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tonight…I don’t ever want to lose you again.” The teasing brush of words tingled Misty’s lips as they passed. Raw passion sizzled in the air between them, laced with something deeper. Stronger.
    Love.
    Misty sighed, giving in to what she knew all along. “I want all of you…every day and every night of the rest of my life.”
    “You don’t even have to say the words. You have me.” One of Rafe’s hands found the curve of Misty’s backside. Pinpricks of anticipation scampered down her legs. “Not a day has passed that I haven’t dreamed of having you here with me again…just like this.”
    With the intensity of his gaze fighting off her chill, Misty propped up on her elbow and kissed Rafe long and deep. He returned her fervor stroke for stroke, lighting her soul on fire. His tongue was tender and wet, exploring her mouth, stealing her breath.
    Misty’s hands traveled lower, tracing the hard ridge of muscle on either side of his hips. She longed to lick him there. Let her tongue trace over that groove. Instead her hand traipsed lower and gripped the thick head of his shaft.
    “What’d you dream, Rafe?” she asked, stroking the thin sheath over his marblelike muscle. Tension spiraled through the air. “Did you dream of something like this?”
    His eyes rolled back and his lips fell into a tight line as she stroked him faster. He was so large, she could barely grip him. Dampness pooled between her legs. God, she was so anxious for him to fill her again. And clearly, he wanted her, too.
    A deep growl reverberated from Rafe’s chest as his head lolled back against the floor. He gripped her rear tight. Kneaded her flesh with desperate hands. Urged her on. But it wasn’t necessary. She wasn’t going to stop. Not until she fed the hunger burning inside her.
    Misty rose to her hands and knees and swiped her tongue over her lower lip. He was enormous, not only in stature, but every single bulging part of him. He was strained. On edge. Using one hand to hold his shaft, Misty licked a deviously slow line up the length of him.
    Rafe moaned as she took him into her mouth and sucked hard. Using his breathless groans as a guide, Misty worked his shaft with slow massaging strokes of her hand. He tensed from each touch, gasped with each teasing flick of her tongue over his tip.
    Misty could barely contain herself. Every fiber in her body burned to straddle his middle and soothe the hollow ache in her core. When she thought he was about to burst, he grabbed her around the waist and flipped her onto her back. It was a single flash of movement that ripped the breath from her lungs.
    Oh, yes…
    She’d give herself to Rafe with a look, a gleam in his eye, a single, breathless word…but oh, how she loved when he took what he wanted.
    “I want you naked,” he said, his eyes heavy and dark with need. In another flash, he stripped her out of her sweater and jeans. As she lay there, exposed and vulnerable, he sighed and shook his head. “So. Damn. Sexy.”
    Misty squirmed under the weight of his stare and tried to pull him down on top of her. But he resisted, pulling back.
    *
    Rafe could’ve dropped dead a happy man.
    Misty was lying before him expectantly; more beautiful than the day he met her. Her skin seemed to glow like porcelain in the reflective light of the waterfall. Her hair looked aflame; a mass of curls that splayed over the ground in waves of crimson. She was almost too angelic to touch. Almost.
    “Tell me what you want,” he said hoarsely, trying to hold back from ravaging her the way he truly wanted.
    She writhed beneath him, not hiding the expectant pleasure in her eyes. “Touch me.”
    Rafe felt his possessive urge soar. He leaned over and claimed her mouth with his. Covered every inch of her body with his hands. Smudged trails of openmouthed kisses down her neck. Along her jaw. His lips ghosted featherlight across her honey-smooth skin.
    Bending to suckle one of her taut pink nipples into his mouth,