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us can recognize we dothat--that our perceptions aren't necessarily reality--but he wouldn't bemotivated to do that, clearly, in trying to protect himself from beingconvicted and from a death penalty."

"You didn't come all the wayhere just to tell me that." She closed up a case of equipment with a snap.

His lips curved. "No. Maybe wecould sit down somewhere and talk." He looked around.

Marli motioned to the leopardchaise, no longer lit by the powerful lights.

He went over and sat down, and shecame and sat beside him, leaning against the curved back of it. A vision ofher, clad in lingerie, lounging on the chair, flashed into his head and healmost groaned.

"Okay. So?" She looked athim encouragingly, her eyes a bit wary. She briefly bit her luscious bottomlip.

"So," he repeated, justdrinking in the sight of her. "I don't know where to start. So maybe I'lljust start here." He leaned forward, put one hand on her cheek and kissedher, closing the small space between their bodies on the chaise. She couldn'tmove back, and he took her mouth in a long, hot kiss.

She was warm and delicious, sweetand tempting, and God, he'd missed her. He lifted his head to look at her,brushing his thumb across her full bottom lip.

She looked sweetly dazed, green eyesdark with emotion. "Uh, wow."

He smiled faintly. Then they were ateach other, mouths hungry, hands greedy, touching each other, pulling atclothes, sucking, licking, eating at each other.

He filled his hands with thosebreasts, high, full and soft, nipples hard against his palms, kissing her overand over. She moaned, writhed beneath him, and they shifted their bodieswithout a word, fitting themselves to each other, stretching out on the chaise.He pressed a thigh between her legs, feeling the soft heat there, and shearched into him, crying out softly. With one hand, he turned her face to himagain, ate at her lips, licked his way into her mouth, played with her softtongue.

He tried to get under her T-shirt,desperately needing to feel skin, but damn, it was long, and he had to pull andtug and lift her hips to get it up around her waist. Then yes, his hands wereon skin, silky and warm, and he shoved the T-shirt up the rest of the way andtugged her bra down. He buried his face between her breasts, inhaled her, thatspicy scent that was hers alone, then nipped at the full curve of one breast,licked over the hard nipple, took it in his mouth.

She grabbed his hair and pulledhard, but his hair was short and her hands slid out.

"God, Trey! Someone could comein."

"Who cares?" he asked,blind, mindless, focused on her beautiful tits. "Ah!" He sucked theother nipple and this time her hands pulled his head to her, holding him at herbreast, her head falling back, eyes closed.

"I need you, Marli," hemurmured. He sat up and pulled her with him. "Lift your arms,sweetheart." She obeyed him, and he whisked the T-shirt over her head,then quickly dispensed with the sheer bra. He knelt to take off her jeans,tossed her shoes aside, then unbuttoned his fly. He looked at her, hesitating.

It was a little arrogant to comewalking in here and five minutes later be doing her on the couch. He didn'twant to screw this up. She'd said she loved him, but suddenly he was unsure,knowing he'd hurt her before he'd left.

She lay on the leopard chaise, herhair a bright contrast to the gold and brown print, her pale gold body long,lean and gorgeous. Her eyes watched him as he paused, hands at his fly. Thenshe lifted her graceful arms to him, inviting him, welcoming him, and hedropped his pants and fell onto her.

He couldn't get close enough,couldn't get enough of her, because it would never be enough...never, never. Hekissed her mouth, the side of her neck, her soft shoulders. His hands movedover her, exulting in the feel of her, parting her legs, dipping into her sweetwetness. The scent of her arousal rose around them, making him pant and drivinghim wild with need. He touched her clit, a hard, swollen bud and she jerkedbeneath him, raising herself against hand. He moved his fingers, rubbed herthere, and she came apart in his arms, trembling and whimpering.

As her tremors slowed, he pushed herlegs farther apart and slid into her, hot, soft and lush. With a long, shakymoan, she welcomed him in, opened for him, clasped him to her body with herstrong, slim arms.

"You feel so incredible."He kissed her breast. "So fucking good. God, Marli."

He thrust harder, deeper, then herhands clawed at his back, tugged at his shirt. "A condom," shewhispered raggedly. "Trey..."

"No." He buried his faceinto her neck. "No...it's okay...don't need it." And with a long,strangled groan, he poured himself into her, his heart thudding, ears roaring.He came and came and came, in long waves of hot pleasure that left him weak, soweak he wasn't sure he could draw in another breath.

He shifted off her just slightly,still holding her, still with his face buried in the soft, fragrant skin of herneck, gasping for breath. He'd had the impression of flying, high andlimitless, floating back slowly down onto the chaise in Marli's studio.

"Oh, Trey," she said,sounding a bit disturbed.

"What?" He could not lifthis head. He put out his tongue and licked her, making her shiver.

"You didn't use a condom."She gave his back a little swat.

"It's okay. You said you wereon the pill."

"Yes, but--"

"Don't worry," hemurmured, then kissed and licked her again, sucked on her flesh tenderly. Hisheart was beating closer to normal speed and he could now hear over the bloodrushing through his head. He felt her sigh.

"You'd better be here for agood reason," she said. "If you're here to break my heart again, I'mgoing to have to hurt you."

He lifted his head and looked her inthe eye. "I love you, Marli."

She was silent. Then her lower liptrembled. "That's a pretty good reason," she said.