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"What's wrong? Can't you tell me?"
     
    His look was naked in its sincerity. "Do you
love me, Claire?"
     
    She sat back in her chair. "Of course I do.
You know I do. Haven't I always?"
     
    Malcolm's face dropped into his hands and he
sobbed. Alarmed because she had no idea what she'd done to so upset
him, Claire got up and put her arms around him. His shoulders
heaved. His tears wet the thin cotton of her T-shirt. His face
worked against her throat. She held him as tightly as she could,
not knowing what had caused his pain, but wanting to take it
away.
     
    "Tell me what's wrong? Please?"
     
    He only gripped her more fiercely. Claire
smoothed his hair and pressed her cheek to the top of his head.
"Whatever it is, it'll be okay."
     
    That made him lift his head. His gray eyes
were now rimmed with red. He looked haggard. The scruff of his
beard showed glints of silver, and Claire had to blink to be
certain her eyes weren't deceiving her. Surely those stray strands
must be blond?
     
    "I love you." She touched her finger to his
lips. "It'll be all right."
     
    Then, because she didn't know what else to
do, she kissed him. He met her lips with an urgency that unnerved
her at first, but as his tongue quested inside her mouth, Claire's
anxiety vanished. Malcolm's mouth on hers felt too delicious. She
was swept up again in her love for him. In her lust for him. She'd
never loved anyone more in her life, or wanted another man so much.
His smile, his touch, the sound of his voice was enough to have her
wet and ready. Now she discovered his tears could have the same
affect.
     
    Claire moved around in front of him until she
could sit on his lap. She put her hands on either side of his head
as she kissed him. Her fingers played in his soft, sand-colored
curls. Delicately, she traced the rims of his ears, down to the
soft lobes and the cool metal of the tiny gold hoop he wore in one
of them. She passed her fingers down his jaw to his chin, beneath
their kisses, then further down the smooth passage of his throat to
his collarbone. She slipped her hands inside the open collar of his
shirt then up again, to the back of his neck. All the while,
kissing.
     
    She was lost inside his kisses. She had
always been lost there. No one in her life had ever made her as
happy or as furious as Malcolm had, but no matter how angry she had
ever been, his kisses took it all away.
     
    Angry? How could she ever have been angry
with him? What could he have done that was so bad? The thoughts
moved through her mind like lazy clouds drifting in a summer sky.
She wasn't angry with him. She had never been angry with him.
     
    His cock grew against the front of his
trousers. Claire pressed herself against the bulge, the heat.
Sparkles of desire built in her. Malcolm's hands came around to cup
her ass and pull her closer against him.
     
    The chair creaked and wobbled as they ground
against each other, dry humping. She left his mouth to allow him
access to her throat, where he nibbled and suckled and licked until
she thought she might go insane with wanting him.
     
    "Put your mouth on me." She stripped off her
shirt with one quick motion and lifted her bare breasts to him.
     
    Malcolm mouthed her nipples and suckled
gently on one of them. Claire moaned. His breath was hot on her
skin. She rocked her pelvis forward and back against his erection
while he flicked her tender nipples with his tongue.
     
    She wore no panties beneath her sleep pants.
The soft flannel tugged and rubbed on her aching bud, adding to the
already torturous pleasure she was giving herself from Malcolm's
pants-enclosed cock. The pressure was good, but it wasn't enough.
She wanted his tongue there instead.
     
    Claire lifted herself from his lap and sat up
on the table. Malcolm's tears had stopped. Now his eyes had grown
bright with desire. She wanted very badly to see his smile.
     
    He stood and helped her tug off the sleep
pants and, without being asked, went back between her legs to