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legs and stroked her swollen clit once. She sighed. “Now what am I doing?”
    “You’re sliding your jeans off?”
    “Are you guessing? That could get you into trouble.”
    She giggled. “You’re just standing there, watching me.” He gave her one steady stroke and she moaned.
    “Good. Now what?”
    “You’re moving toward the bed. You’re leaning over and—oh!”
    “Say it. Say what I’m doing to you.”
    “You’re…licking my…clit…” She finished her sentence with an unintelligible sound. Her body arched at his intimate touch and he tasted her unique essence on his tongue. “Now?” He slid two fingers inside her and she moaned the words in a breathless tumble.
    Her whole body seemed to pulse around him and she whimpered as her orgasm hit hard, raising her hips and pushing herself against his hand.
    Eric held her, his hand tight against her mons, enjoying the feel of her sex contracting around his fingers, drawing him in. A simple touch and she belonged to him. He reveled in the power he held over her, enjoying her pleasure as much as his own.
    “My God…” she panted when her trembling limbs finally relaxed.
    “That was unreal.”
    He smiled as he withdrew from her. “It’s like you’re ready to come all the time.”
    She laughed tremulously. “Only with you…honest.” Her breath caught on the last word and Eric raised his gaze to her face. Her sultry smile faded. Her lips parted and, unbidden, her eyes fluttered open.
    “Make love to me, Eric. Please.”
     
    Lauren’s whole body felt like liquid fire. She sighed and curled her body around Eric’s as he lowered himself into the vee of her open thighs.
    He stretched his now naked body over hers, covering her with his warmth. While his hands explored her body, he kissed her until she lost herself in the sensation of his tongue laving hers.
    She’d loved his game, his masterful tone and the giddy fear of what he might do to her while her eyes were closed. She would have played all night, let him tease her to orgasm again and again, but her own words hit her and made her suddenly aware that this wasn’t a game.
    Only with you.
    She’d never felt as free or as sexy as she did with Eric. Was it because she knew him so well and trusted him to care about her feelings and her needs? She’d dated plenty of men, a few of whom she thought she loved, but none she’d ever trusted as much, or felt so certain with.
    Though she’d spent the day wondering how to deal with their sudden intimacy, she’d never actually been afraid Eric wouldn’t call her, that he wouldn’t want to see her again. Deep down, she’d never really doubted her friendship with Eric could survive a night of passion.
    One question tickled the back of her mind now, as he claimed her, his body taut above her: Would this ever be anything more? She took him in and let him love her, and long after he fell asleep with his arms wrapped around her, she whispered the words, “I love you.”

Chapter Eight
    “Something’s different about you,” Clarice said when she cornered Eric at the air hockey table on Sunday. The frenetic atmosphere of Mr.
    Mouse’s Pizzeria flowed around them like white water rapids as they faced off over the game.
    “What makes you say that?” Eric’s gaze automatically sought Lauren, who was happily passing out ice cream cake to a dozen kindergarteners.
    Jeremy’s birthday party guests flocked around her like eager moths to a flame and she looked like she was loving it.
    Clarice blocked Eric’s first shot with a vengeance and the blue plastic puck sailed into his goal. “You’ve lost your arm. And you seem distracted.”
    “I’m not.” He retrieved the puck and lined up his next shot. This time he managed three returns before Clarice made a point.
    She jerked her thumb in the direction of the birthday cake frenzy.
    “Did you and Lauren have a fight?”
    “No! I mean, no. Of course not. What makes you think that?”
    Clarice tucked a strand