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arms, trying to keep control.
    When she looked up at him again with those luminous eyes he lowered his mouth to kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her nose.
    He pulled back to see her smiling up at him and his heart ripped again.
    He saw the whole of her before him, now in her twenties, now her thirties, now her forties, now with a bit of extra weight, now with gray hair, now with a cane, now in bed with a book, now without the book, now with her eyes shut, now with labored breath, now without breath, now in the cold ground with nothing but a carved up stone and Julian to remember who she had been.
    His soul expanded out a thousand times in love for her and then dissolved down to nothing at her inevitable loss. And it didn’t matter. He would pay and pay and pay, and do it happily.
    Her lips parted and he kissed her with a passion born of a lifespan of loneliness. Her lips were soft and he took her face in his hands to hold her still so that he could pour his pent-up love into her.
    When she pressed her body closer to his he knew this could be over in minutes. But he wanted it to last. He would have to have discipline enough for both of them.
    “Slowly, baby,” he whispered in her ear, and lifted her hands above her head to pin them to the wall.

                                   

    CHAPTER 6
    G race was lost.
    She must be lost, or she would never find herself in the interrogation room, wrists pinned above her head, panting with lust over a guy she didn’t like but seemed to love.
    And she wouldn’t like this feeling of helplessness. She certainly wouldn’t relish feeling like a butterfly pinned to a board.
    Would she?
    Julian didn’t give her a chance to worry about it. His left hand held her wrists, but his right slid down her cheek, caressed her neck, then lower still to pop open the top button of her uniform, then the second.
    He caught his breath as the tops of her breasts were revealed. She looked down at his golden head and wished she could tousle that boyish hair, but when she tried to slip a hand out of his hold, he only pressed her wrists harder into the wall.
    “Be good,” he admonished her.
    She wondered what she was supposed to say back, but he didn’t wait for her to answer. He was already opening the remaining buttons and sliding her shirt out from her pants. She must look so wanton, half naked with her gun belt still on.
    Oh god, her service weapon.
    “Julian, please,” she whispered.
    He looked up and his expression was almost guilty.
    “Julian, I need to remove my gun belt,” she told him urgently.
    He released her right away. Her hands shook as she tried to take off the weapon just as she did every day. At last it was free and she draped it over a chair.
    She stared at it for a moment. Taking off her weapon didn’t absolve her of her duty. What was she doing?
    She turned back to find Julian unbuttoning his Oxford, and her doubts vanished.
    Like magic.
    The overhead light threw his smooth chest and chiseled abdominal muscles into harsh relief. She took a step forward, unsure if she wanted to touch those muscles with her hands or drip them with honey and lick it off.
    She didn’t get a chance to do either. Julian had her hands over her head again before she could decide. And she didn’t even want to fight him.
    “Good girl,” he whispered in her ear again.
    He tugged at her pants with his right hand. They were soon around her ankles.
    “Be still,” he said.
    Suddenly she was holding her own hands to the wall, as he caressed her cheeks, her shoulders.
    Then he pulled her hairband out and her hair fell around her shoulders in soft ticklish waves.
    “Look at me,” Julian said.
    She obeyed him without question. His eyes were bluer than blue. The frank hunger in his gaze made her insides tighten.
    Suddenly she was flying.
    In her haze, it took a moment to realize that he had lifted her onto the table. He laid her down tenderly, easing her heated body onto the