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her touch.
    â€œSay the words now, Ceana,” he said. “A few minutes from now and I won’t be able to let you go.”
    She wasn’t a frightened miss. She’d been married seven years to a man she loved. Desire had never been a stranger to her. She knew passion, felt joy in her husband’s arms.
    Until this moment she’d never thought to feel that again. Until this man kissed her she’d thought to live her life with only memories of those times.
    The choice was hers whether to go or to stay. Just as the choice to come here had been hers. He hadn’t come to her room. He hadn’t cajoled or attempted to convince her. She’d made this decision alone, just as she made the next one to remain.
    She looked up to find him smiling again, the expression at odds with the intensity of his gaze.
    Her hands trailed up his back, wound around to the back of his neck, pulling his head gently down.
    â€œKiss me,” she said.
    How quickly he obeyed.
    Take me.
    Would he do that as well?
    He placed his hands on her waist, lifted her as if she weighed nothing and stretched her out before him on the mattress.
    Bending, he placed a kiss on each shoulder. His mouth traced a path from between her breasts before kissing his way up the slope of one to place a tender kiss on one nipple, then the other. He kissed his way down her body to her navel, his tongue darting out to taste her. His hands stroked up her legs, his mouth and fingers meeting at the junction of her thighs.
    Suddenly he was kneeling between her legs, his hands beneath her buttocks lifting her for his mouth. When she would have protested, he slowly slid a finger inside her, teasing her even further.
    She wanted more. She wanted him to stop. No, please, never stop.
    She bit her bottom lip to silence her moans as he flicked his tongue against her.
    â€œPlease,” she said, without meaning to speak.
    He didn’t answer, only continued with his delight-­filled torment.
    Tentacles of need spread through her body, each one carrying fire. Her hips arched as she planted her feet on the mattress, arching her hips toward him. Her heart was racing. Her breath was tight.
    â€œPlease,” she said again.
    He only smiled and separated her with his thumbs, another finger gently entering her. She didn’t want his fingers; she wanted him. She wanted him to fill her, ease the emptiness.
    Her mind scattered as she exploded in a shattering climax of wonder and delight.
    Long minutes later she blinked open her eyes.
    His gentle smile summoned her own.
    She reached up, gripped his arms with her hands and pulled him to her.
    He entered her gently. She closed her eyes, startled at the sensation. She wanted him again. Needed him. In moments she was overwhelmed by passion, unable to separate all the various pleasure points in her body.
    â€œCeana,” he said, breathing her name on a sigh as he surged into her.
    Her hands gripped his upper arms as the tension built.
    Over and over he surged into her, pressing her up against the headboard. One arm reached under her and lifted her effortlessly to him. To her surprise and delight, she climaxed again.
    Seconds later he erupted, his cry mingling with hers.
    She held him close, feeling his heart beating wildly against her. Turning her head, she pressed her lips against his bristly cheek.
    The rapid beat of his heart made her smile, feeling oddly victorious.
    Her fingers and toes tingled. Bliss filled her, blessedly deadening the voice of her conscience.
    S he hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Or to wake up cuddled against him, his arm over her waist, his hand flat against her breasts.
    His erection cradled her bottom and she knew the exact moment he was awake.
    â€œI have to leave,” she said. A hint he shouldn’t expect anything further, especially since his erection was growing. She scooted out of the way, her smile broadening when he chuckled.
    â€œIt’s dawn,” he said.