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his grew harsh, and then his touch gentled. They drew apart a little. The first surge of passion gradually slowed as they both sought to prolong their sweet, warm night.
    “Zach?”
    “Hmm?” He shifted her on top of him, loving her slight weight and supple limbs, the husky breathlessness in her voice, the way those soft eyes suddenly lowered in impossible shyness.
    “I love you, Mr. Monroe.” Her heart felt full. Singing. Earlier worries hadn’t disappeared; they didn’t need to. Just being with Zach reminded her that they’d already handled their share of problems together, and would again. Moving, the farm, their money crisis…but Zach was always there.
    Just as he was there now, vibrantly alive beneath her, warm and in control. He was very good at taking control. His delightfully lazy hand was languidly sifting through her hair as if he would be content to play sensual lover all night. The lower part of his body delivered other messages.
    Her finger traced the line of his jaw and then subtly applied pressure so that he turned his head. She raised up a little. Her fingers brushed aside his thick hair, and then slowly her forefinger drew a line around the shell of his ear. Zach tensed beneath her. As she leaned up just a little further, the tips of her breasts grazed his chest and her tongue slipped inside the auricle of his ear.
    Zach twisted his head convulsively. “You’ve been reading dirty magazines,” he whispered.
    “I have not.” He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes were full of laughter. She shook her head. “You will lie back and enjoy this,” she said with mock severity. “You’re supposed to like it. The male of the species is supposed to go stark raving mad when his ear is…um…”
    “Tickled to death?” While he had a moment’s advantage, he claimed both her hands and twisted to pin her body beneath him.
    She savored the weight of him for a moment. That control of his was slipping; she could feel it in the increased tension in his legs, could see it in his eyes. “Now, it’s possible I don’t have the technique down to perfection.”
    “You have all the techniques down to perfection,” he assured her. To hide his smile, he nuzzled his lips against her shoulder, his hand stroking down her side to the silken curve of her hip. The urge to make leisurely love to her all night was quickly deteriorating into the need to take her. Very soon. “So what else have you been reading?”
    “Nothing.” Fascinated, she watched the moon shoot silver into his hair, and reached out to touch it. His hair naturally curved around her fingers and she imagined moonbeams in the touch of him, delighted at the whimsical thought. “You used to read that kind of thing in college, you know,” she pointed out absently.
    “Dirty magazines? One or two. Until I met you, and realized all those women were lumpy.” Firm, callused fingers ran down her sides, then closed on her bottom, cupping the soft flesh, kneading it as he leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “Now, what else?” he murmured. “Don’t tell me you stopped reading when you came to ears.”
    She squirmed. He held her fast. “Zach, we’ve been married awhile,” Bett said uncomfortably. “I don’t want you to get bored. A lot of times I really don’t see how anyone without a master’s degree in acrobatics can do any of that stuff. I mean, who needs a perpetual charley horse?” Her eyes met his, suddenly serious. “But that’s not to say… Zach, I don’t want you ever, ever to think that if you want to try something…” Her breath caught in her throat again. “I just want to be sure you know that. That I will at least try. Anything you want…”
    He’d stopped smiling. His blue eyes had turned dark, liquid, intense. “That goes two ways, little one. We will always try anything you want. But as for any fear of my being bored with you…”
    Zach leaned over her, his lips first rubbing hers lightly, then homing in as he drew her