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touched, chest to
chest. Her face was mere inches from his and she could taste his
breath on her lips as she stared at him. Arousal was swift and
stunning in its force.
    He trailed his fingers down her cheek to the
side of her throat and down to the opening of her shirt. There he
traced a random pattern that sped up her already wildly beating
heart. He pinned her hips to him and thrust upward, the swell of
his body hard beneath her thighs.
    “John.”
    “Feel what you do to me, Katie.” He kept her
pinned to his body as he moved. Her body pressed back
involuntarily.
    Her body seemed to dissolve into him. Never
had a man made her want so much. She could feel the heat radiating
from him, engulfing her in its flames. She made a desperate sound
in the back of her throat and shivered as the sensations washed
over her. “I feel so…,” she whispered.
    “Tell me, baby.” The words went into Katie’s
mouth as John kissed her like the hungry man that he was. He cupped
the back of her head, holding her still as he ravished the mouth
that belonged to him. He groaned as she squirmed against his
aroused body.
    “What’s wrong, little Katie-cat?” he groaned
against her parted lips. He knew what was wrong. He knew what she
needed. She was his little shy kitten, but she was telling him
everything with her movements. He knew more about women and sex
than he cared to admit some days. She kissed him more with
enthusiasm than experience and it turned him into a hot ball of
need. He knew what she wanted and from now on, he intended to be
the man that met her every need.
    He shifted her in his arms until her head lay
on his right shoulder, her dark hair cascading over his arm. She
looked sexy and wild. She looked like a woman who’d needed to be
loved. His hand pushed her knees apart, giving him access to her
body. “I’ll make it better, sweetheart.”
    “John.” Kate gave a token protest.
    He knew she wanted him. Was she stubborn
enough to deny them both? He smiled but his hand kept moving up the
soft fabric that covered her thigh. The waistband of her pajama
pants was drawn tight with a ribbon. He untied it slowly, enjoying
every sensation. God, she was so soft. Her stomach wasn’t flat or
model perfect. It held a roundness that called to everything male
inside him. He trailed his fingers down her middle until he reached
her hidden treasures. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll
stop.”
    “I can’t.” Her legs fell slightly open,
giving him unspoken permission to continue.
    John’s hands roamed over her slowly,
reverently. He loved a woman with curves. Katie was soft and
feminine the way a woman should be. And she felt like home.
Something he’d missed for the last twelve years. His grandfather
had told him he’d been born with an old soul, but lately he’d
started feeling the weight of the years, of the responsibility. He
wanted someone to share his life. Someone to love.
    And Katie Lenard was that woman. Most of his
acquaintances would think him an absolute idiot for falling under a
woman’s spell so quickly. But John had always been an instinctive
person who usually made the right decision the first time. He’d
known from the beginning that Katie Lenard would be his forever.
He’d just fought it. And he’d done such a good job he’d driven her
away.
    Now he had to convince her she belonged to
him. Always.
    He bit her lower lip gently then soothed it
with his tongue as he eased his fingers under the waistband of her
bottoms.
    “No, no, we can’t do this again.” She pushed
against his shoulders.
    Slowly it seemed to get through to him that
she was saying no. He withdrew his hand and leaned back. “You
wanted me Katie.” His breath was harsh and ragged. “You still do,
damn you.”
    “I don’t.” She shook her head. Seeing the
anger in his face she relented. “You’re right. I do, but that’s not
all I want. Please let me up.”
    He still had a grip on her shoulders, holding
her to him. He let