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and claimed the bare skin of her stomach, her hips, her back.
Her flesh was of the softest silk, more than he'd ever imagined even in his
dreams. It was pure and elemental, as if it were born of the spring earth after
a cleansing rain. She was the gift of light that he'd been craving his whole
life, the beauty of that moment where life suddenly takes on meaning.
    He broke the kiss and trailed his
mouth down her neck, over her breastbone. Then he tugged her collar aside and
pressed his lips to the swell of her breasts.
    "Oh, God." Catherine's
head clunked against the wall, as she leaned back, gripping Ian's shoulder as
he took her nipple into his mouth. Her body shook, and her fingers dug in as he
bit the taut peak.
    The intensity of her response ricocheted
through him, and suddenly he couldn't hold back any longer. "I need
you," he growled as he kissed her again, as his hands covered her body,
touching her everywhere, learning her curves and her shapes, noting her
reaction to every touch he made. "I need to be inside you."
    "Not here," she gasped.
"Anyone could walk through that door—"
    "Fuck the door."
He called out one of his weapons with a flash and a crack of black light, then
slammed it into the door, jamming the hinge. "It's just us now."
    Catherine's green eyes widened,
desire blazing in them. "I can't believe you just did that."
    "You mind?" He pressed
his hips against hers, driving his erection into her belly as he ravished her
mouth with more kisses, not bothering to give her a chance to respond—
    Her fingers went to his waistband,
and he swore as she unbuttoned his jeans and slipped her hand inside them.
"Hell," he gasped as her hand closed around his cock. "What are
you doing?"
    "I don't even know," she
whispered, her voice throaty and raw as she stroked him with a carnal innocence
that nearly shredded the last vestiges of his self-control. "I've never
felt like this before."
    "Shit, woman, if you felt this
for another guy, I think it would tear my heart right out of my damn
body." Ian ripped at the button on her jeans and yanked them down, tearing
them off her feet with a fierceness that he'd never felt before. He'd never
needed anything the way he needed to be inside her. His entire soul was
straining at its boundaries, desperate to be released into her, to claim her as
his and connect them so tightly that she'd never be able to leave him again.
    He shoved her up against the wall
and kissed her again as he wrapped his hand around her left thigh and lifted
her leg over his hip. Her skin was so smooth, but it was burning with a heat
that matched the fire raging within him. He slipped his fingers inside her, and
swore when he felt how ready she was. "Jesus, Catherine—"
    "Ian," she gasped, as she
writhed from his invasion, her hips moving almost violently, as if she were as
unable to contain her response to him as he was unable to stop himself from
reacting to her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and he attacked her mouth
again, kissing her so fiercely it was almost violent.
    She grabbed his head and kissed him
back, her leg tight around his hip as if she could yank him closer and deeper,
as if his fingers plunged deep inside her couldn't begin to satisfy her. Damn
good thing, because it wasn't enough for him either. "I need to be inside
you," he whispered between kisses. "Now."
    "God, yes."
    Rightness roared through him, and
Ian grabbed her other leg and locked them around his hips. He broke the kiss,
pulling back enough to see her face. Her eyes opened and she locked gazes with him.
"I want you to know this is me," he said as he grabbed her hips and
adjusted them so he was pressing against her entrance. "You and me,
Catherine. You and me. Got it?"
    She nodded, her breath coming fast
and shallow, her hands digging into his shoulder. "You and me."
    "Say my name." He needed
to connect them, to lock them down, to bind them so tightly that she couldn't
get away from him again. He pressed harder against her