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need in him.
    She put her arms around his neck and kissed his throat, silently giving him her answer.
    „This is going to be so good. So right.“ Kyle picked her up and carried her down the hall to his bedroom.
    Rebecca felt the fierce determination surging in him and wondered at it. There were so many things she wanted to know in that moment, so many questions she wanted to ask. But there was no time. Kyle’s urgent desire came first.
    She understood that because her own need was threatening to consume her. Two months of hovering on the brink of passion, eight weeks of feasting on silent fantasies were taking their toll.
    Time enough to talk later, Rebecca told herself as Kyle carefully lowered her to her feet beside the wide bed in the darkened bedroom. She looked up at him.
    „I love you,“ she whispered.
    „Oh, Becky, honey,“ he muttered thickly. „My sweet, loyal, Becky. How did I ever get along without you?“
    He covered her mouth with his own, caught her hands and guided them to the first of his shirt buttons. Her fingers shook a little as she obediently went to work to unfasten the garment. She felt his hands on the zipper of her dress.
    A moment later the silk slithered softly off her shoulders and down over her hips. The dress fell in soft waves at her feet. She stepped out of her shoes, feeling intensely vulnerable. Kyle bent his head to look down at her. His eyes gleamed in the darkness.
    „Tonight when I looked at you across that roomful of people, all I could think about was what you would look like without that dress on.“
    She saw the controlled hunger in his eyes and knew he was not disappointed. She relaxed and stepped closer, sliding her palms inside his shirt. „I suppose this is as good a time as any to tell you that I’ve been doing a little fantasizing of my own these past few weeks.“ His skin was warm, and there was a crisp mat of curling hair on his chest.
    Kyle chuckled huskily. „Tell me about your fantasies and I’ll tell you about mine,“ he urged as he began to undo the fastening of her bra.
    Rebecca felt the warmth in her cheeks. „I can’t tell you about them. Not yet.“
    „Shy? I had a hunch you would be at this stage. But that’s all right. You can tell me everything later after you’ve had a chance to get used to my touch. In the meantime, I’ll tell you what I’ve been thinking about all evening.“
    „Kyle?“ She was suddenly breathless as the silky scrap of her bra fell away.
    „One of the things I fantasized about was holding you like this,“ Kyle said softly. He cupped her gently curving breasts in his hands and ran his thumbs lightly over her nipples. „I wanted to feel your response to me. I wanted to see how full and tight you would get.“
    „Oh, Kyle,“ she moaned, closing her eyes and leaning into him. Her breasts became unbearably sensitive, her nipples taut and aching.
    „You’re so perfect,“ he whispered into her hair. „I knew it would be like this.“ His palms grazed her nipples again and she whimpered softly. „Am I hurting you?“ he asked.
    „No.“ She shook her head quickly. „No, it’s just that I feel so sensitive, I can hardly stand it.“
    He smiled with a satisfaction he made no attempt to conceal. „Then I’ll have to find another way to touch you there.“ His hands closed around her waist and he lifted her up against him.
    Rebecca cried out as she felt his tongue on the throbbing peaks of her breasts. Her fingers locked onto his shoulders and her head tipped back.
    „That’s it, baby. You’re beautiful. You’re going to drive me out of my mind. That's right, sweetheart. Talk to me with those soft little sounds. Let me know how much you need me.“ Kyle’s voice was dark and encouraging, full of praise and wonder as she trembled in his grasp.
    He lowered her onto the turned-back bed, stripping off her panty hose and the small triangle of her panties in one smooth movement. Then he stood up, yanking roughly at his