his　mouth　found　the　bottommost　point。　He　kissed　her　there；　wet；

openmouthed；　then　rose　again。　His　mouth　was　ready　when　he　cupped　her

breasts　and　lifted　them　there。

Chloe　sighed　softly。　She　squeezed　her　eyes　shut；　buried　her　fingers　in

his　hair；　and　held　him　closer。

With　excruciating　slowness　he　drew　back　her　bodice；　freeing　her　breast

bit　by　bit。　Her　insides　quivered　when　her　nipple　was　bared。　His　breath

was　hot；　the　air　cool。　Arching　closer；　she　watched　his　tongue　touch　the

pebbled　tip；　circle　it；　touch　it　again。

〃Ross！〃　she　gasped；　straining　beneath　him；　needing　more。

〃Love　is　torment；　Chloe。　It's　wanting　and　wanting　and　wanting　until　you

would　do　anything　to　get。　Be　patient。〃

She　tried；　but　it　was　a　torment；　indeed；　to　watch　him　pull　his　shirt

from　his　pants　and　release　every　single　last　button。　She　bit　her　lip　to

keep　from　reaching　out　to　touch　him。　He　could　have　been　sculpted　in　clay

by　a　master；　he　was　that　beautiful；　more　beautiful　even　because　he　was

real。　He　was　human；　manly；　alive。

Her　patience　was　pushed　even　further　when　he　drew　her　up；　reached　behind

to　slide　her　zipper　to　her　waist；　then　pulled　her　dress　down；　easing　her

arms　from　their　sleeves。　Bare　to　the　waist；　she　needed　his　touch；　but

his　eyes　caressed　her　first。　Her　breasts　swelled；　begging　to　be　cupped

and　held。

〃They're　not　the　same；〃　she　whispered　f