A Woman's Touch

he groaned and hugged her close.

    „I want to do it right. I want to show you,“ Kyle said huskily as he unpinned her hair. He caught the dark brown mass in his fingers.
    Rebecca smiled tremulously. „You always do it right. It’s never been anything but right with you.“ And that was the truth, she thought.
    „Oh, Becky,“ he rasped. „My sweet, soft, sexy Becky. You make me crazy.“
    He undressed her quickly, his hands moving over her fire-warmed skin. When the last of her clothing lay in a small heap at her feet, Kyle grazed his thumb over one breast. When the nipple grew taut, he smiled with satisfaction and leaned down to kiss it.
    „Kyle.“ His name was a throaty catch of her breath. Rebecca closed her eyes and slid her hands inside his shirt.
    The tight, muscled strength of him was as alluring as ever.
    He let her push his shirt off and moved her fingers lower. He hadn’t bothered to fasten the metal snap on his jeans.
    When she began to fumble with the zipper he caught her fingers. „You’re trembling.“ He seemed pleased with this small show of the depths of her response.
    „I know. I can’t help it.“
    „I’m glad. Do you know what it does to me?“
    „What?“
    „Find out for yourself, although you ought to know by now.“ He guided her fingers back to his zipper and helped her ease it down. Then he pushed her hand inside his briefs. „Oh, baby,“ he muttered as she cupped him intimately.
    „Baby.“
    He was hot and heavy and aroused. He filled her fingers, straining against her. When Rebecca stroked him lightly, he groaned in response and pushed his hips against her, urging her to caress him more firmly.
    Then he impatiently kicked away the jeans and briefs. In the firelight he looked very primitve and very male.
    His hands slid warmly down her back to her buttocks. He squeezed slowly, fingers flexing in the soft flesh until she was shivering.
    When she sighed his name against his chest, Kyle eased her down onto the rug in front of the fire. She opened her eyes to find him leaning over her, gazing down at her with a glittering passion that took away her breath.
    „Kyle?“
    „Did you really think you could just walk away from me?“ He trapped one of her legs beneath his heavy thigh and kissed her thoroughly. His tongue penetrated deep for a long moment, reasserting his claim to her warmth. „Did you think I’d let you go after what we’ve found together?“
    Rebecca had no answer for that. She wrapped her arms around him, accepting the force of the physical attraction that existed between them and accepting, too, the power of her own love.
    Kyle responded instantly to the silent, feminine summons. He parted her thighs and lowered himself between them.
    „Wrap yourself around me,“ he urged thickly. „Hold me tight, baby.“
    She obeyed, aware of his throbbing maleness at the entrance to her softness. When she twisted her legs around his waist, he muttered encouragement and began to push himself into her.
    Rebecca moaned softly as Kyle filled her. She tightened around him, pulling him deeper into her body. Then he began to move with slow, deliberate strokes that inflamed her senses. He knew her so well already, she realized. He knew exactly how to send her into the heart of the whirlwind.
    Within seconds she ached for him. Within minutes she couldn’t get enough of him. Her nails sank into his back, her hips lifted demandingly and her cries were soft, imperious commands that seemed to inflame Kyle.
    „Touch me,“ she begged.
    „How?“
    „You know how,“ she said quickly. „The way you always do.“
    „I’ve forgotten.“
    „Kyle!“
    „Show me how you want it.“
    „Please, Kyle. Now. Touch me now.“
    „I’ll do whatever you want, baby. You know that. All you have to do is show me how you want it.“ He gave her his hand.
    He was teasing her, and she was in no mood for it. She was on fire. She caught his fingers and guided them awkwardly down between their bodies. „There,“ she said breathlessly. „Touch me there. The way you always do.“
    „Like this?“ His fingers danced across her intimately, and Rebecca thought she would fly apart.
    „Yes.“ She arched furiously against him. „Again.“
    „Such a demanding little cat.“ But he repeated the tantalizing movement until she was crying out his name in shuddering ecstasy.
    Kyle lost his own self-control at that point.
    „Becky.“ He drove into her one last time, plunging himself to the hilt of