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didn’t know her world had shifted on its axis. The next step was pivotal in the way her life would be from this moment on.
    In the dark, he reached up and smoothed the hair back from her face, somehow finding her lips and kissing her gently. For an instant she froze, and then she kissed him back, with all the passion she could summon. This was something she didn’t want to run from. Which was what she had been doing for the last few years of her life. He had to be right. They could make this work. She shouldn’t have to choose between a career and her mate.
    “Promise me we’ll work this out. That you won’t make me do anything I don’t want to, just because we’re mates.”
    “I promise. I’d promise you the moon if I could reach it and pluck it from the sky. But I can’t so let’s just stick to what I can promise you. Is that OK?” His voice was quiet, filled with emotion and hope.
    She lifted her face to his and kissed him again, her hand slipping down between their bodies to stroke his cock. Already hard, he stiffened further as she stroked him, feeling brave as her hand slid up and down his hard length. He groaned and pressed forward into her hand, encouraging her.
    Then he placed his hand on hers and stopped her. “I want to be inside you, Ciara. I want to feel you warm and tight around me.”
    She swallowed her panic. This was the right thing to do, she kept telling herself; she wanted this. But the more she told herself this, the more she wondered if it was just her horse trying to persuade her to be with her mate, for purely carnal reasons, than because it was the right thing for her . But he had promised.
    Taking control, she undid his zipper and then his button to push his jeans off his thighs. Her hand brushed his hardness and panic threatened her. But she swallowed it down, this was right; she knew if she ran away now she would always be wondering what if .
    Once he was naked from the waist down, he sat up and pulled his shirt off, discarding it to one side. With fingers that she was sure trembled as they worked, he undid the buttons of her shirt. Pushing it back from her shoulders to reveal her breasts, swollen with arousal, threatening to spill out of her bra. But of course, he couldn’t see, so instead he used another sense.
    Touch. His fingers traced along the edge of her bra, sending tendrils of desire flaring out across her skin. Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the soft flesh that swelled over the top of the cups, and her skin felt as though it rose to meet him, wanting to be in contact with his mouth as he left butterfly kisses along her breasts. All the time his finger inched towards the clasp that contained her soft curves. Then he undid it, and she spilled forward, her nipple caught immediately in his hungry mouth.
    Jolts of pleasure coursed through her. All signals shooting down to the place where her thighs joined, the place where her clit throbbed. Ryan rolled his tongue over the taut bud, and then sucked it in sharply. Ciara drew her knees up in response, wanting to find comfort from the onslaught of pleasure he was unleashing on her.
    But he placed his thigh over hers and instead pushed his fingers back inside her sex, massaging her inner walls, bringing her arousal back to fever pitch. Then he made his move, slipping between her thighs, his cock pressing against her thigh, and then he guided himself towards her sex, the head pressing against her outer lips.
    She opened for him, although she wanted to close up, to stop him from taking her. Would it hurt, would he be rough with her, controlling? With her fingertips, she reached out and touched his face, feeling the roughness of the evening stubble on his chin. She caressed his lips, her thumbs brushing them, following their contour and wondering at the fullness of them.
    He leaned forward and kissed her lips, while he pushed inside her. She gasped against him, but he pushed deeper, filling her for the first time. Slowly