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the flame that he lit in the deepest places within me would
never go dim.
    He was my all.
    “Shh…” he murmured, kissing me more as he
lowered his onslaught, letting his hand flutter down my neck and
glide to my breast.
    His flicked his thumb over my nipple. Another
shock of desire belted me and I moaned a little more. Christian
inched back. Never breaking our kiss, his firm hands roamed down my
sides, digging into my ribs before he grasped me by the hips. For
one second, he severed our connection and glanced up toward the
silence radiating from upstairs, then looked back on me with a
cocky grin lifting just one side of his mouth.
    “You need to be quiet because I’m going to
take you right here, Elizabeth.” His voice came low as he uttered
the command close to my lips. He reached between us and jerked the
button on my jeans free.
    With his words, chills pebbled along my arms,
lifted as a flush that rushed up my chest.
    “Please,” was all I could manage.
    I was shaking as I blindly hurried through the
buttons of his shirt. Christian edged back so I could get to the
ones mashed between our chests, pressing both hands into the
cushions on either side of my head.
    He smirked against my mouth. “Are you anxious,
Elizabeth?” he murmured, the question dripping from him as the
slowest seduction. It vibrated through me.
    “Yes,” flooded from me as I pushed his shirt
back from his shoulders.
    The man had no idea.
    He twisted out of his shirt, shaking one
sleeve free from his wrist. He threw it to the floor and dove back
for me as if I were his Promised Land.
    My entire being hummed, relishing in his
urgency as he flattened himself on top of me.
    Guess he was anxious, too.
    He kissed me until I was breathless, until I
was panting and my heart was pounding, knocking at my
ribs.
    “Ugh…Christian,” I begged. I lifted my hips.
“Please…need you…need you,” came as tiny pleas in between the
desperate bid I made to get him closer, because I could never get
him close enough.
    I quaked as Christian slowly slid my shirt up
and tugged it over my head. He tossed it to the floor on top of his
and sat back on his knees and took me in.
    Redness swept like wildfire just beneath the
surface of my skin, heat and need and this passion I held only for
him rising up to tint my flesh.
    I pressed my thighs into the outside of
Christian’s legs, squirming, loving when he looked at me this way,
knowing my expression reflected exactly what I saw in
his.
    “Fuck, Elizabeth, do you have any idea what
you do to me? Look at you,” he said low as his gaze cut a path of
fire over my body. His eyes flitted away from mine, his attention
dropping to caress the black lace that covered my breasts and down
my body to land on my waist.
    Even the pass of his stare left a trail of
chills in its wake.
    Christian’s tongue darted out to wet his lips,
his agile fingers tugging at the waist of my jeans. He slipped off
the couch and pulled them off, then made quick work of my panties
and bra. Watching me, he unfastened the button of his slacks and
slowly lowered his zipper. He pushed them down, stepping from his
slacks and boxers, revealing every inch of this man’s perfection.
My eyes traveled his length. The lust that curled in my stomach
sank, pooled as it throbbed between my legs.
    Pulling the soft fleece blanket from the back
of the couch, he flung it out and wrapped it around his shoulders.
Slowly he slid back over me and completely draped us with it, the
light fabric concealing us in its cover, enveloping us, our bodies
and spirits caged.
    I writhed.
    Christian prodded my knees apart as he settled
back over me, his face intense, the blue of his eyes all afire in
this passion that would never let us go.
    “I love you, Elizabeth,” he whispered with his
attention locked on mine.
    In the same second, he locked his grip on the
outside of my thigh. His erection slipped along my center, teasing,
taunting, tempting.
    “Love you more than