Perfect Partners

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    “Oh, God, yes.” Letty grasped his bare shoulders, pulling him on top of her. “Please, Joel. I can’t stand it anymore.”
    “I don’t think I can, either. Look at me, Letty.”
    Her eyes were glowing with a sweet, hot fire as she watched his face. He reached down and slid his finger into her, testing her readiness one last time. She arched her hips in instant response.
    “Joel, I mean it. I can’t stand any more torture. Do it.” Her nails bit into his shoulders.
    At any other time, Joel realized he probably would have laughed in delight at her insistence. But he was too fiercely aroused himself to allow for humor. He had to have her. Now.
    Joel surged into Letty’s tight warmth, and it was everything he remembered, only infinitely better because she started to climax the moment he entered her.
    It was too much. The soft contractions of Letty’s body sent Joel over the edge. He heard her call his name, heard his own hoarse shout of satisfaction, and then collapsed on top of her.
    He had never realized how good it could be until he met Letty.
    A long while later he felt Letty stirring beneath him. Joel raised his head and looked down at her. He smiled at the smug contentment on her face.
    “You okay?” he asked softly.
    Her fingertips traveled in a clever little path over his shoulders and down his arms. She stretched languidly. “I’m okay.”
    Joel realized he had been hoping for a bit more of a response than that. So much for the old ego.
    “Yeah. Well, good,” he said. “I’m real glad it was
okay
for you.”
    She giggled and pushed at his shoulders. Joel obligingly rolled to one side and then onto his back. Letty came down on his chest, eyes glittering.
    “You crazy man. You know perfectly well that was an absolutely fantastic experience. Joel, I feel so free.”
    “Yeah?” He enjoyed the feeling of her breasts pillowed on his chest. “You didn’t feel free before?”
    “Not like this. I feel as if the real me has been trapped somewhere deep inside myself for years.” She kissed him soundly. “How do you do it?”
    He grinned. “I don’t do it. You do.”
    “I wasn’t able to do it before you.”
    He touched her full mouth with his fingertips. “You just didn’t have the right kind of mentor before now.”
    Instead of laughing or poking him in the ribs as he had expected, Letty turned unexpectedly serious. “You know something? You may be right.”
    “Hey, that was a joke, damn it.” He caught her head between his hands and forced her to focus directly on his eyes. “Don’t go getting the idea it’ll work like this with just any man now.”
    “It won’t?” She gave him a look of innocent inquiry.
    “No,” Joel said with grave authority. “In fact, I can assure you that without my personal touch, it won’t work at all.”
    “You’re sure of that?”
    “One hundred percent positive.”
    “Hmm.”
    “Letty?”
    “Yes, Joel?”
    “Stop wriggling. I’m exhausted and I need time to recover.”
    That got her attention. “How much time?”
    “Why? You in a hurry?”
    She slithered around a bit. “I think so. Yes. I’d like to run a little experiment.”
    He grinned up at her. “Let me guess. You want to be on top, right?”
    “Uh-huh.” She levered herself up into a sitting position and squeezed him with the insides of her thighs. “You just lie back and recover while I try a few things.”
    Joel groaned as he felt the beginnings of his own response. It was not possible, he thought. Not so soon. But he could hardly argue with the evidence. Letty smiled with ancient feminine wisdom as he began to stir beneath her. Then she bent her head to brush her mouth lightly across his.
    “You know something, Letty?”
    “What?”
    “Your father doesn’t understand you at all.”
    She raised her head, eyes curious. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “Nothing. Never mind. Forget it. Kiss me, boss.”
    No, Joel thought, Morgan Thornquist did not have a clue to what made Letty tick. The lady was as emotional and passionate as hell.

    “It isn’t going to work, you know.” Joel slathered real butter on the last of the biscuits Letty had made for breakfast. He popped the morsel into his mouth and chewed with obvious pleasure.
    “What isn’t going to work?” Letty stacked dishes in the sink. She was still adjusting to the novelty of having a man present at breakfast. Philip had never stayed the entire night. It occurred to her that the intimacy of her