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her. She was his and this part of her was for him alone.
    He would never share her! Never.
    He ran his tongue over her, delighting in her moans and sighs. In the taste of her body, hot and moist against his starving tongue.
    â€œPlease,” she begged. “I can’t stand any more.”
    He nipped her tender flesh. “Oh, yes, you can, my love. I’ve only started with you.”
    Deciding he had tortured the two of them enough for the moment, he moved to nibble the sensitive flesh of her hip. She buried her hand in his hair. He delighted in the feel of her hands on his scalp.
    More hurriedly than before, he kissed his way up her body until he could bury his lips in the hollow of her throat.
    He held her tightly against him, reveling in the feel of her naked flesh against his, the feel of her tight nipples burning into his chest.
    Catherine lifted one leg up to cup him to her as she arched her body against him, needing desperately to be closer to his heat. His lips burned her throat. She rubbed her hips against his in a silent plea for him to have mercy on her and to squelch the fire scorching her from the inside out.
    To her chagrin, he pulled back. Then he took her hands in his and braced them on the frame of the mirror as he moved to stand behind her.
    She met his lustful, hot gaze in the mirror. Never had she seen such a look of love and lust intermingled. His breathing ragged, he whispered to her, “I want to see you see me take you.”
    And then with one powerful stroke he drove himself up inside her. She sucked her breath in sharply at the feel of his fullness stroking her.
    â€œOh, yes, Michael, yes!” she cried out.
    O’Connell thought he would perish at the sound of his name on her lips while she surrendered herself to him.
    At that moment, he knew what paradise meant. Nothing could ever be more pleasurable than being with the woman he loved, hearing her sighs, and feeling her body from the inside out.
    â€œShow me,” he said in her ear. “Show me that you remember me.”
    She hesitated only an instant before she lifted herself on her tiptoes, drawing her body up to the tip of his shaft. Just as he was sure she’d drive him out, she dropped herself back against him, wringing a deep-seated moan of pleasure from him. He ground his teeth in the bittersweet torture of her milking his body with hers.
    To hell with dreams! he thought rabidly. They were nothing compared to this reality. To the true feeling of her body sliding against his.
    Catherine smiled at the look of ecstasy on his face as she watched him in the mirror. Unabashed, she gave him what he wanted and took what she needed. Perspiration broke out on his forehead as he met her gaze in the glass.
    She could feel her body starting to teeter, to spiral to the pinnacle only he had ever shown her.
    But before she would go there, she wanted something else from him. She delivered one last, long stroke to him, then paused.
    He arched a questioning brow.
    â€œDid you ever remember me?” she asked.
    â€œEvery minute of every hour. I’ve never stopped wanting you.”
    The sincerity in his gaze told her he spoke the truth. Joy spread through her as she again rocked herself against him, then pulled away.
    He looked at her questioningly.
    â€œI want to hold you when it happens.”
    Unwilling to make the short distance to the bed, he laid her down on the floor and again entered her.
    Catherine moaned at the sensation of him thrusting between her legs as she encircled his body with hers. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she ran her hands down his spine and cupped his buttocks to her, urging him on. Her pleasure mounted higher and higher until she felt herself slipping again.
    This time she let herself teeter over the edge.
    Crying out, she shook as tremors of pure pleasure tore through her.
    Still he thrusted, deepening her ecstasy until he threw his head back and cried out as well.
    With a contented