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if he said anything more he’d ruin the moment. Keeping his mouth shut, he gave her a hard kiss to drive his unsaid message home, to reveal his commitment.
    His body would instead sing those words to her, would melt her heart and bring her back to him where she belonged.
    Her bottomless gaze coiled around him and made him tense to near breaking point. She dug her nails in his back like she always loved to do, lightly raking them over his skin and teasing his nerve endings. His muscles flexed as she pulled him to her.
    Capturing a swollen nipple, Dane drew in sharply until she threw her head back and cried out his name.
    A sound that urged him to fill her, so he did – he lost himself in her.
    He thrust deep, relentless because he wanted to take her high and keep her there. If he hesitated or turned too gentle, he feared he’d break the spell. And she could skitter from his grasp.
    Anticipation arced through him as he rocked back and surged forth, loving her hard and fast.
    He wished to give her so much more pleasure, to take his time with her, explore her. But for now , they both had a wild thirst that begged for slaking.
    It was primal, urgent. 
    Sensation wove around them like the murky black filaments of a giant blue norther cloud, only this one rained fire, not an icy chill.
    The pressure built.
    Soon, too soon, she shuddered violently in his arms. As she arched her back with a keening moan and pressed her groin to his, her ecstasy became his own.
    He fell apart in her arms.
    With a fierce roar, he let go and jumped with her in the eye of the storm.
     
     

CHAPTER 3
     
    Lisbeth got out of bed where they’d moved from the carpeted floor, while Dane slept the sleep of the dead. She covered a yawn and contemplated the beautiful creature beside her. Twilight had arrived but there was still enough light to afford her a good look at him without having to switch on the bedside lamp.
    His head rested sideways on his hand. The hard planes of his face had softened; the lines at the corners of his mouth and between his eyes eased into youthful evenness. It was true what she’d heard once – sleep reveals what a person should be.
    At this angle, the corded veins in his neck spread like slender tree branches embossed on his taut skin. She wanted to trace each one with her fingers first and then with her mouth, to learn and taste him once more.
    She desired nothing more than for him to touch her again.
    Biting hard on her bottom lip, she turned away from that sight and thought, and drifted to the kitchen.
    She switched on the pendant lamps with the dimmer. The yellow diffu sed lighting allowed her to gather her wits, one at a time, rather than rudely jar her into wakefulness.
    The box of Earl Grey called her name so she filled the kettle and switched it on, then popped a tea bag in her vintage Norman Rockwell coffee mug. She and Dane had picked it up at a garage sale in Florida. It was impossible to forget that strange day when it rained buckets of hail in Tampa in the heart of summer. Completely out of character.
    Like what she’d just done in the last few hours.
    What the hell was she thinking? After what he’d put her through, she just followed the yellow brick road to madness.
    She grabbed the mug and set it on the table, let the tea steep while she sat down and eyed Jeanette’s box. A whimsical Irregular Choice shoebox printed with colorful flowers and little rabbits.
    She laughed to herself and shook her head. Not a predictable choice for an older British lady. That style of shoe was more for trendy women with highly unique tastes. If that box originally housed Miss Lagrange’s footwear, the woman was even more of an enigma than Lisbeth thought.
    She opened the flap all the way. Looking inside, she hazarded a guess that Jeanette wasn’t the most organized of people, either. Countless bits of note paper, photocopied sheets and printouts made a wild mess like too many chickens in a tight coop.
    On top of the bunch