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like she would never let him go. She wept heart-wrenching sobs.
    “Please, Paige.” His voice trembled. “Don’t cry.” His eyes stung, his tears joining hers.
    She felt so right in his arms, even better than he had remembered. He buried his face into her hair and inhaled the familiar scent of her perfume. Sultry jasmine and something fruity surrounded him like a blanket. “I’ve missed you so much,” he admitted shamelessly. “Every night—every day.”
    The need to kiss her was overwhelming. He captured her lips with a hunger that scared him. His lips opened hers and his tongue plunged deep, searching and pushing against hers. She whimpered, the soft sound more of a cry than a moan. She tasted so fucking hot, a fire inside his soul that a mere caress could not extinguish.
    “Love you,” he murmured against her lips. Would he ever be able to convince her of the depth of his love? He kissed her frantically. A rough growl left his throat as his mouth slanted across hers again.
    His unsteady steps drove her backward, pinning her against the cool glass door. Their bodies pressed together felt amazing.
    She mewled, and he captured her mouth with another kiss.
    The urge to strip her naked and take her now like he had dreamt of for so many nights was strong. Blood rushed to his groin, the heat shooting all the way to his head. His thoughts whirled. Over and over, he stabbed his tongue in and out of her mouth, while he mimicked the actions with his hips, seeking relief that didn’t come. Instead he grew impossibly harder, his cock pressed angrily against his zipper. The only way to ease the ache would be to make love to her right here, right now.
    She gasped, but her cry was muffled by his starving mouth. His lips moved over hers, his tongue skimming her soft palate. When she tugged at his T-shirt, a shiver raced up his back.
    She jerked away, breaking their embrace. Her eyes were dark with desire. “I need you, Nathan. Make love to me.”
    Briefly, he closed his eyes and tried to hold on to what was left of his control. “I’ve waited a lifetime to hear you say that.”
    He took the flower from her hand and placed it on the glass table. When he returned he undid the sash of her robe. Skin like silk met his palms as he smoothed the garment off her shoulders. The air in his lungs caught at the sight of her. To his delight she wore nothing beneath the cover-up.
    Firm breasts. Sensuous curves. She was perfection.
    Dammit. His hands shook as he reached for her. She came willingly, even eagerly, into his embrace, which made him quiver with excitement. He trailed a path of kisses down her neck into the valley of her breasts. The feminine scent of her skin made him drunk with desire. His arousal intensified as small bumps formed on her areolas. Rapid breathing forced her voluminous breasts to rise and fall, again and again.
    “You’re beautiful.” There wasn’t much more to say, but he found himself continuing. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?” His fingertips danced across a nipple that grew taut. He squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger. She trembled in response and arched into his caress.
    “Nathan. Please.”
    “What do you want, baby?”
    “Shirt. Take it off.”
    Even if he had wanted to he couldn’t refuse her. He needed her as badly as she appeared to hunger for him. In one swift move he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside to join her robe on the marble floor.
    The second he leaned in and their chests touched it felt like fire surged through his veins. She was a living flame lighting the lonely corners of his life these past five years had darkened.
    Caressing her neck with his mouth, teeth and tongue, he moved his hands down her back. “You feel so good.” A raspy groan pushed from her lips as his hands glided lower to feel the soft mounds of her ass. “I’ve missed you so much.”
    “I need you inside me,” she whispered in his ear. The seduction in her voice made