blood run like a river in flood, Kate.”
She was lost in his dark eyes, in the gentleness of his deep voice. Her fingers lingered inside his shirt, liking the feel of his muscular body, remembering suddenly and vividly the way he looked that night long ago with Jessica.
He seemed to read the thoughts in her mind. Abruptly he caught her hands and slid them under the shirt to lie against the broad, hard chest. Her fingers trembled on the hair-rough skin.
“I've never touched…anyone like this,” she whispered, awed by the new longings surging through her body, making her tremble in his big arms. “I never wanted to, until now.”
His lips brushed against her forehead, his breath warm and a little unsteady, while her curious fingers explored the powerful muscles.
She raised her eyes to Blake's. “I…Blake, I feel…”
His fingers pressed gently against her lips. “Kiss me,” he whispered. “Don't think, don't talk. Just kiss me.” His lips teased hers delicately, softly, causing a surge of hunger that dragged a moan from her tight throat.
She went on tiptoe to help him, to tempt him, her lips parting under the lazy pressure of his mouth as he began to deepen the kiss. She felt his hands caressing her back, moving surely around to her ribcage. But, this time, she didn't catch his wrists.
His thumbs edged out to trace the gentle slope of her high, firm breasts and she stiffened instinctively at the unfamiliar touch.
“It's all right,” he whispered at her lips. “Don't pull away from me.”
Her eyes opened, wide and curious and a little frightened. “It's…new,” she whispered.
“Being touched?” he asked quietly. “Or being touched by me?”
“Both,” she admitted.
His fingers moved higher, and he watched her face while they found the hard peaks and traced them tenderly, just before his hands swallowed the velvet softness and pressed against it with warm, sensuous motions.
“How does it feel, Kate?” he asked in a deep, honeyed tone. “Is it good?”
Her nails dug into his chest involuntarily as the magic worked on her, and she moaned softly.
“I shouldn't…let you,” she whispered.
“No, you shouldn't,” he agreed, moving closer. “Tell me to stop, Kate,” he whispered. “Tell me you hate it.”
“I…wish I could,” she whispered. His mouth was on her closed eyelids, her nose, her high cheekbones, while his hands made wild shivers of sensation wash over her bare skin.
His mouth bit at hers tenderly in a succession of teasing kisses that made her want to cry out. “God, you're sweet,” he whispered huskily. “As soft as a whisper where I touch you.”
Her fingers tangled in the mat of hair over his strong chest. “I…dreamed about how it would be with you,” she whispered shakily. “Ever since that night I saw you with Jessica, I've wondered…”
“I know,” he whispered back, “I saw it in your eyes. That was what wrung me out so, Kate, because I wondered, too. But you were so damned young…”
She drew a deep, unsteady breath, lifting her body higher against his deft, sure hands. “Blake…?” she moaned.
“What do you want?” His dark eyes burned into hers. “There's nothing you can't ask me, don't you know that? What do you want, Kate?”
Her body ached with the newness of wanting and she didn't know how to put into words what she needed. It had never been like this, never!
“I don't know how to say it,” she admitted in a breathless whisper. “Blake…please…”
He bent, lifting her in his big arms without a word, and carried her to the cushioned seat that ringed the gazebo. Then he came down beside her with something in his hard, dark face that was faintly shocking after all the years of banter and camaraderie and deep affection. She was just beginning to see Blake as a lover, and the effect it was having on her defied description. She looked up at him with all her confusion in her green eyes, and in her flushed, expectant face.
“I won't
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