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prickles to dart upward into her stomach. Not able to move her hands, she stretched her fingers, needing a release.
    Cassie felt movement next to her hip, like he’d shifted his weight. Then it came. The warmth of his tongue touched the curve of her collarbone before swirling downward. His lips were soft as he kissed the tops of her breasts. She whimpered. He blew lightly on her nipples before closing his mouth over one erect bud. She writhed as a delicious chill raced across her body. She’d never experienced something so glorious.
    Her own breath sounded loud in her ears. She breathed in deeply, filling her lungs with his scent. What came next, she wondered in delight? Her breath came out on a moan when his finger slipped inside her. In uninhibited enjoyment, she gyrated her hips. She lifted enough to allow further access, welcoming his sweet torment.
    Floating on a cloud, she lost herself in the sensual moment. Nothing mattered but finding relief. She needed it like she needed her next heartbeat.
    He whirled his finger inside her. He found her g-spot and gently massaged the button. Her insides quivered. She bit back a cry. When a second finger joined the first, she could no longer control the deep, ragged moan that grazed her lips. He pumped in and out. The scent of sex filled her nostrils. Urgency spiraled through her tense muscles. Abandonment thrust her into rapture.
    The powerful orgasm wracked her body with waves of bliss. Her lover continued impaling her to his knuckles in a rhythmic pace that matched the beat of a heavy metal song. The heel of his hand rubbed her clit. She arched up from the bed, mesmerized in the feeling. Reduced to a ball of nerves, she squirmed against his hand and reached out to grab him. She dug her nails deep into the cotton of his shirt.
    He tugged away. Her nails dragging across the material seemed to penetrate the silence like a jackhammer through concrete. She waited. Had he undressed? The prospect of having him inside her sent wicked tingles through her veins. Her eagerness amplified. Longing increased within her, a symphony of utter ecstasy.
    Thump!
    She jerked.
    His boots scuffled on the floor, and then the heavy pounding moved away down the hall, fading on the stairs.
    He was gone.
    Her stomach twisted. Springing from the bed, she tore off the scarf, and found nothing but emptiness.
    She hurried for the hallway, scuttled halfway down the stairs when she came to a sudden halt. Stillness engulfed her.
    “Damn.” Her expletive echoed off the walls, a harsh reminder of what had just happened. Or what didn’t happen.
    She rushed back up the stairs two at a time and raced across her bedroom. In her haste, she tripped over the corner of the rug. She caught her balance on the corner of the dresser. “I knew I should never have bought that rug.”
    At the window, she pulled back the lacy curtain to peer below onto the rain-soaked streets. Her stomach danced. There! Was that him? In the bluish pale light of the street lamps, she saw a dark figure fade.
    She stood staring for the longest time.
    Her heart sank. She stepped back and leaned against the wall, arms tight around her bare waist. She’d just experienced the best orgasm of her life, and yet a void had wormed its way inside her soul. She couldn’t deny the disappointment barbed-wiring its way through her nerve endings. She’d wanted to feel her lover. She’d wanted to consummate their relationship.
    Her feelings tumbled into anger.
    After blowing out the partially melted candles, she dressed in a white T-shirt and buried herself in the blankets on the bed. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream, but what good would it do?
    Why had her lover brought her to a wonderful plateau only to disappear like a thief into the night? A thief of seduction.
    The question streamed through her mind as she lay there. She’d thought the blindfold had only been an overture, meant for excitement and eroticism, and then he would remove it while they