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her lips, restarting her heart with such a kick of fury, it pained. Heat infused her, ratcheting everything to an even higher level. There was a long drawn-out moan happening and he stole it with a kiss that weakened not just her knees, but every muscle in her body.
    He didn’t give her any time to assimilate any of it before shimmying his body upward slightly, sliding hard male against her, bowing about her, enclosing and protecting…and possessing. He moved the kiss to her chin, gaining a murmur from her, as he licked his way along her jaw-line. A thigh curled up, splitting her legs beneath it, while his hands moved to cradle her shoulder blades, lifting her without expending one ounce of effort. Courtney’s head lolled back, gifting her blessed space for air, as he slid his tongue to where the bandage should have been protecting her scratch.
    His body arched more and his fingers tightened, gripping fabric that hadn’t any prayer of staying whole, and then solid absolute pain hit her right in the throat. Agony raced through every portion of her, chased there by each pulse beat. Courtney stiffened in shock and surprise. Every bit of her choked cry carried it. And then something changed. Stings of sensation erupted, spurting outward from where he sucked at her neck, blurring the pain into a riot of wanton, lustful, overwhelming need. She was soaring. Thrilling.
    Courtney’s eyes slammed shut while her mouth stretched wide to let the longest, throat-tearing cry out.
    “Agapimeni.”
    Movement accompanied the gruffly whispered word, unlatching him from her neck to trail the kiss back to her lips. What felt like a razor sliced along her inner lip, paining to such a minor degree, it didn’t rate worry. There wasn’t any time before the pleasure hit again. Sweet heaven! Her body arched in reflex, planting her right against him. This time she was more than soaring. She was flying. And this time, her senses erupted with such amazing ecstasy, her entire being reveled in it.
    She was lowered back to the mattress, still gulping solid enchantment from his lips as he did hers. He settled atop her, accommodating his bulk between her split legs, and she wrapped those about him, clamping to linen-covered hips and thighs to rub all along hardness his trousers didn’t do anything to mitigate. His other hand meandered from where her neck was throbbing with remembered bliss, down her arm, taking her clothing with it. Then he was above her, in a push-up that just put masculine perfection in perfect view. That black t-shirt thing was useless as covering once a light source got behind it. It was see-through. What a waste of clothing.
    This guy should be forced to walk about shirtless. Her hands moved to mold around his pecs, supporting him while he studied her. The entire time he wasn’t breathing. He wasn’t blinking. He wasn’t doing anything other than focusing entirely on her while her heart sent every beat with force. Then he dipped his head, touched a kiss to her nose, and actually said something.
    “I am asking.”
    She was going to swoon. Literally. That had to be what the rush of ice-cold sensation portended, before it was followed by heat, and all of it chased with goose bumps that flew everywhere.
    “Asking?”
    Her whisper didn’t make sound, but it didn’t matter. He sent a look to where her hips straddled him, imprinting shivers without even touching.
    “Yes. Asking. And now…I am waiting.”
    His loins pulsed at her and then one side of his mouth lifted in a slight smile. Courtney felt her heart swoop with another physics-defying move to pound from her lower belly, where it joined the throb of need and lust and passion already there.
    “You need it…in words?” She panted through the disconnected words. “Please say…you’re joking. Come on, Dominick. Really.”
    He grinned, revealing the sheen of blood-red hued liquid as well as really sharp spikes. That just wasn’t possible. Or real. Or anything other than