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own clothing until the last garment was kicked aside.
    Rebecca stared up at him, excitement washing over her as she took in the sight of him. Kyle’s body was lean and hard, tapering from broad shoulders to narrow hips and muscular thighs. A thick nest of dark hair framed his heavy, aroused manhood.
    „You’re magnificent,“ she said, lifting one hand to touch his thigh.
    „So are you. Becky, honey, we’re going to be just right for each other. You’ll see.“ He came down beside her and leaned over her, trapping her between his braced arms. „Touch me,“ he ordered softly. „Go ahead. Touch me. I’ve been driving myself crazy wondering how your hands would feel on me.“
    She slowly traced an intimate path with her fingertips. Her questing palms slipped down over his chest to his waist and around to the bunched muscles of his back. Rebecca stirred and moved closer to him as she became familiar with the shape and size of him.
    „You feel good,“ she said with growing delight.
    His laugh was harsh with a desire that was barely held in check. „I feel like I’m going to explode.“ He bent his head and kissed the valley between her breasts. „Keep going. I want your hands on me everywhere.“
    She knew what he was asking for, but a part of her hesitated. She’d been dreaming of this for two months but suddenly things seemed to be moving too quickly. „Kyle?“
    „Everywhere.“ He captured one of her trailing hands and drew it down to his pulsing manhood. „Oh, yeah, baby.“
    His western drawl was suddenly more pronounced. It gave his voice a dark, sexy sound that was as exciting as his touch. „That’s what I want. Just like that. Please.“
    She stroked him gently, her uncertainty giving way to a thrilling excitement as she felt him respond to her. He was large and wholly male, a creature built for taking what he wanted in life. But tonight he was hers to command. He would never hurt her. But she knew he would take everything she chose to give. And she wanted to give him everything.
    „That’s enough,“ Kyle said suddenly. His hand closed around her wrist, and he pulled her fingers away from their intimate exploration. „Any more of that right now, and I won’t last another minute.“
    Rebecca laughed up at him with silent satisfaction, glorying in her ability to make him respond so strongly to her.
    Her confidence was growing by leaps and bounds now. „If I’m not allowed to touch you, how are we going to pass the time?“
    „I’ve got a few ideas on the subject.“ He stroked his hand along the length of her, his palm sweeping over her breasts and down to the rounded softness of her thighs. „Open your legs for me, Becky. It’s my turn to touch you.“
    She obeyed slowly, her sense of vulnerability increasing again. But her need to experience the full range of his lovemaking was overpowering. She turned her head into his chest and gasped as he slid his fingers into her warmth.
    „You’re ready for me, aren’t you? Tell me you want me.“
    „I want you.“
    „You’re so soft and responsive,“ he marveled. „So warm and wet.“
    She twisted sensually as he probed intimately. Her eyes squeezed shut against the wave of sensation that swept through her. Her fingers tightened on his arms as she clung to him. Her legs tangled with his and she instinctively moved her foot caressingly along his bare calf.
    Kyle’s reaction to her soft, seductive movements was even more violent than her own response to him. Within minutes they were both breathing quickly, grasping each other, arching, writhing, offering, pleading.
    „Ah, sweetheart, I can’t take any more of this,“ Kyle grated. „I planned to make this first time last all night, but that was one hell of a stupid idea. I can see that now. I need you too much. I’ve waited so long. I can’t wait any longer.“ He leaned across her, fumbling with the drawer of the table that stood beside the bed. He grabbed a small foil packet and ripped