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you my t-shirt.”
    “I, um…thank you.” She pulled the comforter
tighter, anchoring it with her arms. “My sweater was a little worse
for wear.”
    John’s hand tightened on the silverware in
his hands and his lips thinned. “If you ever do something that
stupid again, Katie Lenard, I will put you over my knee and spank
you until you can’t sit for a week.”
    Kate bit her lip, surprised at the violence
in his expression. “It wasn’t something I planned.”
    “Dammit, Katie, just promise me you won’t put
yourself in danger like that again.”
    “I won’t,” she whispered, her heart beating
faster at his evident concern.
    He let out a deep breath. “Good. Cause I’d
hate to have to feed you my prize bull.” He held out another bite
of steak, laughing softly at her horrified expression.
    “Don’t worry, sweetheart, Big Ben is safe.
Barely.”
    He took a drink of water then held the glass
out to her, not bothering with the second glass. She shivered at
the intimate gesture.
    “But if he’d harmed one hair on your head, we would be eating him right now.”
    “John!” She almost choked on the small
sip.
    He laid down the utensils, staring at her
intently. “I was never so frightened in my life, kitty-cat.”
    “I–” What had he just called her?
    She’d never had a nickname in her entire
life. At least not any sexy or cute ones. “I…you think I’m like a
cat?” She set the water glass on the tray, her eyes never leaving
his face.
    Cats were sleek, fast…haughty.
    “That’s what you are,” he whispered, the
sudden fire in his eyes scorching her. “A kitten begging to be
stroked.”
    He set the food aside carefully and rose from
the chair to sit on the side of the bed. His hot gaze caressed her
skin, skimming along her body as if he could see beneath the
comforter and shirt to her puckered flesh. She responded to his
blatant look, her blood heating, pumping madly through her wildly
beating heart.
    Too soon, too soon, her inner voice
shouted.
    But she wasn’t listening as John leaned
toward her.
    “Kiss me, Katie-cat.”
    She stared at his mobile lips with hunger,
her woman’s body responding to his request even as her rational
mind asked why a man like him, wealthy beyond belief, charming and
sexy as sin, would look at an overly abundant woman like herself.
He could have any Barbie-sized woman he wanted.
    “John…”
    “Shhh,” he whispered as if sensing her need
to protest. His arm curled around her, moving her down until she
was flat on the bed and pulling the comforter out of the way. She
didn’t protest as he bent to kiss her. She couldn’t. She wanted
this too badly. She hadn’t been this hungry for the food.
    When his tongue parted her lips, thrusting
inside, she gave herself over to the moment. It was one that might
never happen again.
    Where she was inexperienced, his movements
were strong and sure. He was demanding, dominant, feeding her
desire while fueling her need. She moaned, aching to be closer.
She’d never felt like this before. As if she was exactly where she
needed to be.
    Katie felt like she’d come home.
    She wanted to tell him how she felt, but all
she could do was whimper as his lips continued their delightful
assault.
    “It’s okay, baby,” he groaned, his touch
turned urgent as she pressed into him. She heard his breathing
change as his lean fingers traced lightly down her chin and across
her throat. They lingered lightly over the hard tips of her breasts
before skimming over the soft mound of her belly where his
wandering hand found its way beneath the hem of her shirt. Slowly,
he drew the cotton garment up, baring her rounded stomach, then
higher, revealing the lacy cut of her bra. The simple cotton
material pressed the impressive mounds together, and for once she
was glad of her size. She lay naked before him, bare from the waist
up except for her plain white bra. She wished she’d had the nerve
to wear the black satin underwear hidden in the corner