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lips brushed hers as he spoke.
    She nodded before she could even think about it. She did trust him. She trusted him with her life, her heart and soul…
    He turned his attention back to getting her naked, his gaze heating every inch of skin he exposed. He further warmed her by following each hot gaze with a touch. And then a kiss. She’d long ago learned that his patience and endless attention to detail carried over to the bedroom. He liked to touch and kiss, everything. A
lot
. He could spend hours loving her body, driving her to the point of madness and beyond.
    His mouth on hers, he trailed his fingers across her breasts. She clenched her stomach and arched her back for more.
    But he changed direction and headed south. South worked. Except she was already gasping for more and he still had his clothes on. As if reading her mind, he slid off the bed and stripped, quickly and efficiently, which didn’t mean her tongue wasn’t on the ground at the sight of him, hard. Perfect.
    Seeing her expression, he smiled a just-for-you smile as he crawled up her body. He knew exactly what he did to her, and he liked it. “Kiss me,” she demanded, wrapping her arms around his neck.
    His mouth immediately covered hers, warm and sure. His hands were just as warm and sure, moving over her body, alternately making her sigh in pleasure and cry out for more. She got lost in the sensations, unable to think or worry, or even remember the reasons she’d held back from him. Why had she resisted this, resisted him, knowing that this was what had been waiting for her?
    His arm slid beneath her, yanking her even closer to him. Eager for just that, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her need for him stronger than anything she’d ever experienced, stronger than anything she’d ever believed could exist. And that’s when she remembered why she’d tried to hold back.
Because she loved him
. Irrevocably. Ripping her mouth from his, she gasped in air, the emotions battering her, searing through her chest.
    “Trust me,” he whispered again, and then those lips dragged down her throat, over a collarbone to her breast. His tongue laved her nipple before his teeth gently closed around it, biting, creating a shock of desire that took over the space where all the panic was sitting in her chest. “Ian—”
    His mouth was busy, working his way to her other breast, and then down her belly. Nibbling at a hip, he then nudged his way between her thighs. “Mmm,” he said, and stroked her with his tongue.
    It was all she could do not to scream. At that moment, he could have done anything, asked anything of her. But he didn’t. He never did. He only gave.
    She flipped him. Or she tried. She knew he only rolled over because she wanted him to, allowing her to press him to the mattress. Then she took a tour of his body in the same way he had of hers, using her tongue, her teeth, her entire being to love him.
    He threaded his hands in her hair, tightening them into fists as he quivered beneath her, and then, when he was panting for air, her name on his breath in a half curse, half prayer, he rolled them again and slid into her.
    They both gasped then, and he dropped his forehead to hers. “This isn’t just for now,” he said, his voice thick with need and desire. His eyes bore into hers, fierce, intent. Her heart swelled, even as she promised herself she wouldn’t hold him to it, to the words he gave her in the heat of the moment. But then he said three more, which were going to be damn hard to let go of.
    “You
are
mine.”
    She shifted against him, desperate for the feel of him moving within her. “And you?” she managed.
    His gaze locked onto hers. “Babe, I’ve always been yours.”
    Her eyes filled, and all the air left her body as she arched up to meet him thrust for thrust, trying to get closer, and then closer still. But she was as close as she could get, and still she struggled, needing something, needing—
    “I love you, Mel,” he