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throat was against his mouth. Nuzzling closer, he brushed his lips over velvet skin. She tasted as good as she smelled. He ached and hurt in places but right now this felt just fine.
    There was cloth between him and her but warm fullness underneath it that he could touch.
    The lovely feel of a woman’s breast, nice and full, filled his hand nearly completely and very sweetly – and he had big hands.
    Gently massaging, kneading, stroking, he simply enjoyed the feel of it, the texture and weight, as the nipple grew taut beneath his palm.
    That was nice, that was very nice.
    He slid his hand down to her waist, up over the curve of her hip to the smooth skin over the muscle of her thigh. That felt good, too, silky. He slid his hand up beneath the fabric to the juncture of thigh and hip, to real silk and what lay beneath it.
    She sighed with pleasure in her sleep and shifted a little beneath his hand to give him access.
    He was hard and getting harder, awakening slowly. Not that he wanted to wake up, not now. Not really. There was no hurry. Not right now.
    God, she felt good.
    It was a dream, a sweet dream.
    Ariel yielded to gentle hands that caressed her as no one had in years.
    Warmth gathered, heat tugged and pooled low in her belly. A pleasant, familiar ache grew between her thighs. She shifted, sighing at the memory of a time when someone had touched her this way, had loved her… Old grief moved through her and a yearning, a longing, for what had been, for what was, for the comfort of it.
    Such a sweet dream. She didn’t want it to end. She didn’t want to open her eyes to find that was all it was, just a dream. Not yet. Not again.
    Barely awake, Matt rubbed his cheek against the yielding fullness of that breast and felt the nipple tighten beneath the cloth. He pressed his mouth over it and heard a gasp as the warmth of his breath penetrated the thin cotton. His fingers found dampness beneath the silk. Then he slid them beneath the silk. Between her thighs. Hot and wet. Oh, that was nice.
    Stroking delicately, he teased the petal-like tissues, the warm, slippery, moist cleft there.
    A soft moan escaped her, then a deeper one as he slid a finger into her hot, tight depths. She closed around it. That was nice. She was so hot, so tight, as he slid his finger more deeply inside her. Beneath the thin cloth her nipple was taut. She quivered, her hips pumped, the slick muscles within her tightening as he stroked his finger inside her.
    He was so hard. He wanted to slide himself into that hot, tight wetness, feel it tighten around him.
    Matt opened his eyes to look into startled blue ones and froze.
    Vaguely he remembered a fight, this woman, a two-by-four and their desperate escape. Memories crowded.
    It hadn’t been a dream.
    Still half asleep, her body on fire, Ariel stared into eyes as clear as green glass with incomprehension.
    Heat moved through her, shockingly intense.
    It had been so long since someone had touched her. It was crazy but she knew that even though she didn’t know him, didn’t know his name, didn’t know anything about him, she needed this, needed him now that he was here. She needed this touch, this pent-up yearning released.
    She wanted it desperately.
    It had been so long since anyone had touched her this way. There was a sweet deep ache inside her, a need to be filled. She hung on the precipice, on the very edge of satisfaction. She’d denied herself for so long and his hands were so gentle. The desire was so strong her eyes stung and she was terrified she would cry. More terrified by the shock in his eyes.
    “Please, don’t stop,” she whispered before she could stop herself.
    Those green eyes focused on her.
    Matt stared.
    He’d been about to, to be honest, even though she felt so good. He’d gone so far. He was so hard and she was so hot, so tight, the slick muscles within her clenching as her body opened to his touch. He wanted her badly. It had been a while since he’d made love to a