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deep pool of excitement swell within her. Now her hands were busy, her mouth craved contact with him.
    Guided by want rather than logic, she lowered her lips, kissed his flat nipple, anticipating what she didn’t know—for him to tell her enough? To warn her off? But she heard his ragged breath, and she kissed it as delicately and then as hungrily as she wished he would kiss her.
    She felt his hand creep into her dressing gown but she brushed it off. Hungry now for herself, she kissed down his chest and down his flat stomach. She relished each caress, each lick, savoured them because she knew she would live on this for weeks.
    Till the master called for her again this would be her escape, this the moment she would relive.
    Her mouth was neither skilled nor practised, but it didn’t confuse.
    There was a pleasure in its simplicity. He lay there, staring at the ceiling, and for a moment he wanted to climb from the bed, to tell her…what?
    Yet he lay there.
    She kissed him—not to impress or to please, but to appease her own building need. She tasted and she licked and she felt his fingers knot in her hair as she grew bolder, taking him deeper and relishing him.
    For Aleksi it was a revelation.
    To just lie there, to do no more than that.
    To lie and think of nothing but her lips on him. This from a man who merely tolerated massages—though he was booked in each week.
    Always he lay there, willing the hour over. Gave a huge tip, said he felt marvelous. Slipped back into his suit feeling the same, just oiled.
    Till now, he had felt the same with this.
    Yet for the first time all he did was lie there—no rush, no feigned moans, no urgency.
    He lay there.
    And then his hips rose.
    Except he didn’t want it over so soon.
    So he lay there for a moment longer and climbed into a void where all there was was this sensation, just this moment in time.
    ‘Kate,’ he gasped, and his hips rose again. He felt moisture in his eyes, which he screwed closed.
    He could feel her tender ministrations and he didn’t want them to stop—but finally his body was beating itsblessed relief. He had never been in a place like it—a still, silent place, where there was just her tongue and her lips and her breath and an endless night that was now only a little way from dawn.
    He didn’t know this place that was devoid of demand, of reciprocal rights—this unfamiliar place where he opened his eyes and looked at his generous bedfellow without resentment, of one with whom he actually still wanted to share a bed.
    He pulled her up beside him, liked the curves and the flesh that he tangled into, liked the scent of her hair and the weight of her breast on his chest.
    The right word had often evaded him these past months, and he did the usual search, trawled through his mind’s thesaurus in a brain that had gone over its download limit. The search too slow; the answer when it came was surely wrong.
    Calm.
    He’d never known it or felt it, but even as he disputed it, even as he tried to come up with another word, it remained in his mind as sleep finally invaded and claimed him.

Chapter Five
    S HE awoke to a bed that was, apart from her, empty. She waited for the tsunami of shame to sweep in, waited for regret, for remorse to arrive. But instead Kate just lay for a quiet moment, blinking as she realised those feelings were absent.
    There wasn’t a minute of last night that she regretted.
    Oh, she did momentarily consider a full-face tattoo to hide her blushes when she faced him on Monday, but even as she climbed out of bed still regret was absent, still she considered that last night was very possibly the most wonderful of her life.
    Kate pulled on her dressing gown, splashed her face with water, and on autopilot brushed her teeth.
    She had three rental properties to look at this morning, plenty to get on with today, and she would do everything in her power not to think about Aleksi till later tonight, when she could quietly sit and go over the