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stooped to catch her up in his arms and carry her to the shore. Embarrassingly aware that she had spoken no more than the truth, Selena felt her cheeks flood with color. She shut her eyes as he strode with her a few paces up the beach and kept them shut as he laid her down gently and stretched out beside her, his weight supported on one elbow.
    He paused for a moment to survey Selena: her pale skin gleaming in the moonlight, her silver tresses spilling over her shoulders to accentuate the soft rise and fall of her breasts.
    “No, not a Seawitch,” Kyle murmured, pushing a silken strand of hair back from her face. “A
Moonwitch.
” Then he bent and captured her lips again, while he moulded her breasts in his palms.
    His hands were large and callused, vital and strong with life. As they gently stroked her, Selena stirred restlessly. The sand beneath her was heated, still warm from the Caribbean sun, but it was cool compared to the heat rising within her with each brush of Kyle’s fingertips. In a moment, they were moving over the rest of her body, caressing, arousing, slipping beneath the hem of her nightdress to glide up a shapely thigh and search out the center of her womanhood.
    Selena stiffened when she felt his hand between her thighs, then shuddered as his sensual fingers began exploring the yielding, warm folds of her flesh with sure mastery. Never would she have suspected that a man’s hand on that part of her body could give her such fierce pleasure or that she would respond so brazenly. Her hips were moving of their own accord, as if an ancient, primitive force were controlling her, driving her on. She wasn’t frightened, either, as perhaps she should have been when she felt his flagrant, rigid arousal pressing against her thigh, restrained only by the damp canvas fabric of his breeches. Instead, she arched against his hard, powerfully muscled body, hardly realizing that the soft whimpers she heard were coming from her own throat.
    His own voice was none too steady when he broke off his kiss to whisper, “Who would have guessed you had such fire in you?”
    As he unfastened his breeches and freed his rigid hardness, Selena opened passion-dazed eyes to stare at him. His rugged face was taut with desire, and she had the impression he was forcing himself to go slowly.
    His hands were urgent but gentle still as they slid under the soft, full curves of her bottom and lifted her to meet him. “I don’t know if…Moonwitch…it’s been too long.”
    She had some idea what to expect and so braced herself against the invasion of her flesh. Yet she couldn’t prevent a soft gasp as his maleness slowly began to fill her.
    “Damn, but you’re tight. You can’t have done this often.”
    Kyle’s ragged voice sounding so close in her ear startled her. Afraid that he might withdraw if he realized her innocence, she thrust her hips forward and at the same time slid her hands down his sinewed back to grasp his taut buttocks and pull him closer, then turned her face away to hide the pain that she knew had crossed her features.
    She heard him grunt in surprise as she took him deeper. “Easy, lady,” he rasped. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “Please… don’t stop.”
    “I couldn’t…stop if I wanted to.”
    Those hoarse words were the last he spoke for a long time as he buried himself fully in her silken warmth, intent on giving pleasure as well as taking.
    His movements were slow and controlled, as if he were forcibly restraining his great might, and Selena’s pain gave way to a burning, aching need. He was incredibly tender for so large and rugged a man, she thought, feverishly running her hands over the flexing muscles of his back.
    But it
had
been a long time since Kyle had made love to a woman. And the slender, writhing creature beneath him bore no resemblance to the cool, remote lady he had taken advantage of earlier. He felt his control snapping, like silken threads under too much strain.
    His breath