got to go see what's going on down at the well. Come on, get dressed. I'll run you over to a neighbor’s.”
    “I'll be all right here. You don’t need to worry about me.” Kate forced a cheerful smile that didn't reach her heart.
    “Yes, I do, for more reasons than the fact that at least one of our arsonists is still on the loose.”
    Kate watched him pull up his briefs and jerk his