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flattened on the tight muscles of his stomach as he pressed against her, feeling them clench, tauten in anticipation.
    “You have one now,” he whispered, his hands going to her hips, his fingers testing the flesh there. “Or at least, you will have if you don’t shake yourself to death first.”
    He was almost smiling at her. His full lips were tilted in a sort of half grin, his expression was patient, if a bit amused. He was so handsome he took her breath.
    “I didn’t expect you to still be interested,” she said a bit desperately, staring up at him, wondering at the sudden flare of intensity in his eyes. “You’re very much out of my league, Brock. Then and now.”
    “There’s a class system, then?” he asked her gently as his head lowered, his lips smoothing over her jaw line as her breath caught in her throat.
    “Just for you and your brothers,” she gasped weakly. His lips were warm, his breath moist and caressing as a hand framed her face, tilting it so he could stroke his lips under her jaw. His soft laughter raced through her blood stream, pooling between her thighs as the muscles clenched in arousal. She couldn’t believe Brock August was touching her. That his mouth was sipping at her skin as though he found the taste of her pleasant.
    Quiet, unassuming Sarah Tate had drawn the interest of this man, for this night, once again. She could barely comprehend it. But he was definitely here, holding her, one hand caressing her hip above the light cotton of her sun dress, the other holding her neck lightly as he tilted her head so he could experiment with the soft skin beneath her jaw.
    She was shivering with the pleasure. She couldn’t contain her gasps, her little whimpers of delight as his tongue reached out and stroked her skin. She couldn’t stop her hips from lifting against him when he pressed his jean-covered erection against the softness of her lower belly. She couldn’t stop her strangled cry when his lips finally covered hers heatedly.
    He took her mouth as though he needed her taste to survive. His lips moved over hers, his tongue stroking past them, tangling with hers as he groaned against them. Sarah’s hands rose to his shoulders, her nails bit into the soft shirt he wore as she pressed her breasts desperately against his chest. His kiss was addicting, the taste of his lips, his tongue like a dark, seductive liquor.
    His body, hard and carefully controlled, moved against hers. The muscles were tense, his hands moving her. His kiss overpowered, washed over her with darting shafts of electric sizzles throughout her body. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She wanted to relish each moment of it. Every touch, every kiss. Oh God, was he groaning like that because her touch pleased him?
    She stroked her fingers over the side of his neck again, gasping as he bent his knees and drove his hips against the vee of her thighs, his moan dark. Dangerous. Like an Lora Leigh
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    animal anticipating the coming meal. The sound exhilarated her, made her bolder, more confident. She had spent too many years in a sexual void. Mark’s infidelities had ruled out sex with him. His claim that she was frigid, that her body did nothing to excite him, had left her too unsure to seek another lover. Until now. Until the dreams and the need and the sexual cravings had pushed her further than her fragile control could bear. Brock’s lips moved from hers and swept over her jaw again. He asked for nothing. He took, he stroked over her, claiming her, stealing any resistance she may have thought to have. She angled her head, desperate to taste the tanned flesh of his neck as his mouth ate at her skin. Her tongue stroked and he stilled, a shudder wracking his body.
    “I’m sorry.” She drew back, suddenly frightened. Why had he stopped? What had she done wrong?
    “Sorry?” He was breathing roughly as stared at her. “Why are you sorry? Damn, Sarah-love, why did you stop?”
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