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her completely. Despite the orgasm he’d just given her, her body responded again, sensations cascading through her.
    Killian paused, bracing on his hands and looking deep into her eyes. “I love you, Lexie. You are my heart.”
    “I love you, too.
    She never tired of hearing him say it, or saying it back to him.
    With his gaze focused on hers, his eyes darkened to ebony with passion, he let out a deep breath and began the steady motion that would take them both where they wanted to be. In and out. Back and forth. And all the time he talked to her in that low, guttural tone that turned her on so much, telling her all the things he wanted to do to her for the rest of their lives.
    The climax roared through her with sharp suddenness, her body stiffening, the walls of her sex gripping his shaft.
    “Now,” he growled. “Let it happen, Lexie.”
    And she did, giving herself over to the intense spasms shaking her as if her body was in the grip of a giant fist. She convulsed over and over, nothing existing except her and this man who was her world and the intensity of the orgasm that joined them.
    He held her through the aftershocks, catching most of his weight on his forearms, then peppering her face with soft kisses.
    “I never want to lose this,” he said at last. “This, with you, everything, is so incredible.”
    “Me, either,” she whispered. “And we won’t.”
    Putting her arms around him and pulling his sweat-slicked body tightly to hers, she deliberately squashed the tiny thread of unease trying to wriggle its way into her brain. Nothing, nothing , would ever destroy what the two of them had together. She’d make sure of it.
     

Chapter Three
     
    They were both up early in the morning, despite the stresses of the day before and the absolutely incredible but exhausting sex of the previous night. Killian interviewed prospects for ranch hands while Lexie worked a full day at Heart Starter. He’d thought about what he wanted to say all the while he showered, while he dressed, and while he fixed their coffee. Now, when he sat down at the table with her, he carried the envelope from the Savannah Art Show Committee, dropping it on the surface between them. It was dumb luck he’d been the one to take the mail in the day it came. Otherwise, lord only knew if she’d have said anything to him.
    Lexie stared at it as if it might bite her.
    “Are you ever going to open it?” he asked at last.
    She shrugged. “Maybe, although I’m sure it’s a very polite rejection.”
    “You won’t know until you look.”
    He wished he could infuse her with the kind of self-confidence she lacked where her art was concerned. He knew she’d never completely recovered from the disaster of her last art show in Savannah. A fellow artist, who she’d thought her friend then her love, had quite literally stolen the show from her. With family wealth behind him, he’d bought off two of the judges and persuaded them to award the prize and the contract for an individual show to him instead. Worse, he’d created a false romantic relationship with her to throw her off her guard. She’d fled Savannah and never looked back.
    Killian was aware of and respected the courage it took for her to begin to paint again. He might not be an art connoisseur, but he thought her work damn fucking good. He just wished he could encourage her to take that next step forward. He watched her now as she sipped her coffee, staring at the envelope.
    “I guess I should probably open it,” she said at last.
    “It might be good news.”
    “Yeah, right.” She twisted her lips in a grimace. “It’s called the Emerging Artists Exhibit. I’m sure they think I’m long past that designation.”
    “Maybe not.” He shrugged. “You never actually exhibited or sold any of your art, so don’t you still fit that description?”
    “There are only one hundred slots in the show,” she reminded him. “They fill up fast, so I’ve probably already missed