"Mark?" She bit her lip nervously, glancing back at the corner of the house as though afraid the other man would suddenly appear. "He went off to the barn with some of his friends." She turned back to him, watching him intently in the dim light of the full moon. "He's just a friend, Brock." Mark wanted to be more. Brock was determined he wouldn't be. "I was afraid you wouldn't come." He moved closer to her, feeling the warmth of her body that seeped into that cold, dark place in his heart. He watched as she swallowed tightly, her big brown eyes following him, looking up at him as he stopped within an inch of pressing against her heaving breasts. "You asked me to come," she whispered on a sigh. "You knew I would be here." Her admission was like a fist of desire to his loins. Brutally sharp, agonizing in its intensity. "Will you come for me every time I ask?" He was more than aware of his play on words. Sarah frowned, her face turned up to him, her lips tempting him. "If I can." God, she was too innocent for him. Too soft, too vulnerable. "You have no idea how much I want you, Sarah," he told her, fighting to keep his voice soft, tender. "How desperately I want to touch you." She took a deep breath. Her breasts brushed against his shirt, the light material of her sundress doing nothing to hide the hard little nipples beneath it. She licked her lips nervously, and Brock was lost. "Come upstairs with me." He lifted his hand, touching the fall of dark blonde hair that brushed her bare shoulders. "I promise not to hurt you, Sarah. Whatever you want. Just come with me." Her hand, small and graceful, the fingers slender with delicate pink nails touched his chest. He felt that touch clear to his soul. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, hungry. "I'm nervous," she whispered. "What if I can't-" He would explode, but he would accept it. "Then I won't," he promised her. "Whatever you want, Sarah." She was scared. He could see it in her eyes. Scared, but she wanted him, wanted him just as much as he needed her. "Just us?" She asked the question almost fearfully. "Just me and you, Brock?"