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the violence with some difficulty. She tore away his defenses, revealed his weakness. She made him feel, damn her. He’d closed off that part of himself years ago.
    His first impression of her was gentle, innocent even. Her lips were silky, pleasantly resilient. Against his will he tasted her.
    Sweet. Musky. Feminine. He’d forgotten how good a woman could taste. His anger drained away.
    He sampled again at the nectar of her. So very long he hadn’t allowed himself this pleasure. It was like…coming home.
    She was a lush woman, but she was small against his frame. He supported his weight carefully on his left elbow, ignoring the ache under his cast. He tried to pull back to keep from crushing her, but she followed him, curling into him, kitten-like. He couldn’t bring himself to draw away from her. Everywhere she touched him he burned—his chest, his belly, his thighs. Ahh, yes. The feel of a woman.
    Memories of jungles and rebels, of death and the hunt, fell away from him like so many discarded bits of useless trivia. The razor edge of his habitual tension dulled, softened. Escape ceased to matter. Anything ceased to matter but this moment.
    One by one his senses reawakened as she called forth memories from him of man and woman together. Slowly, reluctantly, he emerged from the chrysalis he’d lived in for so long. Too late he realized the damage was done. His cocoon was pierced, light already seeping in, calling to him to come out and fly. He could no more deny its summons than the butterfly.
    Reluctantly he surrendered to their kiss, taking Annie with him, up, up into unfolding currents of air and warmth. He was exquisitely aware of the softness of her mouth, of her gossamer fragility.
    He felt her shyness in the way she hesitated, in her awkward movements. He’d caught her off guard. His training and instincts urged him to capitalize on her weakness, to press his advantage. But he restrained the hunter in himself; he let her come to him.
    She unfurled gradually beneath him, relaxing inch by inch. He massaged her neck with his right hand, kneading the knotted muscles there. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and on a sigh she gave in to the pleasure he offered.
    His breath caught in his throat, forgotten in the enjoyment of her. He renewed their kiss. She came to him readily this time, trusting without question. His mouth opened against hers, asking for—and receiving—permission to take more.
    This time she arched up into the embrace, her arms tightening around his neck. Her abandon spun him around like a carnival ride. A chuckle, or maybe a growl, rumbled in the back of his throat, and he loosed the hunter, closing in on his beautiful prey.
    His arms formed a solid cage on either side of her, and he used his weight to trap her in place. His mouth slanted across hers, his tongue plunging and exploring at will. The sheer force of his abrupt desire startled him.
    She turned her head to catch her breath, and he followed her, stalking her, granting her no escape. Surprisingly, she didn’t evade him but rather met his pursuit head-on.
    Annie gasped for air, stunned by the intensity of their kiss. This was no tentative, first-time exploration. This was lust, greed, covetousness and gluttony all at once. A single thought pierced her consciousness.
    If this is hell, let me burn here forever.
    She reveled in the surrender, gloried in the sensation of being the hunted one, weak and feminine for a change. So much of her life was spent in a man’s world, being strong, suppressing her gender, quashing her feelings in the name of professionalism. But this. This was the epitome of being female.
    She turned to her man, seeking his unyielding hardness. Seeming to understand her impulse, he drew her close in a protective gesture.
    His lips wandered across her cheekbones, her eyelids, her chin, nuzzled her ear and nibbled her neck. His mouth returned to hers, confident this time, settling upon hers in a perfect fit.
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