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myself. Tonight we’ll have a lifetime together.”
    Her words, spoken with that sexy, girl-woman voice of hers, were his undoing. All thoughts of refusing the kiss she offered slipped away in a haze of hunger. Even before the door had closed behind them, they were in each other’s arms, their mouths searching, tasting, devouring.
    He reached down to slip his hand under her shirt but she stopped him.
    “Not so fast”, she whispered provocatively. “I want you to undo the buttons, one by one.”
    Like a school boy with his first romance, Mac’s hands trembled as he followed her instructions. This was her game and he would play it by her rules. But damn, she was driving him crazy!
    Finally, after what seemed forever, the last button was loose. Slowly, almost reverently , he opened the shirt. His heart stopped beating for a millisecond, then began a rapid pounding in his chest. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.
    “You’re not wearing a bra.” H e nearly choked on the words.
    “I didn’t want it to get in the way,” Cassie whispered as she arched her back. Tipping her head back, her lips parted in anticipation as Mac proceeded to do justice to the gift she offered.
    A shaft of moonlight from the undraped window illuminated Mac’s face as he lowered Cassie to the couch. She gazed in wonder at the features she had come to love. The light, certainly her own special gift from the Goddess, stripped Mac’s features of their usual cynical expression. In this moment of perfect clarity, she saw past the hardened persona he exhibited to the rest of the world and found herself gazing into eyes filled with tenderness.
    Her lips parted as he came to her, capturing her waiting mouth in a searing kiss. Oh, yes. She had waited so long to feel their hardness soften against her lips. She welcomed the plunge of his tongue, winding hers with his, tasting him, savoring his very essence.
    With seeming magic she stripped away his shirt. Eager hands slipped over his body, tracing sinewy muscles, tangling in the mat of hair that formed a near perfect triangle on his chest.
    She gasped with delight as his hands found their way under her loose cotton skirt to the inside of her thighs. She purred her pleasure as he performed his own brand of magic on the tender flesh. Instinctively, she opened herself to him, inviting him to become one with her.
    The last remnants of clothing were tossed aside with utter disregard. Their need to see, to feel, to taste, had become their only reality.
    Suckl ing at first one delicious pink- tipped nipple and then the other, Mac’s hands explored the wondrous gift of her body. Starting at her rib cage, they slowly, deliberately , crept lower, past her waist, lingered delightfully at her abdomen, and finally found their goal. She felt his heart race as his fingers explored the hot, moist treasure.
    “Please, I can’t stand it if you make me wait another minute,” Cassie gasped.
    “Me either,” Mac sighed as he lifted himself over her, plunging himself deep within her. A shudder swept over him as, for the first time in his entire life, he felt he was where he truly belonged.
     

Chapter 5
     
    “What the hell?”
    Mac jumped from the bed, his heart pounding a wild staccato. He stood there for a moment, trying to get his bearings. He was in a bedroom he’d never seen before, naked as the day he was born.
    Just as the recollection of the previous night began to register in his fogged brain, a loud pounding at the front door once again echoed through-out the small house.
    “What’s wrong?” Cassie sat up, clutching a rumpled sheet in front of her.
    “I don’t know. Stay where you are,” he ordered in a tone that suggested he expected to be obeyed.
    He spied his jeans laying in a heap on the living room floor. Before he could reach them the pounding began on the door again, accompanied by the sound of several male voices demanding entrance. He quickly pulled on his jeans and was