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kissed； soft； then harder； his lips； his tongue； his mouth working at mine。 I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him kissed him long and hard。 When I drew back； breathless； I found that he'd rolled his lower body over and lay on his back； nude。 He laughed at the expression on my face and pulled me down towards him。 I lost that forty points of intelligence and all my reasoning skills as he undid my robe and I ran my hands down the long line of his body。
I had just enough self…possession left to say； 〃Not here。 We've got an audience in the living room。〃
His hand slid under the green satin of the camisole； curving around to my back； pulling me against him。 〃There's no place in the house that they won't hear us； smell us。〃
I pulled back from him before he could kiss me。 〃Gee； Richard； that makes me feel a lot better。〃
He propped himself up on one arm； staring down at me。 〃We can go into the bedroom if you want； but we won't be fooling anybody。〃
I didn't like that； and it must have shown on my face； because Richard drew his hand out from under my top； and said； 〃Do you want to stop？〃
We hadn't really gotten started； but I knew what he meant。 I looked into the solid brown of his eyes； traced the edge of his jaw with my gaze； the fullness of his lips； the curve of his throat； the spread of his shoulders； the way his hair fell around him； catching the early morning light； bringing out shades of gold and copper in his hair； the swell of his chest； his nipples already dark and hard； the flat line of his stomach with that thin； dark line of hair that went from his belly button to 。。。 the skin was darker； richer； you could almost smell the blood that pumped him full and hard。 He looked ripe； like he was something full to bursting with life。 I wanted to touch him； to squeeze； oh so delicately。 I lay on the floor with my hands at my sides； my pulse beating in my throat； and said； 〃No； I don't want to stop。〃 My voice was almost a whisper。
His eyes filled with that dark heat that spills into a man's face when he's almost a hundred percent sure of what's about to happen。 His voice was deeper； that low note that most men's voices get when the excitement runs deep。 〃Here； or the bedroom？〃
I tore my gaze away from him to look at the open doorway to the living room。 There was no door to close。 I needed more privacy than this。 Even if they could hear us； even smell us in the bedroom； at least they wouldn't be able to see us。 Maybe it was only an illusion of delicacy； but sometimes illusion is all you've got。
I looked back at him。 〃Bedroom。〃
〃Good choice；〃 he said； and got to his knees； taking my hand； so that when he got to his feet； he half…pulled me to mine。 The movement startled me； and I fell against him。 The height difference was enough that it put my hand on his hip and so very close to other things。 It embarrassed me how very much I wanted to touch him； hold him。 I started to pull away； because I was so close to losing all decorum and groping him right there in the kitchen。 I wasn't entirely sure that if I grabbed him we'd make it to the bedroom。 I wanted that door between us and everyone else。
He put his arms around my waist and lifted me off my feet； until our faces were even and I didn't know what to do with my legs。 If I'd been sure we wouldn't be using the kitchen table I'd have wrapped my legs around his waist； but I didn't trust either of us that far。 He put his arms under my butt； so that my head was slightly above his； and I rested in his arms almost like I was in a swing。 I could still feel him pressed hard and firm against my body； but it had a certain decorum to it that straddling his waist lacked。 He started walking for the door； carrying me； his eyes so intent on my face that he almost tripped on a chair。 It made me laugh； until his eyes came back to meet mine； and I saw the need in those dark eyes。 That one look robbed me of speech； and all I could do was stare into his eyes as he carried me into the bedroom。
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THE BEDROOM WAS empty when he kicked the door shut behind us。 I didn't know if the living room was empty or not。 I couldn't remember anything but Richard's eyes from the kitchen to the bedroom。 Every room might have been empty； for all I'd seen。
We kissed just inside the door； my hands were full of the rich thickness or his hair； the firm warmth of his neck。 I explored his face with my hands； my mouth； tasted； teased； caressed； just his face。
He drew back from my mouth enough to say； 〃If I don't sit down； I'm going to fall down。 My knees are weak。〃
I laughed； full…throated； and said； 〃Then put me down。〃
He half…walked； half…staggered to the bed； laying me on it； going to his knees beside it。 He was laughing as he crawled onto the bed beside me。 He lay beside me； his knees hanging over the side of the bed； though since he was tall enough for his feet to actually touch the floor when he lay like that； maybe hanging wasn't the right word。 We lay beside each other on the bed； laughing softly； not touching。
We turned our heads to look at each other at the same moment。 His eyes sparkled with the laughter； his whole face almost shining with it。 I reached out and traced the lines of laughter around his mouth。 The laughter began to fade as soon as I touched him； his eyes filling up with something darker； more serious； but no less precious。 He rolled onto his side。 The movement put my hand along the side of his face。 He rubbed his face into my hand； eyes closed； lips half parted。
I rolled onto my stomach； and moved towards him； my hand still on his face。 He opened his eyes； watching me crawl towards him。 I propped myself up on hands and knees and watched his eyes as I leaned in towards his mouth。 There was eagerness there； but there was also something else； something fragile。 Did my eyes mirror that look； half…eager； half…fearful； wanting； afraid to want； needing； and afraid to need？
My mouth hovered over his； our lips touching； delicate as butterflies blown by a warm summer wind； touching； not touching； sliding along each other； gliding away。 His hand grabbed the back of my neck； forced my mouth to press against his； hard； firm。 He used his tongue and lips to force my mouth open。 I opened to him； and we took turns exploring each other's mouths。 He came to his knees； hand still pressed to the back of my neck； our mouths still locked together。 He drew back； crawling backwards to the head of the bed； leaving me kneeling alone in the center of the bed。 He reached under the covers； drew out pillows； propped himself up； watching me。 There was something almost decadent about him naked； propped up； watching me。
I knelt looking back at him； having a little trouble focusing； thinking。 I finally managed to say； 〃What's wrong？〃
〃Nothing；〃 he said； voice deep； lower than normal。 It wasn't the growl of his beast； it was a peculiarly male sound。 〃I want to run my beast through you； Anita。〃
For a split second； I thought it was a euphemism； then I realized he meant exactly what he'd said。 〃Richard； I don't know。〃
〃I know you don't like otherworldly stuff during sex； but Anita 。。。 〃 he settled into the pillows in a strange smoothing motion that somehow reminded me