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voice shook. “I want you again, Aiden.”
    “And you’ll have me.”
    He rolled her onto her back and leaned over her, then took her face between his hands. She stared into his eyes, hooded and dark, as they searched hers. “Trust me?” he asked.
    She could only nod.
    He smiled, then skimmed a kiss on her waiting lips before moving his attention to her breasts. He suckled and fondled, testing their weight, pushing them together and flicking his tongue over her cleavage. His hands and mouth and eyes worshipped her. “Beautiful.”
    He seared her with his kisses, weaving a scorching path down her stomach to lave her belly button. Sam tangled her fingers in his thick hair and gyrated her hips, her core ablaze. When his mouth pressed against the curls at her apex, she tightened her grip on his hair.
    His fingers separated her slick folds, then his tongue followed, dipping into her. Sam pressed his head closer, desperate for more.
    His tongue found her bud. At the electrifying sensation, Sam clutched the sheets, wild, crazed with the feel of his power. Aiden’s tongue darted in and out again and again until she was a writhing mass of need. Her climax built like waves pounding the shore until she cried out his name, tossed into a sensual storm where nothing mattered but Aiden and the explosive satisfaction only he could give her.
    He held her until she stopped trembling. When he kissed her gently, she slipped her tongue into his mouth, feeling his silkiness, tasting herself on him.
    Aiden released her and propped himself on his elbows, looking down at her. “Give me a minute.”
    He slid off the bed and left the room. Cool air whispered over her exposed skin. She reached for the comforter and sheet and pulled them over her, then squeezed her eyes shut, missing his closeness.
    At his soft footsteps seconds later, she opened her eyes. He stood before her in all his naked glory, his penis hard and thick.
    “You’re beautiful,” she whispered.
    Holding a foil-wrapped packet, he sat on the edge of the bed, quickly unwrapped the packet, and rolled on protection. Then he was beside her again. He covered them both with the bedclothes and gathered her into his arms.
    “Make love to me, Aiden,” she said.
    He positioned himself over her. The bedcovers slipped down to his waist. She spread her legs, inviting him to take possession.
    “Sam, I’ve waited so long.” The slight quiver in his voice touched her soul.
    He sheathed himself inside her with agonizing slowness, moving back and forth until she felt mad with want. She pulled his head down and kissed him with an urgency that frightened her. She needed this man.
    In one quick thrust he was all the way inside, his cock pressing against her womb. He plunged hard and deep, faster and faster. She wrapped her legs around his hips and matched every thrust, lost in his heat, his masculinity and her own potent hunger. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes. No man had ever possessed her so completely. The thought knotted her insides with a mixture of fear and excitement.
    They rocked together. Consumed by the powerful storm raging between them, Sam forgot the storm outside. Her climax exploded on a tidal wave of sensation that took her breath.
    Aiden shuddered with his own climax and cried out her name. He held her tightly for a few minutes. Bracing himself on his elbows, he looked down at her with soft, dark eyes and rained tender kisses on her face and the corners of her mouth.
    He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him, then covered them with the bedclothes. He cupped her face. In the semi-darkness his eyes reflected desire, passion, and something else, something that met an answering need deep inside her.
    Her passion for him frightened her, yet another part of her gloried in it. He made her feel alive, desirable, sexy. Somehow he made her feel complete. She was afraid to question why, to delve too deeply because of what she might find, to think beyond this time they