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  There was an actual tremor in his voice, and in tune with it, my heart quivered. “You wouldn’t,” I said softly, shaken by his fear.

  “I’m not thrilled with any of this shit. I’m not.”

  I was beginning to see that. I just didn’t know what to do about it, or about another, new revelation I had. “Truth or dare?” I whispered.

  “What? Rach—”

  “Pick one.”

  He sighed. “Truth.”

  “Okay, here’s my truth. I really like the Kel you are, right here, right now. So much that that scares me more than anything that’s happened to us so far.”

  Chapter 16

  H e stared at me for a long beat, then turned away. “I’m different here.”

  “Kel, you have the same heart.” I put my hands on his arms and tried to turn him back to face me. I say tried because the guy dug in his heels and was nearly impossible to budge. Only when I made a sound of frustration did he allow me to turn him. “I want you,” I whispered. “You, Kel.”

  His baby blues met mine, and I let him see everything I was feeling. With a groan, he dropped his forehead to mine, his broad shoulders eclipsing the light so that it was just him and me and nothing else.

  His hands came up and gripped my waist, not pulling me in, but not pushing me away either. His eyes were stubborn, but softening, as he just looked at me.

  “This thing between us is temporary,” he said, in the old refrain.

  “How do you know?”

  “Your own motto, Rach. Nothing good lasts forever. Remember?”

  I stared at him. “I remember,” I whispered, wishing I didn’t, wishing that I’d never believed such a thing. But I did…“I want this to be different. God, I wish this could be different. Just this one thing.”

  He closed his eyes, then opened them again. “Don’t you dare regret this,” he said fiercely, his hands already gliding down my back, cupping my butt, pulling me close so that I could feel his reaction, at which it was impossible to hold back my sigh of pleasure.

  “Love that sound,” he murmured, and lifted his head, noting the desk behind him. Turning me, he used his body to press me back against it, those eyes darkening with things that made my belly quiver.

  Other things quivered, too, and I bit my lower lip. “Are we going to…”

  “Up.” Then he lifted me, plopping me down on the desk.

  I could tell myself he was the same guy I’d always known, the slightly goofy, always sweet, unfailingly steady Kellan, but the evidence told me otherwise. The old Kel wasn’t this bold, this daring, this sexually sure of himself.

  And God help me, I liked this bold, daring, sexually-sure-of himself Kel.

  Very much.

  In fact, I could hardly breathe, I liked him so much.

  “Here, Kel?”

  Reaching around me, he swiped a hand across the surface of the desk, knocking the telephone, files and paperwork all to the floor in one motion, then looked at me, silent, letting me draw my own conclusion.

  Oh. My. “Okay, here,” I said shakily.

  He pulled off one of my tennis shoes, tossed it over my shoulder.

  “Hurry,” I whispered.

  His eyes cut to mine as he gave the other shoe the same treatment.

  “So you like it when I completely lose it?”

  I liked it so much, I couldn’t speak. I think I managed a nod.

  “Yeah? Then try this.” Putting a hand on each of my thighs, he nudged them open, then stepped between so that I couldn’t close them.

  He’d turned into every badass I’d ever fantasized about. “Um. Kel? Now?”

  He pulled off my sweatshirt.

  I couldn’t breathe. “Are you going to say anything at all?”

  “Now.”

  The air stuck in my throat, and a shiver of thrill raced down my spine, as I gripped the desk on either side of my hips for dear life.

  Kel reached for the hem of my camisole. “Arms,” he said in a gruff whisper.

  I lifted my hands up and felt my breasts spring free as he pulled off the shirt. His gaze was still holding mine, but then he let it drop, drinking in his fill of me with a sigh of pleasure so real, so deep, that I felt the answering tug in my womb.

  His fingers went to the waistband of my pj bottoms.

  “Um,” I said, momentarily sidetracked by the thought of being bare-ass naked to his fully clothed self, but he didn’t give me much time to dwell on this, because he slowly but firmly began to tugg my pj bottoms down over my hips.

  “Um—”

  “You already said that.”

  Another tug had the pj’s to my thighs.

  Then to my knees…

  I was wearing a smiley-face thong with lace trim that made him go utterly still for a beat.

  “Oh man,” he groaned, and abandoned my pj’s, dangling off one ankle, to trace a finger over the lace. “You take my breath. Every single time.”

  “There’s been only one time.”

  “Every single time I look at you.”

  I stared down at his bent head, a little stunned by this revelation. “Kel—”

  But he surged up and kissed me, long and wet and deep, and that, combined with his questing finger, drained any thoughts right out of my head.

  Then he dropped to his knees, scraped my thong to one side and leaned in and put his mouth on me.

  Oh. My. God. I fell back against the desk, gripping the wood at my sides like an anchor, as he took me on a rocking ride that left me unable to control my senses. Lights burst behind my eyeballs, my blood rushed through my veins, roaring in my ears, so that I couldn’t hear a damn thing. I think I probably cried out, maybe even screamed his name, but I didn’t have enough self-awareness left to be embarrassed. All I could do was ride it out, wave after wave, only to have him bring me up yet again, and again…

  Finally I came back to myself, only to hear what sounded like Frankenstein gulping air in and out of a set of taxed lungs. “Someone’s breathing loud,” I whispered.

  “That’s you.”

  I opened my eyes. Kellan was leaning over me, a hand on either side of my head, bracing his weight off me.

  He’d just given me the most amazing oral sex of my life, and I think, given the way his eyes glittered, he probably knew it.

  And the crazy breathing? It was me. Damn, how mortifying. But the more I tried to control it, the more ragged it sounded. “Sorry.” I tried to sit up, but he held me down.

  “Don’t be sorry. I like knowing I can do that to you.”

  I ran my gaze down his body, stopping at the unmistakable bulge behind his button fly. “Tell me you have a condom.”

  With a sheepish smile that said he wasn’t all Superman all the time, a fact that possibly endeared him to me all the more, he pulled one out of his pocket. “It’s one of yours.”

  “You were hoping—”

  “More like praying.”

  I laughed, and realized that was a first—laughing with a man I wanted so badly, I was shaking for him. I took the condom out of his hand and tore the packet open.

  He opened his jeans.

  I slipped my hands inside.

  He hissed out a breath.

  “Good?” I murmured, melting all over again.

  “Cold,” he muttered. “Christ, your fingers are ice.”

  “Baby.”

  He hissed again, but since I could feel him growing, swelling, even more, I didn’t worry. In fact, I grinned. “You still want me.”

  “Go figure.”

  Watching him put on the condom, his jaw tight enough to be jumping, the tendons in his neck standing out in bold relief, his arms and shoulders tense, was an experience I’ll never forget. I pushed up his shirt for the sheer pleasure of watching his abs contract beneath my fingers, and had barely pulled the material over his head when he eased himself into me.

  The pure gratification of the connection stunned us both into immobility. I could feel him, thick and pulsing inside me, could