He flicked his tongue from one to the other.

She moaned and the burn between her legs again became urgent.

Moving down, he trailed his lips over her ribs and lingered at her belly, dipping his tongue into her belly button.

Kate was blinded by desire. Nothing in her life could have prepared her for this. She craved him—the feel of his soft skin, the citrus scent of his cologne, his hair tickling her belly, his tongue leaving a damp path to the tiny swatch of lace that covered her.

He nudged her legs farther apart and dusted a finger lightly along her thigh and into the gap of her panties.

Sliding his finger through her dampness, he seemed to know exactly where she needed his touch. The orgasm again took her by surprise, but this time she was too busy trying to breathe to be frightened by it. As she came down from the high, she became aware of her panties traveling over her legs. Kicking off his jeans, Reid lay on his side facing her.

Kate caressed his chest and let her eyes drift to his erection, which bobbed with anticipation. It was bigger than she’d expected it to be, and her breath hitched as she wondered how it would ever fit. A trickle of fear worked its way down her spine.

Tuning into her anxiety, Reid took her hand and wrapped it around his steely length. When she gave it a gentle squeeze, he groaned.

She let go abruptly. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

“No, no,” he sighed, putting his hand over hers to show her how to stroke him.

Fascinated by the silky soft skin that covered the hardness, she watched a bead of moisture form at the tip. She dragged her thumb through the pearly fluid and felt him go rigid.

He captured her hand to stop her. “We’ll be all done before we get to the good stuff if you keep that up,” he whispered, bringing his mouth down on hers for a deep kiss. His hand traveled over her back to her bottom and between her legs to probe her dampness. “Kate…”

Unable to think of anything but the motion of his fingers, she could only feel.

“I need to prepare you, honey.” His hand hovered at her entrance. “It might hurt just a little.”

She could think only of the urgent need. “It’s okay.”

Moving slowly and with great care, he worked a finger into her. At the same time, he closed his lips over her nipple. The combination was overwhelming. So focused was she on the tugging of his mouth on her nipple that she barely noticed when he added a second finger. Her hips met the thrusts of his fingers in an almost involuntary motion.

She trembled violently. “Reid…”

“Does it hurt, honey?”

“No.” She rolled her head into his chest and reached for him.