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like." She leaned forward and nipped his bottom lip. "And don't think just because I haven't done this before that I'm going to be all wide eyes and breathy sighs." She sank into a deep kiss, tongue sliding into his mouth to tangle with his. She pulled back, amethyst eyes glittering. "Because I'm going to give as good as I get."
    Rand laughed. She was perfect.
    She stilled, a smile curving her lips. She ran a finger over the corner of his mouth. "You should laugh more often."
    When her hands ran down his chest, tracing over his stomach, he sucked in a breath. Laughter was the last thing on his mind. Desire, swift and urgent, roared through him.
    Nudging her thighs apart, he stepped between them. They were face-to-face and he wondered if he'd ever get tired of looking at her.
    He undid the first button of her shirt. Her bared collarbone drew his attention and he ran a thumb along it. Another button and the top curve of her breasts came into view. Ravenous for her, he finished unbuttoning the shirt in quick, desperate moves.
    The shirt slid off her shoulders, catching on her elbows. His hands moved up her ribs, under her breasts, and he cupped them, weighing them in his palms. She murmured and arched her back.
    "Beautiful." He lowered his head to one taut peak. He tugged at her nipple, catching it between his teeth.
    "Rand." Her hands pulled at his hair. "More."
    He switched to the other breast, never once taking his lips off her skin. She tasted like she smelled--fresh and sexy. He laved his tongue over her and used his mouth and teeth until she was writhing.
    When he felt fingers at the waistband of his jeans, flicking open the top button and working down his zipper, he tensed. Air hissed through his teeth.
    "I want to touch you," she murmured. Long, slim fingers freed him and wrapped around his hard length.
    He groaned against her shoulder. "Touch me. Whatever you want, take it."
    Her hands slid down him, then back up. Torture.
    "Big, like the rest of you." There was a smile in her words.
    He growled and pressed his face against her neck. Her pulse beat against his lips and he licked her skin there. Her tormenting fingers skimmed the head of his erection.
    "I want to taste you." She shifted to slide off the railing, but he stopped her.
    "Sweetheart, you go anywhere near me with that mouth of yours and I'm not going to last." He slid his hands to either side of her head, held her gaze to his. "I want to be inside you. I want to slide inside your snug warmth and make you come."
    Her eyes darkened and she licked her lips. "Show me." She lifted her knees to wedge against his hips, her ankles crossing behind his back.
    The night breeze rushed over them. It did little to cool the fire in Rand. He burned for this woman. She drove away the darkness, the death, the blood. She made him yearn for more than he had.
    He ran eager hands down her body, caressing and teasing. When his hand dipped between her thighs, past dark curls, he found her wet and wanting.
    " Oui . Now." Her hands found his erection again and guided him to her.
    "Dominique." He leaned down and kissed her.
    She returned the hot kiss, pulled back. "I want to watch you join us."
    Her words made his body harden more. He was at the breaking point.
    He pushed her hands away, nudged her legs wider open and cupped his erection in one hand. Her gaze was glued to him, a flush riding her cheekbones.
    When he stroked himself, he heard her excited sigh. When he moved forward and pressed the head of his erection to her soft folds, a small cry broke from her lips.
    "Watch," he groaned. Then he pushed inside her.
    Her back arched. Her hands scrambled at his shoulders, nails raking over his skin. "Yes, Rand."
    She was tight, wet. A deep groan wrenched from him. He met her thin barrier and ruthlessly pushed past it. She cried out again, but pleasure underscored the sound.
    With a final thrust he was seated in her, deep as he could go. Her gaze met his, her lips trembling.
    Damn, if he'd