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this perfect. I didn’t want to know how delicious you wouldfeel in my hands.” He closed his eyes, his sensitive fingertips caressing and kneading her silky softness in erotic braille.
    It was too much. Kelly felt as if each gentle stroking touch were leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Those strong, graceful hands were arousing her to a wild need that she had never known before. Her entire body was responding to that teasing manipulation as if she were a puppet and he were pulling the strings. His maddening fingers rubbed gently at a button-hard nipple, and a shudder of pure desire shook her.
    He looked down at her in quick concern. His aquamarine eyes were almost glazed with need as they gazed down at the engorged result of his love play. “You’re cold. Let me warm you,” he said thickly. His hands left her for a moment to quickly unzip his jacket and unbutton his shirt. Then she was gathered securely against his hair-roughened chest.
    Cold? She’d never been less cold in her life, she thought feverishly. Her temperature continued to climb as he began to undulate her body lazily against his own, the dark hair of his chestprickling and teasing her breasts until her breath was coming in little gasps and her hands were digging desperately into his shoulders as if to hold on before she was swept away in the wake of this hot whirlpool of sensation.
    “Ah, you like that,” Nick murmured. “So do I, love. You’re like soft, warm velvet except for those lovely little nipples. They’re like crisp taffeta.” He drew a deep, shuddering breath. “They’re driving me absolutely insane.”
    And what did he think he was doing to her? she thought wildly. She was experiencing a hot, throbbing ache in her loins, and she felt dizzy and weak. The touch of his warm hardness was almost as painful as the thought of doing without it.
    “Nick,” she gasped, her lips burying themselves in the hollow between his shoulder and his throat. “Nick, I can’t stand this.”
    “Neither can I.” He groaned. “I’ve got to have more of you, Kelly. I want to see all of you and touch every inch of you. I feel as if I could devour you and still never satisfy my hunger.”
    With one swift movement, he shifted her offhis lap so that she was lying on the floor of the small gondola. He was beside her immediately, lying facing her, his arms wrapped loosely around her while he covered her face and throat with swift kisses.
    “This is crazy.” Kelly moaned, even as her small hands ran lovingly up the powerfully sculptured muscles of his chest to slide around his shoulders and caress his neck. “It’s all happening too fast, Nick.”
    His hands were busy unfastening her belt, and he looked up and grinned. “If I don’t get you out of these clothes, it may not be fast enough,” he said ruefully. “Lord, I’m wild for you, Kelly.” He had managed to unfasten the zipper on her jeans, and one warm hand slid beneath the material to caress the softness of her belly. “Velvet again,” he said thickly. Then as his hand wandered farther, “And my lovely golden fleece.”
    Kelly inhaled sharply and opened her lips to utter a weak protest, but his lips were covering hers again, and she forgot what she was going to say. Then his skillful hands were on her breasts once more, and his lips moved down to caressthe sensitive nipples. He began teasing them with the tip of his tongue. Her body jerked and then arched as if she had been stroked with electricity.
    Nick gave her flushed, dreamy face a keen, appraising glance. “Your breasts are so beautifully responsive,” he said hoarsely. “I’ll remember that, sweetheart. I want to make you just as wild as you’re driving me.” He lowered his head and pulled gently with his teeth at one engorged nipple.
    What did he want to do to her? she thought desperately. She was already going out of her mind with the sensations that he was creating in every nerve of her body. She was shaking, and she felt so