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chestnut waves.  I move against him in aching demand, feeling his hardness against my urging softness, and wanting him inside me without delay.
    My body is boiling and I don’t want to come before he’s inside me. Later, we’ll take each other with leisure, but this yearning I feel is too greedy for play right now. His lips move from my breasts. His thumbs gently stroke my nipples as his kiss roams downward to my navel, his tongue swirling the acutely receptive flesh there. My muscles below clench and Bobby moans, moving downward, always downward in his kisses.
    “I love the way you feel against my fingers and my lips,” he whispers, knowing exactly how to tease, tempt and get me to beg. “I love the way you taste.”
    I arch upward on the pillow. “Then taste me Bobby and get in me fast.”
    His laughter vibrates against my lower abdomen. “Not a chance. I’m taking my time with you. Having you my way.”
    With lips and hands he lowers to that spot desperate for release. A light blow against me. A kiss near and not there. My flesh is burning, I am throbbing and ready for him. I want to jerk up and force him to that part of me aching for him. I hold myself back letting him guide me there. This time I’m going to let Bobby take me his way…
     
    Something pulls me from sleep—a cell phone?—and I slowly give myself over to waking when all I want to do is snuggle deeper into the sheets and sleep. Every part of my body is limp and sated for the first time in two years.
    Bobby’s way was slow, glorious, torturous, and magnificent. I’ve always been the more eager and aggressive one, and Bobby’s preference for slow savoring of the senses used to make me secretly wonder if his leisurely self-control meant he wasn’t really turned on by me.
    How paranoid and insecure I used to be at times. I always wanted a frenzied rush to orgasm as confirmation that he was totally into me. If the guy fucked me hard and fast it meant he couldn’t contain his desire for me.
    Boy, did I get that one wrong.  His unhurried, sensual play is more potent and erotic, more deeply connecting than anything I’ve ever known with Bobby. The man made a symphony out of making love to me. All of my senses have been blissfully fed and I am consumed by my love for him in a peaceful intensity that is so very right.
    I pull a little more out of grogginess and realize that Bobby is talking on the phone. I open my eyes. The bedroom is dark, it’s night, and the light is on in the adjoining bathroom. I check the clock. Two a.m.
    I pick up my panties and his shirt from the floor, pull them onto me, and I’m just about to go into the bathroom to see what’s up with that middle of the night call when Bobby steps into the bedroom.
    My eyes round. The call has ended and he’s dressed. Ok, what’s up with that? He crosses to me and plants a fast but fevered kiss on my lips.
    He smiles. “I’m sorry that I woke you. I need to go out for a while. I shouldn’t be long.”
    I sit down on the bed as Bobby sinks into a chair and begins to pull on a pair of hiking boots.
    I frown. “Where are you going?”
    He doesn’t look up and continues to lace. “It’s no big deal. Just something I’ve got to do.”
    I tense. Why isn’t he just telling me? He’s purposely not being specific and I don’t like that, not one bit. Bobby never withheld anything when we were together before.
    “You’re not going to tell me where you’re going?” I ask, beating off the rising temper and suspicion hopefully to a point where he can’t hear it in my voice.
    “No, not telling you.” He stands up and reaches into the closet for a jacket. He pulls it on, then turns to lock his gorgeous green eyes on me. “You either trust me or you don’t, Kaley. That part of us I’m not doing again.”
    My face heats with a burn. “I hardly think wanting to know why you are leaving me at two a.m. is a trust issue between us.”
    “It’s not. I’ve always trusted you. It’s