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sent. I cringed with self-recrimination every
time I thought of all the things I’d said. Even though I couldn’t remember the
precise words, I sure never forgot the spirit of it.”
    “It was pretty, well, graphic,” she agreed. “Filled with
words designed to keep a wall forever between us.”
    “Until now, it seems.” As he spoke, he eased back and sat
up, then rummaged among his pile of clothes until he found the letter again.
“Let’s face it. I admit I’d forgotten just how graphically I’d presented my
plans.”
    “Eloquent, in fact.”
    “Yeah, there’s no accounting for what a man will say when
he’s so deep in lust he can’t think straight. Clearly, I was writing with my
cock.”
    “Nice imagery. Did the ink—?”
    “Still the little smartass.”
    Holding it between thumb and forefinger, he now trailed the
folded edge of paper across her breasts, then down her stomach, her abdomen,
her pubic hair, and caught her clit with it, teasing and scraping.
    She jerked in electric reaction. How many orgasms could a
girl stand in one night?
    “Seems to me from the condition of this paper you’ve read it
more than a couple or three times. Like maybe a hundred?”
    “Maybe,” she conceded.
    A thousand times.
    The edge of the paper trailing along the rims of her already
raw and well-used labia produced the inevitable effect of getting her libido
going again. That and his closeness and his nakedness and his intent look.
    “Uh-huh. And just maybe you get a kick out of reading it
over and over again at night, alone in your bed, fantasizing about me, all the
things I never did to you? That I might do to you.”
    Not only at night, not only in bed. And not only alone.
    “Read it to me,” she whispered.
    “I don’t think so.” His voice held no uncertainty. He ceased
his stimulating activity.
    “Just once?” She sat up and put a coaxing hand on his lower
abdomen. “I’d like to hear you express all those tantalizing, mind-bendingly
explicit illicit actions you promised to carry out on my innocent, helpless,
vulnerable body—”
    “I already did half of them.” He swallowed hard. “And
they weren’t promises, Calloway. They were threats.”
    He looked at her, then slowly unfolded the letter in the
shadows out of the firelight.
    “My Dear Tara,
    I had to go away, for reasons I can’t explain, and it
tears me apart to—”
    “That’s not what you—” But his sharp glance silenced her and
she gasped. “Go on…”
    “…to leave you, just when you offered me the gift of my
heart’s desire. The chance to have you all to myself, to peel back the layers
of clothes and convention and inhibitions and fear of consequences, and just
stand before you, both of us naked and honest and open, willing to give
ourselves to each other.”
    Tara forced a calming breath and let the beautiful,
unfamiliar words flow into her bloodstream, circulating and warming her.
    “Go on,” she repeated.
    “I swear, Tara, if ever I have the joy of seeing you
again, there’s nothing that will stop me from seeking to take you, expose you
to my long-starved gaze, absorb you and possess you, explore every particle of
you, inside and out…”
    Possess her. Explore her. The images shimmered in a whole new
light as he spoke them. The glitter in his eyes in the dark said he knew every
thought going on in her head.
    “…worship your body with mine and everything that’s in
me. Become part of you, penetrate your body and your soul…”
    He delivered each word with deep, meaningful inflection, as
though savoring each image, each intention. God, she nearly came again just
from his words. And his voice, sincere but rough and determined. To say nothing
of the fire in his eyes.
    He took a long slow breath and continued.
    “I’ll make love to you so sweet and true and thorough, so
completely, you’ll never again in your life want anyone but me.”
    She couldn’t say a word.
    He held the letter above the fire and let it drop. It