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at first, then registering recognition. For a moment she just stared. Then she dropped the blanket and held out her arms to him. “Sam. You came. I prayed you would.”
    Desire punched him in the gut, banished his initial relief and made him gasp for breath. He took one step forward, then another, until he lifted her to her feet and dragged her naked, trembling body against him. For a long time he held her. Shivered with her while the wind pummeled their shelter, reminding him of the danger. Not only that which threatened them, but that which promised to consume him if he gave his raging emotions free rein. If he took her, claimed her now the way he’d been too young and green to take her at first. The way he’d quickly learned she wanted to be taken, possessed.
    “T-take off your clothes, Sam.” Marcy tugged his shirt from his pants, her teeth chattering all the time.
    “What?” Though his cock twitched with anticipation, he hesitated. Then he realized he was sopping wet, chilling her as well as himself as they stood there in a tiny cabin that shuddered in the wind. Cold air burst through shattered windowpanes, bringing goose bumps up on his skin as she exposed it. “Here, let me.”
    Sam loosened his belt and dropped it with his rain-soaked pants and boxers to his feet. Toeing off sodden deck shoes, he stepped out of the puddle as she tossed his shirt onto it. “Come here, I’ll warm you.”
    The loopy pile of the towel she rubbed over him brought circulation back. She’d often dried him off like this when they were kids at the beach, after they’d swum back from a favorite haunt. Closing his eyes, he visualized her on the sandbar they’d claimed as their own. They’d loved making sandcastles and exploring crystalline tide pools full of sand dollars and teeming with fascinating sea life. Then he wouldn’t have hesitated. He’d have lowered her to the bed in his parents’ condo on Tierra Verde and fucked her the way he had every chance he got since that first time under the school bleachers, after a pre-game pep rally.
    But too much had gone down between them. Too many harsh words had been said. Sam stood there shivering as the storm raged outside the little cabin, trying to think of her as just another woman with a problem—just another woman who’d asked him for his help.
    It didn’t work. This was Marcy, and the only help she’d ever needed from him, he’d failed to give. A tree crashed down outside, the clattering noise sending her into his arms, the towel apparently forgotten. “Take care of me, Sam,” she whispered, clutching his shoulders as she pressed her breasts hard against his chest. Belly to belly, thigh to thigh, her softness to his rougher, harder planes. The way it should be, male protecting female, giving her safety and strength.
    His balls tightened, and his cock swelled against her silky mons . Years fell away, resentment forgotten as the thunder roared and the wind sluiced noisily among the trees and vines outside. As the walls of the cabin shook with the strength of Kellen , Sam trembled in unison with Marcy. It was as though the thin veneer of civilized behavior shattered like the windowpanes, leaving only male and female and unquenched need.
    Animal lust. The compulsion to sink his cock into her hot wet cunt and pump her until his semen flooded her womb. To feel her heat and see her face flush when she came. To hear her scream his name, smell the scent of sex flowing between them. To suck her clit and her breasts and taste her honey on his tongue just one more time.
    Out of control, Sam lifted Marcy, bracing her back against the quaking wall. “Put your legs around my waist,” he ordered, his tone urgent, terse to his own ears as he flexed his hips and mated their bodies.
    No one else had ever made her feel so full, so taken. The storm that raged outside was nothing compared with the one that erupted in her heart when Sam thrust home. Naked flesh to naked flesh, sensation