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late.
    Speaking of too late, his own breath caught as her hand reached between them and circled his cock. The touch was tentative, but somehow, all the more sexy because she was unsure … because she wanted to prove to him that she could please him.
    She had, she was—and he was in more trouble than he ever fucking thought possible.
    “Harder,” he urged, and she smiled, and fuck, it was beautiful. She stroked and he kissed and his hand remained just above her clavicle.
    You could do it, if you had to , he tried to tell himself.
    But tonight, he didn’t have to and so he let his hand trail down to her breast instead.
    “This isn’t all that fair—me naked and you fully clothed,” he told her.
    She bit her bottom lip, and then, “Maybe you should do something about that.”
    “I plan to.” As much as he didn’t want her hands to leave him, he wanted her naked more, and so he caught her wrist and she blushed and moved her hand. He got to his knees for a second, used his teeth to pull her tank top over her breasts. They were perfect—small, with rose-colored nipples that were already taut. He suckled one, hard, felt her jump against him and then sigh with pleasure.
    It spurred him onward, his fingers tugging at the free nipple, pulling it to a stiff peak as his mouth worked the other. Her hands moved along his shoulders, wound through his damp hair as the storm intensified. The room was nearly dark, save for the portable lantern on the dresser across the room, and the sharp sounds of hail let him know they were safe, for tonight, from the outside world.
    He eased her low-slung pajama bottoms down, his hands running along her hips as he pushed the fabric far enough for her to kick it off, making sure to take off her bikini underwear as well, and then he gazed at her naked body.
    Mine .
    It was the only word that came to mind, a sharp, biting sensation following in the pit of his stomach as his eyes caught on the scar—thin, reddish-pink and raised, maybe ten inches running on a diagonal across her abdomen toward her left side. He sucked in a breath, because he’d forgotten, because he hated to see the remnants of how much pain she’d had to endure.
    This woman was as much of a survivor as he was.
    He traced the scar with his finger and she froze in his arms. When he glanced back up, she looked so raw and vulnerable, like she was ready to shield her body from his with her arms, to crawl under the sheets.
    He murmured, “It’s okay. You’re beautiful.”
    “I’m already naked—you don’t have to give me compliments.”
    “I don’t say anything I don’t mean, Sky—that’s one thing you need to learn about me,” he told her before he dragged his finger lower, to dip between her legs. Her sex was wet and hot, and her eyes closed at the contact, even as she held her breath for a few seconds.
    She was so serious in her pleasure, as if she hadn’t felt any in a long time and wasn’t sure how to react anymore.
    But when he entered her with first one finger and then two, her eyes widened, her breath quickened. He used the pad of his thumb to caress the swollen bundle of nerves at the same time, forcing her hips to rock to his rhythm. “Beautiful.”
    She shook her head, as if refusing to listen to his words. She bit her bottom lip as he stroked and caressed the delicate flesh, and she was so close to orgasm. Looked so hot getting there that he knew he would make her come a second time … and a third.
    How it would feel once he was fully inside of her.
    There was no turning back—his way out from Gabriel’s grasp was just outside his grasp. Or in it. Under it …
    How had this gotten so fucking far in so short a period of time?
    “Cam!” Her sharp cry broke his reverie, unfettered by hate or the mission.
    “This is mine,” he heard himself mutter thickly before he could help himself, the blood pounding behind his eyes as if he was the one ready to orgasm. He suckled a nipple and felt the first