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had together.
    “Sam,” he rasped. “You’re mine.”
    His words sent a thrill through her, tempered with anxiety. Did she want to belong to him? Hell, yes , a small voice whispered. Another voice urged caution. He could break her heart.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    LIGHT TEASED AIDEN’S EYELIDS , rousing him from the best sleep he’d had in a long time. He opened his eyes. The light came from the bedside lamp. The power was back. Not that he cared. Sam was back. He didn’t care about anything other than her curled beside him, her lush body warm against his. This time she hadn’t run off, but of course, she couldn’t run.
    Would she have if there’d been no storm?
    Had she made love with him because she truly desired him, or was he just convenient like before? He didn’t want to be a convenience. He looked down at her smooth-skinned face, at the high cheekbones, slightly tilted eyes, and full lips. In sleep, she looked peaceful and vulnerable. He lifted strands of hair away from her face with his forefinger, and his chest tightened.
    As a teenager, he’d noticed the sadness in her beautiful eyes. Even when she’d smiled, the melancholy that clung to her never went completely away. As far back as he could remember, he’d wanted to kiss her soft, generous mouth and make the sadness disappear. Whenever he’d seen her, first in school, then at his bar, he’d done his best to coax smiles from her. Each time she smiled he’d lost a little bit more of his heart.
    Now she was his, for a while at least. She stirred and he kissed the tip of her nose. When she opened her incredible eyes—bedroom eyes—his heart lurched. “Good morning, Sam.”
    She smiled, and his heart jumped again. “Morning.” She looked over at the lamp. “Power’s on.”
    “We can pretend it’s still off and spend the day in bed keeping each other warm.”
    She blushed and averted her eyes, making him wonder if in the cold light of morning she regretted what they’d done. When she looked back at him with desire in her eyes, he released his breath.
    She reached out to touch his face. “Staying in bed all day sounds divine. I’ve never done that before, never wanted to. Until now.” Her low voice held a touch of wonder.
    Smiling, he gathered her to him and held her close.
    After several minutes, she pulled away and sat up. Her movements made the bedcovers slip off, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. He sucked in a ragged breath. Her nipples pebbled. His cock grew harder.
    She rubbed a hand over his chest, her movements almost reverent. Her smile hesitant, she said, “I want you.”
    He laughed softly. “Have me.”
    “I will.”
    Without taking her gaze from his, she pushed the bedcovers farther back and knelt on the mattress. Her eyes, hungry and hot, skimmed his body. “You really are a beautiful man.”
    With a low chuckle, he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her atop him.
    Her eyes widened before she leaned over him, trailing her fingers lightly over his chest. Her scent, roses mixed with the musk of their lovemaking, enveloped him. Her black hair swung around her heart-shaped face. She looked wild, a sex goddess come to life. Desire glazed her eyes. Desire for him.
    Her warm, satiny skin seared him. He wanted her like he’d never wanted another woman. Part of him feared that if he lost her again no other woman would ever satisfy him.
    Sam bent and kissed him, sliding her tongue over the seam of his lips. He opened for her. He would give her everything she wanted. Their tongues stroked each other in an erotic dance, stirring him with desire so consuming he thought he’d die from it.
    She released his mouth to nibble his neck and kiss a sizzling path to his chest. His rock hard cock throbbed, straining for release. He cupped her buttocks, pressing his fingers into her flesh, his body and soul on fire.
    When she took one of his hardened nipples into her mouth, he growled her name. She looked up. “You like?” she asked in