"I've had such fantasies about you," he whispered. "Your body is much better than I imagined. The way you feel pressed against me… that's much better too."

"Tell me what we were doing in your fantasy, and I'll tell you mine."

"No," he whispered. "I'd rather show than tell."

His chest hair was tickling her breasts. She liked it so much, she moved against him. She could feel his arousal against her and shifted so that her hips cuddled him. It felt so good, so right to be held like this.

"In one of my fantasies, I do this."

He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He followed her down on the sheets, nudged her thighs apart, and

settled between them. Then he kissed her again, lingering over the task, until she was moving restlessly against him again.

Then he rolled onto his side and touched her stomach. "And I do this." His fingers circled her belly button, then moved lower.

She sucked in her breath. "Don't," she whispered.

"You don't like it?"

His fingers were magical. "Yes… yes, but if you don't stop, I'll…"

She couldn't go on. He was driving her crazy, teasing, probing, preparing her for him. His head dipped and he began to kiss the fragrant valley between her breasts.

"In my favorite fantasy, you really love this."

He kissed each breast, his tongue stroking each nipple until she was arched half off the bed. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and she kept trying to get him to move so that she could drive him out of his mind with her mouth and her tongue, but Theo wouldn't budge.

In this fantasy, he explained, she came before he did. He kissed away any resistance she might have had, and then he slowly moved down her body, kissing every inch of her stomach, teasing her belly button by gently tickling her with the tip of his tongue, and then he moved lower still between her silky thighs.

The sensations were consuming. The climax was powerful. She cried out as she clung to him and let his passion devour her.

Theo was such an amazing lover, so giving, so gentle. Then he began to torment her. He brought her to a fevered pitch a second time, but just when she was reaching the explosive brink, he stopped.

"Hold on, sweetheart. I'll be right back."

"Don't stop. Don't…"

He kissed her. "I've got to protect you."

And then he left. She closed her eyes. Her body felt as though it was on fire, yet she was chilled because his heat was gone.

She began to tremble, and just as she was reaching for the covers, Theo came back to the bed and covered her body with his. It seemed he'd been gone for an eternity.

"Now, where was I?"

His restraint and control amazed her. Then she noticed the beads of perspiration on his brow. His eyes were hazy with passion, and his jaw was clenched tight, and she saw then the lengths he had gone to for her.

His hands began to stroke the passion within her once again. She fought him this time, trying to hold out until he lost his control,

but he was stronger. He wasn't gentle now. She didn't want him to be. Consumed with the waves of pleasure still coursing

through her body, she held him tight as he roughly parted her thighs, then lifted her hips and sank deep inside her warmth.

His head dropped down onto her shoulder. He closed his eyes in sweet surrender, and let out a loud, thoroughly arrogant groan.

Gripping her, he forced her to stay still. "I can make this last… if you… cooperate."

She smiled up at him. Lord, he was adorable. Then she moved.

"Don't… Oh, God, honey, slow down just a little…"

She moved again, more forcefully this time, arching up against him to take him deeper inside her. He couldn't hold back any longer. The need became too great. He pulled back, then thrust deep once again, then again and again and again.

Theo wanted to tell her how perfect she was, how beautiful, but he couldn't get the words out. The intensity of the feelings rocketing through his body was too overpowering. She wouldn't let him slow down. He loved her for that. He buried himself

inside her, and with one final thrust and one hell of a shout, he climaxed while she held him close.

He felt as though he'd just died and been reborn. The orgasm was the most amazing thing he'd ever experienced. He'd never

let himself go like this. He'd always held a part of himself back, but with Michelle, that hadn't been possible. It took long minutes for both of them to recover. He knew he had to be crushing her, but he couldn't find the strength to move away.

Michelle couldn't stop caressing him. She loved the feel of his smooth skin under her fingertips. He was all muscle and strength and yet so very gentle with her. Her fingers trailed down his spine, then slowly moved back up.

Her heart beat against her chest as though it were pounding to get out. She laughed over the absurdity of the idea.

The sound of her lusty laugh made him smile. Bracing his weight with his arms on either side of her, he lifted his head from the crook of her neck so he could look into her eyes. "What's so funny?"

"Loving you is going to be the death of me. I can see the headlines now: 'Sex kills surgeon.'"

He frowned. "That's not funny.''

She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned up and kissed him. "Yes, it is."

"You've got to stay strong because we've got nine hundred ninety-nine more to go, and I can't let you fall apart before we're finished."

"Finished doing what?"

That sparkle came into his eyes again, and she began to smile in anticipation.

"Acting out my fantasies."

She did laugh then. "A thousand?"

"Oh, yeah. At least a thousand."

"You've got quite an active imagination, Mr. Buchanan. There are places you can go to get help. They're called sex therapy clinics."

He grinned. "You were all the therapy I needed."

"I was happy I could help."

"What about you, Michelle? Didn't you ever have fantasies?"

"Yes," she admitted. "But mine weren't as creative. I kept having the same one over and over again."

He nuzzled the crook of her neck. "Tell me about it."

"It's sort of a variation on what just happened," she said softly. "But in my fantasy…"

He lifted his head again. "What?"

"I scoop you up and toss you on the bed."

Then he laughed. "I outweigh you by about two hundred pounds," he exaggerated.

"We surgeons develop incredible upper-body strength from cracking ribs and cutting through bones," she teased.

"Okay, I'm willing. If you want to pick me up…"

He stopped when she shook her head. "I'd blow a disc," she explained. "I only told you about the fantasy so you'd know…"

"What?"

"You aren't always going to be calling the shots."

"Meaning?"

"It's my turn to drive you wild."

"We'll see about that." He kissed her again, hard and fast, then got out of bed and lifted her into his arms. "I'm hot,"

he announced.

"Already?"

Her fingers threaded through his tousled hair, trying to restore order to the soft strands.

"Not that kind of hot, but if you keep that up…"

"Where are we going?"

"I'm sweaty hot. Let's take a shower."

She was so content and sleepy now, she would have agreed to do anything he suggested. "I'll scrub your back and you may

scrub mine."

"No, I want to scrub your front, and you can-"

She put her hand over his mouth. "I get the picture."

Ten minutes later they were both squeaky clean. The water had turned cold, but that didn't squelch their passion. Feeling

devilish, she leaned up on tiptoes and whispered her fantasy into his ear. She went into detail, and when she was finished,

Theo was amazed he could still stand.

She pushed him back against the tile, then began to drive him out of his mind with hot, wet kisses as she slowly worked her