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cupped his hands around her shoulders. The feel of her, her softness and her scent, went to his head like hundred-proof whiskey. His mind was reeling; his body, already taut with arousal, hardened to a level of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
    He wasn't sure if he'd turned her around or if she had done so herself. Now, however, she was facing him, her

    body touching his, the warm thrust of her breasts against his chest, her thighs brushing his. He couldn't see her, but he could touch her and smell her perfume, a sultry scent that stirred him deeply. He could hear the soft quick breaths she took and knew that she was as aroused as he was.
    "You're my dream girl," he whispered. His lips brushed the top of her head. Her hair was silky and smooth and smelled and felt wonderful. "I mean, my dream woman," Matt corrected himself, chuckling softly.
    "Very good, you remembered," Kay la said with a light little laugh of her own. It was natural and easy and right for her to nestle closer to him. She felt so emotionally attuned to him, that being physically close to him was a necessary and natural extension of this mystical meeting of their minds.
    "But I'm not a dream," she added softly. "I'm as real as you are." As real as the trembhng in her limbs and the searing, liquid heat deep in the most secret part of her. Needs and emotions that she'd long kept locked up inside her came burgeoning to life.
    As if of their own volition, her arms twined around his neck, pressing her even closer to him. It seemed impossible to remain still in his embrace and she squirmed and wriggled sensuously against him. Matt moaned and gripped her bottom, lifting her higher and harder against him.
    She was clinging to him, her head spinning, as he whispered incoherent words of love, sexy words of passion, into her ear. The dark seductive intimacy was intensely potent, yet that same odd aura of unreality that she'd experienced earlier once again enveloped her.
    "Maybe this a dream," Kayla mused bewilderedly. "But how can we both be having the same dream? Or are we? Am I dreaming this or are you?" The concept seemed imponderable. "You must be in my dream because if I were in yours, I—"

    '*I just know that I want you desperately," Matt interrupted, his voice soft and low and urgent against her ear. He was beyond esoteric discussions. Both thinking and talking required powers of concentration that he did not possess at the moment. His body had taken over; he was aching for her, his forceful need obliterating all else. '*I don't care if you're real or a dream," he breathed. ''Let me have you, sweetheart."
    Kayla felt his lips close around the sensitive lobe of her ear, felt the exquisitely light bite of his teeth. His body was hard against her, his rousing male need unmistakable. She clasped him to her, arching into him.
    '*Yes, darling," she heard herself say in a hungry, sexy voice she had never heard herself use. She'd never called a man darling before, either, but it came naturally tonight. Matt was her darling, the man she had been waiting for all these years. She'd known it from the moment she had gazed into those gorgeous blue eyes of his, and everything that was happening between them now confirmed her initial instincts.
    Matt's mouth took hers in a deep, wild kiss that grew progressively deeper and wilder. His tongue penetrated the sweet moist cavern of her mouth, probing and stroking and claiming it in a possessive display of pure male mastery. Kayla responded ardently, making claims of her own, as passion built and grew within her.
    Unable to stop himself. Matt sHpped his hand inside her jacket and covered her breast with his palm. Even through the silky layers of her blouse and lingerie, he could feel the tight, aroused nipple. His fingers traced the shape of it and sensuously, lightly tweaked it.
    Kayla felt a spasm of fire sear her. A breathy little moan escaped from her throat. Her hands trembling, she pulled off her suit jacket, then