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at times, could be very hard to resist. Zach, at times, could have some very strange powers over her. He could make her believe that there was nothing more important than this instant in time, nothing more important than the feel of his lips on hers. His kiss was hungry, very softly, sensually lustful. The last lingering tension ebbed away in slow motion. His lips seared hers in an intimate stamp of possession, and only when her body seemed to go limp did the pressure of his mouth slowly lessen.
    He drew back, his finger seductively trailing the line of her jaw. “You have,” he whispered, “thirty-two seconds to get outside and take your clothes off.”
    She wasted ten of those seconds getting out of the truck, and then dawdled away an awful lot of time watching him unfold the blanket. She was smiling as he spread the blanket on the tall grasses next to the pond. He loved that smile, would happily have done cartwheels to banish the pinched look around her eyes that had haunted her since her mother’s call. Bett was so rarely moody. Given any chance at all, she squeezed the joy from life, and shared it.
    Whatever anxiety she was feeling, they would handle it. At the moment, he just wanted to see the mischievous spark back in her eyes. He wasn’t disappointed. He paused briefly to study his wife appreciatively. She was wearing an old yellow T-shirt of his; its shoulder seams flopped almost to her elbows, its hem barely covered her fanny, and not a bump of a breast showed in the folds of fabric. Her old jeans led down to bare feet. His lady was at her sexiest, nonetheless. Softness was the issue. The softness of silky yellow hair by moonlight, the soft pastel of the T-shirt, the softer glow of her skin.
    He unbuttoned and pushed off her jeans himself, since she was being so damned slow. She raised her arms; he tugged off the T-shirt.
    It was Bett’s turn to watch when she’d settled on the blanket. Zach’s profile was outlined against the night sky, and a shiver of anticipation raced down her spine. Zach was all dark gold, his chest smooth and sculpted, strength and control part of his body, part of his every movement. He tossed his shirt on the grass, then slowly slid his belt from its belt loops, facing her. When he unsnapped the single button on his jeans, the small sound seemed to echo crazily in the night. In a moment, he’d skimmed off the pants, and moved toward her in the darkness, naked and tall.
    A primitive shudder trembled through her body and refused to stop. How could she ever have thought Zach could survive cooped up in an office? He belonged here with the woods behind him, the wind ruffling his hair, the earth close. During the day, Zach was often friend, always husband, and at any hour lover. At night Zach was mate, and the word connoted for Bett a very secret, primal facet to loving that she’d never understood before knowing him. Some wild creatures chose their mates for life. Zach always gave her that feeling when he came to her, that he would claim what was his, that he would protect as well as take, that he would possess at a level far more complex than just the sexual one.
    She felt all of that as he slid down next to her. His skin was so cool. She felt surrounded by the sweetness of grass and darkness. His eyes locked on hers, and then traveled down, an appraisal of her nakedness that curled her toes, a slow caress of sight instead of touch. His head bent over her, and his lips dosed first on one breast, then the other. Bett arched beneath him, her hands sliding down over the smooth, firm flesh of his back. His tongue flicked delicately on one nipple, and an involuntary whimpering sound emerged from her throat.
    Zach stole that sound in a kiss that shared tastes they both knew well. Never, never well enough. The hunger was so very sweet, a secret rush of sheer pleasure that came from knowing exactly what Zach could do with his lips and hands and his body joined with hers. Her breath quickened;