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As we finished the last of our fine meal and sat on the hotel sofa, sipping the last of the champagne, I couldn't get those thoughts out of my mind and I knew why. I wasn't simply attracted to Blayne, wanting him in my bed. It wasn't that I thought he was fun to be around, even though we couldn't go out anywhere, or that he had the money to get us this amazing room and pay the staff for their discretion.

No, it wasn't lust or friendship or anything like that. I wasn't so lucky. I was falling for him.

I couldn't deny the way I felt when I looked at him. The warmth in my stomach was more than arousal. The tenderness I felt at moments like this, when he was simply sitting next to me. I studied the line of his jaw, watched the way his throat muscles worked when he swallowed. He hadn't shaved before our date and there was a faint hint of stubble on his cheeks. I reached out and brushed the back of my hand across the golden bristles.

He grinned at me as he caught my hand, turning his head to press his lips against my palm. “You're being quiet, my Kat.”

My heart did a flip. I liked that he called me his. More than I should have. He'd used that same endearment the first time we'd slept together – well, actually the third time, but it had been the first time he'd known it was me.

“Just enjoying being here with you,” I said. That was the truth, if not all of it. “Knowing we have all night and do not have to worry about being interrupted.”

His smile widened. “That’s crossed my mind.” He released my hand and cupped my cheek. “What do you say we move this into the bedroom?”

I stood and took his champagne glass, setting both of them on the coffee table. I held out my hand, shivering as his palm slid across mine. We walked into the bedroom, but were barely through the doorway before he pulled me against him and claiming my mouth.

I parted my lips eagerly, reaching up to bury my fingers in his hair as he plunged his tongue into my mouth. I moaned, curling my tongue around his. His fingers were busy at my back, searching for the zipper. I felt his fingers brush against my bare back as he lowered the zipper and goosebumps broke out across my flesh. If my eyes hadn't already been closed, I would've closed them then and enjoyed the touch of his hand as he splayed his fingers across my back.

I swore softly as he released my mouth, his lips moving across my jaw and down to my throat. Flames burned across my skin, following his mouth as it trailed down to my collarbone. I felt my dress slide off and pool at my feet, but it was a secondary thought. Every fiber of my being was focused on the places Blayne was touching me. My bra joined the dress and then his hands were on my breasts, cupping and caressing. Fingers teasing my nipples even as he eased me back onto the bed.

At some point, he must have removed his clothes because when he stretched out on top of me to take my mouth again, skin slid against overheated skin. My hardened nipples rubbed against his chest and I raked my nails lightly down his back. His body shuddered and I felt his cock press against me, only the thin layer of his boxer-briefs and my panties kept us apart.

“I need these off.” I tore my mouth away from his and tugged at the waistband of his underwear. “Please.”

He grinned at me. “Impatient, aren't we?” He pushed himself up onto his knees. “I thought you were all excited that we had all night.” He moved down my body. “I think someone needs a lesson in patience.”

I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that. Then he was hooking his fingers under the elastic of my panties and sliding them down my legs. Arousal spiked as he spread my legs, the hunger on his face clear. He stretched out and, before I could try to figure out what he'd meant by that last comment, his mouth was on my pussy, tongue delving into me. My back arched and my hands fisted into the bedspread.

Damn that man had a mouth on him!

His hands wrapped around my thighs, long fingers digging into my muscles as I bucked my hips against him. His tongue worked up and down, circling my clit and then flicking against the top of it before dropping down to dip into my pussy. It was the most exquisite torture I'd ever felt. I cursed and thrashed, begging him to make me come. Each time I got close, however, he'd stop and look up at me with those storm gray eyes, smiling as I called him every name I could think of in English and Czech. Then, just as my muscles began to cease their trembling, as the pressure inside me started to fade, he'd do it all over again.

When he finally took me over the edge, sucking on my clit until I came, screaming, everything went white. I didn't know how long the climax lasted, only that it felt the way I had always imagined eternity to be. Forever and an instant all at once. Beyond the concept of time.

“Kat.”

Blayne's voice drew me back and I opened my eyes to see him hovering over me. I saw the question on his face and knew what he was asking. I wasn't entirely sure I could manage anything coherent yet so I nodded, a weak wobble, but he knew what it meant and, a moment later, I felt him slide inside my pussy, the cool latex warming instantly with our heat.

“Oh, my Kat,” he murmured as he slowly entered me. “You feel amazing.”

If another man had said that, I might've laughed, but hearing the words from Blayne made me catch my breath. Then he was all the way in, rocking against me and I gasped for a completely different reason. Every inch of my body felt like it was twice as sensitive as it had been before and he was pressing against my throbbing clit. I whimpered as he drew back and then wailed when he snapped his hips forward. He kept going like that. Slow withdrawals. Quick, hard thrusts forward. Each one drove me higher, sending pulsing, pounding pleasure over and through me. I came a second time within minutes and could feel myself working towards another when Blayne began to move faster.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist and held on as I came again. He swore as my body tightened around him, but it didn't slow him down at all. He rode me hard and fast until he buried himself deep, calling out my name.

My name.

Not hers.

He wanted me.

And I more than wanted him.

Dammit.

Chapter 7

Blayne

As Katka snuggled closer to me, I wrapped my arm more securely around her and kissed the top of her head. It was funny, I thought. I'd never really been one for cuddling. I mean, there was always a couple minutes after a good fuck where legs weren't working properly or we both needed some time to breathe right again, but I didn't really consider that anything other than post-orgasmic down time. Even the odd time or two when I spent a weekend with a girl – the ones I remembered anyway – I didn't do the whole cuddle and talk thing. There was recovery, fucking and eventually, passing out from exhaustion. Awkward breakfast, more fucking. And usually a healthy dosage of drugs and booze.

With Katka, it was different. I generally used the necessary clean-up as an excuse to get out of bed and go somewhere else for a while. Tonight, I'd been reluctant to even move. Then, once I was done, I hadn't even thought twice about climbing back in next to her. I actually wanted to hold her, enjoy just being with her. It was the first time we'd really had that.

I knew this situation was totally fucked up. From the way we'd met to where we were now. We'd started with lies and misdirection and I'd known, as soon as I'd found out, I needed to end it. But I hadn't been able to do it then, and I sure as hell couldn't do it now. I'd slept with her once after I'd found out who she really was. I'd told myself it was a mistake and couldn't happen again.

And then I'd found myself calling her. Thinking about her. I'd asked her to come to this hotel without even giving myself the excuse that I planned to break things off and this was the best place to do it. I'd finally admitted to myself that I didn't want to let her go. Until just now, however, I hadn't acknowledged the whole truth. It wasn't only her body I wanted.

I looked down at her, studying the curve of her lips, the cheekbones that could've made her a model too. She was beautiful, one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen, and it wasn't only due to her physical appearance. There was a light in her, an energy and glow that drew me to her.

On the outside, she was just like Livie. The differences were subtle. Katka wore her hair down, while Livie pulled hers back. Katka applied her make-up to enhance her beauty while Livie used only the barest amount. Their wardrobe was just as different. But all of that was superficial. If I'd only cared about appearances, there wouldn't have been any differences between how I felt about Katka and how I felt about Livie. They would've been equally attractive to me.

While I admired Livie and enjoyed spending time with her, I knew I'd never be able to get close to her, and I didn't mean just physically. Livie had walls up all the time. I felt them every time we talked. Even when she'd confided in me about what had happened to her and Katka's parents, I had sensed a reluctance there. It was like she didn't want me to see how much witnessing her parent’s murder had affected her. I didn't know if she thought I'd think less of her or think her weak, but seeing her vulnerable wouldn't have done any of that. If anything, it would've made me see her as more human. The entire time she'd told the story, her voice had been flat. I supposed that was how she dealt with it, but it had been another example of how she appeared to not let anything touch her.

I hadn't asked Katka about her parents. Now that I knew what had happened, I wasn't going to pry. She wasn't like Livie. I had a feeling if I opened that door, it would hurt her and I didn't want to do that. Katka was strong, but in a different way than her sister. I hadn't known her long and I knew there were still a lot of things to learn about her, but I'd seen enough to know she was an open book. If she felt it, she showed it. She didn't hide herself.

Maybe that was it, I thought as I stroked her curls. I'd spent my entire life surrounded by people who hid who they really were behind masks of propriety and self-righteousness. It was one of the things I'd always hated about my family. Even Samuel, to some extent, played the game.

So did I. I frowned at the stray thought, but didn't ignore it. In a way, it was true. I didn't pretend to be some rich snob who was better than everyone else, but I wasn't entirely honest about who I was either. I just buried myself in drugs, alcohol and sex.

“Are you all right?” Katka's soft voice broke the silence.

I smiled at her and squeezed her shoulders. “Just thinking.”

“About what?” she asked, turning onto her side so that her breasts were pressed against my ribs. “Do you regret this? What we're doing?”

“No.” I kissed her forehead. “I don't regret this at all.”

That much was true. I didn't regret being with Katka. What I did wish, however, was that I had met her first. Things would have been so much easier if I'd met Katka, proposed to her, and had Livie as my sister-in-law.

Another thought popped into my head before I could stop it. What if Livie had just let me close? Would I still have fallen for Katka if Livie hadn't closed herself off to me? What if Livie hadn't set up the no contact rule? Even if she'd wanted to take things slow, would I still have slept with Katka?

Those things didn't matter though, no matter how much my brain insisted that I analyze how I felt. It was too late. Livie had set up the perimeters of our relationship and made it very clear where we stood. Whether it was because of that or because of fate, I didn't know or care, but Katka had my heart. I cared about Livie, but what I felt for Katka was so much more. Maybe it was only because she let me care about her, but it didn't change the way I felt.

“Are you doing anything next weekend?” I asked suddenly.

“No.”

Her fingers were tracing patterns on my bare chest, almost distracting me. Almost. “Would you go away with me?”

Her hand stopped.

“I want you to go to New York with me so we can have a real romantic weekend. My dad knows some people in New York, but if we're careful, we can actually go out without having to worry about someone seeing us. Plus, Livie usually spends the weekends at home working, so there's a good chance anyone who saw us would think you were her.”

She had a thoughtful expression on her face and I wondered if she was preparing herself for some sort of “this was fun, but...” speech. Instead, she simply nodded and pressed her lips against my chest, kissing her way over to my nipple.

“It is now my turn to make you wait.”

Chapter 8

Katka

What the hell was I doing?

When Blayne asked me to go to New York with him, he'd said that anyone who saw me with him would think I was my sister. I'd wanted to ask him if he wanted people to think I was Livie because he
wanted
me to be her. It was silly, really, and I knew it. He was with me. He wanted me. Even though he was risking everything by continuing to see me, he never said we should stop. But I still couldn't help but wonder if he was only with me because Livie had said no sex, and sleeping with me was the next best thing since we were identical. He'd said that wasn't the case, but it was a difficult idea to shake.

These were the thoughts I had whirling around in my head all week. Part of me was excited at his invitation. A romantic weekend in New York City was like something out of a movie, but I couldn't stop the guilt. I'd never liked lying to my sister and this was the worst possible kind of lie. I tried telling myself that it was Blayne's place to tell her since I knew he'd set the same guidelines with her that he and I had discussed. Discretion and honesty, but no agreement to tell all.