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    “Lisa, I have to stop.” His hoarseness surprised him.
    Her eyes snapped open. It must have surprised her, too. “Why?”
    She wanted it all laid out for her, just as she lay on her bed, laid out for him. No, not that. He wished. “You must know I want you, Lisa. But you’re exhausted; you can’t tell me you don’t need to rest.”
    She gave a tiny shake of her head, her hair sliding around her shoulders. “I’m tired, sure, but I’m keyed up. I won’t sleep if you leave me alone.” He watched her lift one slender hand and held it out to him in an unmistakable gesture of invitation. “Lie down with me. Let’s see where this takes us.”
    He stared at her, stunned before he thought to enter the forefront of her mind and read her emotions. She meant it. She wanted him, as he wanted her. Not pity, and not as a convenient way to get to sleep.
    He didn’t intrude any further but bent to undo the laces on his shoes. The gesture of acceptance seemed to ease some of the tension in the room, tension coming from their shared need. For each other, for contact, for simple comfort.
    Not all of it on her side.
    Michael slid onto the bed. She moved into his arms as if she’d been there before, many times, not just once this morning.
    His first kiss was a greeting, closed mouth and sweet, savoring the texture of her lips, smooth and silky under his. He drew back.
    “Lipstick.”
    “Sorry. I probably look pretty awful.”
    He touched her nose with the tip of one finger. “I wouldn’t say that.” He bent to kiss her again. This time he pressed her lips open with his own and she let him in.
    Smooth, hot and wet. He touched her tongue, felt hers slide around his and explore.
    Control became almost impossible. Opening his mouth wider, he plunged in. If she’d withdrawn, shown any hesitation, he would have gentled his caresses but she was as eager as he.
    When he felt her fingers undoing his shirt buttons, his excitement increased tenfold. He ordered himself to calm down, take it easy. She wanted comfort and company.
    But the bitch about being telepathic meant other people leaked their emotions. He felt them all the time and constantly wished they could be trained to keep their feelings to themselves. Not this time.
    She poured out desire, even need, so much he longed to tell her to take care, not to show him all this, because he didn’t know if he could control himself.
    When she arched up to him, he felt her hands on his bare chest, caressing his nipples, tweaking them, and he couldn’t stop. Not that he wanted to.
    Lifting up, he looked down to where she touched him and then smiled. “You’re ahead of me.” He slid the button on her blouse open but stopped when she twitched nervously. “What is it? Is there anything wrong?”
    She huffed. “Let me up.”
    His heart sinking, he leaned to one side and watched as she sat up. She gave him a wry smile. “No, not that.” Glancing down, she began to undo the buttons herself. “Continuity.”
    He rolled on to his back, laughter taking him. “I forgot. You only brought one?”
    “Yes. I brought another outfit to do the intros in, and I have two of those, but we’ve started to shoot, so I’ll have to keep these reasonable.” She chuckled, joining in with his amusement. “I could send them to the laundry, but it’s probably closed.” She slipped the blouse off her shoulders and his laughter died. She shot a look back at him, over her shoulder and caught his expression and she stopped laughing, too.
    He saw her swallow before stepping across the room to the closet and pulling out a hanger, which shook a little. Good. This encounter made him nervous, too. He desired her more than he could remember wanting any woman before, and if it went wrong somehow, he didn’t think he could live with himself.
    When she unzipped her pants and slid them down her legs, it was his turn to swallow. She kept her back to him while she draped the pants carefully over the crossbar