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"
I
think
you
need
a
little
more
champagne
,
"
he
said
,
filling
it
.
"
I
must
admit
this
is
nice
,
to
stop
and
give
ourselves
a
little
break
from
the
track
.
And
thank
you
for
thinking
of
asking
Mr.
MacQueen
for
the
sandwiches
and
wine
.
"
The
big
Rolls
engine
ticked
gently
in
the
silence
,
warm
air
pouring
almost
soundlessly
through
the
vents
;
two
separate
kinds
of
lulling
noise
.
Luke
unknotted
his
tie
and
pulled
it
off
,
opened
his
shirt
collar
.
Their
jackets
were
on
the
back
seat
,
too
warm
for
the
car
.
"
Oh
,
that
feels
good
!
I
do
n't
know
who
invented
ties
and
then
insisted
a
man
was
only
properly
dressed
when
he
wore
one
,
but
if
ever
I
meet
him
,
I
'll
strangle
him
with
his
own
invention
.
"
He
turned
abruptly
,
lowered
his
face
to
hers
,
and
seemed
to
catch
the
rounded
curve
of
her
lips
exactly
into
his
,
like
two
pieces
of
a
jigsaw
puzzle
;
though
he
did
n't
hold
her
or
touch
her
elsewhere
she
felt
locked
to
him
and
let
her
head
follow
as
he
leaned
back
,
drawing
her
forward
onto
his
chest
.
His
hands
came
up
to
clasp
her
head
,
the
better
to
work
at
that
dizzying
,
amazingly
responsive
mouth
,
drain
it
.
Sighing
,
he
abandoned
himself
to
feeling
nothing
else
,
at
home
at
last
with
those
silky
baby
's
lips
finally
fitting
his
own
.
Her
arm
slid
around
his
neck
,
quivering
fingers
sank
into
his
hair
,
the
palm
of
her
other
hand
coming
to
rest
on
the
smooth
brown
skin
at
the
base
of
his
throat
.
This
time
he
did
n't
hurry
,
though
he
had
risen
and
hardened
before
giving
her
the
second
cup
of
champagne
,
just
from
looking
at
her
.
Not
releasing
her
head
,
he
kissed
her
cheeks
,
her
closed
eyes
,
the
curving
bones
of
the
orbits
beneath
her
brows
,
came
back
to
her
cheeks
because
they
were
so
satiny
,
came
back
to
her
mouth
because
its
infantile
shape
drove
him
mad
,
had
driven
him
mad
since
the
day
he
first
saw
her
.
And
there
was
her
throat
,
the
little
hollow
at
its
base
,
the
skin
of
her
shoulder
so
delicate
and
cool
and
dry
...
Powerless
to
call
a
halt
,
almost
beside
himself
with
fear
lest
she
should
call
a
halt
,
he
removed
one
hand
from
her
head
and
plucked
at
the
long
row
of
buttons
down
the
back
of
her
dress
,
slid
it
off
her
obedient
arms
,
then
the
straps
of
her
loose
satin
slip
.
Face
buried
between
her
neck
and
shoulder
,
he
passed
the
tips
of
his
fingers
down
her
bare
back
,
feeling
her
startled
little
shivers
,
the
sudden
hard
points
to
her
breasts
.
He
pushed
his
face
lower
in
a
blind
,
compulsive
touchsearch
of
one
cold
,
cushioned
surface
,
lips
parted
,
pressing
down
,
until
they
closed
over
taut
ruched
flesh
.
His
tongue
lingered
for
a
dazed
minute
,
then
his
hands
clutched
in
agonized
pleasure
on
her
back
and
he
sucked
,
nipped
,
kissed
,
sucked
...
The
old
eternal
impulse
,
his
particular
preference
,
and
it
never
failed
.
It
was
so
good
,
good
,
good
,
goooooood
!
He
did
not
cry
out
,
only
shuddered
for
a
wrenching
,
drenching
moment
,
and
swallowed
in
the
depths
of
his
throat
.
Like
a
satiated
nursling
,
he
let
the
nipple
pop
out
of
his
mouth
,
formed
a
kiss
of
boundless
love
and
gratitude
against
the
side
of
her
breast
,
and
lay
utterly
still
except
for
the
heaves
of
his
breathing
.
He
could
feel
her
mouth
in
his
hair
,
her
hand
down
inside
his
shirt
,
and
suddenly
he
seemed
to
recollect
himself
,
opened
his
eyes
.
Briskly
he
sat
up
,
pulled
her
slip
straps
up
her
arms
,
then
her
dress
,
and
fastened
all
the
buttons
deftly
.
"
You
'd
better
marry
me
,
Meghann
,
"
he
said
,
eyes
soft
and
laughing
.
"
I
do
n't
think
your
brothers
would
approve
one
little
bit
of
what
we
just
did
.
"
