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and knew he could not contain his lust or control his desire much longer, despite what he’d told her. Emma did this to him. Only Emma.
    He groaned as she drew him down to her. When their lips met, a bolt of hunger hit him like a cannonball. This woman made him half-crazy, as delirious as when he’d thrashed with fever after falling, bloodied and broken, to the sun-baked Spanish earth. No, not like that. Then, he’d struggled to regain his senses even though consciousness meant he’d arrive back in his world of suffering and pain. Now he basked in his delirium, wanting to wallow forever in his joy of Emma. He could drown in her and be a happy man.
    The thought startled him. Happy? He barely remembered that emotion. Emma made him want to go on living. And so much more.
    “I don’t think you understand,” he growled. “You’re driving me wild, Emma. I—”
    “Show me.” She slipped her fingers into his hair, and he was lost. “Teach me.”
    He crushed her against him, desperate to feel her soft, lush form curved into his larger frame. His mouth came down urgently over hers, his demands more insistent. He parted her lips with his own, sliding his tongue inside to strafe against hers.
    “Oh.” She exhaled the soft word as a wondrous sigh, as if she were savoring something both marvelous and unexpected.
    The taste of her drove Adam to the edge of his limits. He felt as if he were standing on the dangerous lip of the chalky cliff again, about to fall off the precipice and plunge toward an unknown heaven. His body ached, his groin on fire and his cock throbbing with urgent need. Nothing had ever been as bittersweet as this.
    He ran his hands up and down Emma’s sides until she arched back. Her sweet breasts strained against the flimsy muslin of her dress. Her hands left his hair to grip his shoulders, her fingers digging into his taut sinews. Before he took final leave of his senses, he had to allow her a last chance to choose.
    “Are you sure, poppet?”
    “Chuckleheaded man. Do I appear unsure?”
    “You’re trembling, sweetheart.”
    “Not from fear.” She groaned and nipped him in the hollow between his shoulder and neck. “Except the fear that you will cease what you are doing and pull away from me.”
    She gave him another tiny love bite. The feel of her teeth pricking his skin made him insane. He rained savage kisses on her temple, her brow. He seized her mouth, his lips so demanding against hers that she gasped.
    “God help me,” he muttered.
    “You don’t need any help.” Her arms tightened around him.
    Her neck and throat were bared by her gauzy frock. He pushed the tiny cap sleeves off her shoulders to expose still more of her, nuzzling her pink flesh with more intimacy and urgency than before, claiming her with his lips and teeth and tongue, marking her as his own.
    “You’re mine, Emma,” he growled. “Say you’re mine.”
    “Yes. Oh, God, yes. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”
    Adam tugged the gathered bodice of her gown lower, pushing the material out of his way to free dusk-tipped breasts. He groaned and sucked in a breath, cupping the gently rounded fullness in his palm, as if her breast were a delicate bird. Her skin warmed, silky as rose petals. Beneath his hand, her heart leaped wildly.
    “Adam!” Emma’s hand closed over his.
    He paused, nearly shaking with need. If she stopped him now, he thought he might lose his mind.
    “Emma.” He heard the ragged hitch in his voice. “Let me, Emma.”
    Oh,” she sighed. “That feels so…delicious.” She quivered, arching upward as if to give him greater access. “Touch me. Touch me all over.”
    Beneath their joined hands her flesh heated, the coral blush spreading across her chest to the graceful column of her neck until her cheeks burst with color. Her eyes met his, turning a dreamy, smoky silver Adam found mesmerizing.
    Emma increased the downward pressure on his hand, guiding his strokes in lazy circles over her