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reached blindly for his. It was so dark in the room, the blackness lending a surrealistic ele-

    ment to what seemed to be a combination of a fantasy and a dreamy fulfillment of a long-anticipated destiny.
    They tugged and pulled at their own clothes, at each other's, discarding garments at a furious clip, pausing for hotly intimate kisses and caresses that grew bolder and more demanding with every stroke.
    And then they were lying down. Somehow, despite the lack of hght and their unfamiliarity with the room, they had moved instinctively to the bed. Kay la was vaguely aware that she was naked, that Matt was naked, too. The rough material of the bedspread felt sensuously abrasive against her bare skin, another stimulant to her already overloaded senses.
    "I want to look at you, I want to see you," Matt breathed with a harsh moan, but he couldn't for the life of him roll away from her to find the light that surely must be here somewhere. ''Next time," he promised, his mouth opening over her parted Ups once again.
    Next time. Yes, there would be many, many of those, Kay la thought dizzily. She didn't know if her eyes were op)en or closed it was so dark, but it didn't matter anyway. She was far too absorbed in feeling his satisfying masculine weight upon her, crushing her deliciously into the mattress, making her feel small and soft and feminine.
    His big hands unerringly found her breasts, warm and full and exquisitely soft. He fondled them and massaged them tenderly, tactilely learning their size and shape. "Tell me what you like," he murmured.
    He wanted to pleasure her; he loved hearing her moan and sigh as he touched her with his lips, with his fingers. She was so responsive, so excitingly uninhibited, and he reveled in her open sexual honesty as much as she savored his own unreserved responses to her.
    "It feels so good." Kayla sighed softly. "Everything you do to me. Matt. When you kiss me, when you touch me."

    She shivered as streaks of sexual tension, of arousal and excitement, rocketed through her.
    They kissed again and again, searing intimate kisses that previewed and simulated what was to come, her intensity matching his, their desire surging wildly.
    The wiry mat of hair on his chest tickled her breasts, making them so ultrasensitive Kayla cried aloud when his mouth closed, hot and wet, over one beaded nipple. Clutching his head with her hands, she rolled her head back and forth against the mattress, chanting his name.
    Matt suckled her with his lips while his hands glided over the supple sleekness of her skin. He was excruciatingly aware of every sensual detail about her—the breathy little cries she made, the feel of her soft abdomen against his own hair-roughened skin, the touch of her small hands trailing over him, petting him, loving him.
    Kayla felt a ferocious need burning in her as her body opened to his enticing male heat, like the moist petals of a flower unfurling in the sun. Her whole body quivered as his hand stroked her thighs, up and down, back and forth, until finally moving to the vulnerable softness between. Kayla gasped as he touched her intimately, caressing her with his fingers that were provocative and bold yet so very gentle and knowing.
    She felt the hard, hot thrust of his manhood against her and was achingly aware of a deep empty void inside her, an ache that she knew only he—full and pulsing and male-could truly fill. ''Now, Matt!" she pleaded. ''Love me now."
    "Yes baby," he gasped, his voice slurred with passion. He surged into her as she lifted her hips to accept him, eager and ready for him.
    Panting, her moans echoing his, Kayla wrapped herself around him, drawing him in deeper and deeper and holding him tightly to her, inside and out.

    The combination of her impassioned response and exciting feminine aggression drove him wild. Matt couldn't hold back a moment longer. He began thrusting into her in a frenzied sensual rhythm that she met and matched. It was fast and hard and hot,