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to feel his fevered body pressing into hers, to know the urgency that precluded passion.
    But she was powerless to hurry him.
    She was his captive, an impatient yet willing hostage of his caress. She drifted ever closer into his embrace like a leaf carried by a mountain stream.
    His head bent to renew the sensation of a thousand sipping kisses against her skin. He explored the shadowy cleft between her breasts and his lips moved leisurely over the smooth swelling until, at last, he took the throbbing peak in his mouth.
    The rough velvet of his palm against her inner thigh robbed her of reason and sent her hands in a blind search for the satisfaction she knew lay somewhere in the sinewy strength of his body. Mindlessly she rubbed the corded muscles of his neck and massaged the back of his shoulders. But he seemed determined to awaken every part of her with his kiss and he moved from her breast to the satiny flatness of her stomach.
    His head lowered deliberately, creating an agony of anticipation inside her. With each downward foray of his tongue, her hands lost contact and she was soon unable to do more than fondle the hair at his temples.
    His fingers parted and probed the intimate mysteries of her body and his lips branded every secret place with his burning possession. A wanton ache tightened her stomach and unfolded within her, building to a febrile heat that made her oddly pliant and yielding. She couldn’t seem to breathe, but in this new world of sensation, breathing seemed too ordinary, too mundane to be a part of her. His touch was the only reality, the only sustenance she needed.
    “Dane.” His name flowed from her on a sigh of surrender. Like a sacred promise it surrounded her in beauty, an offering of her heart that far transcended these few stolen moments in time.
    “Dane.” Again it echoed in the gentle silence, calling to him, asking him to claim the promise and return it to her lips.
    The warm moistness of his mouth moved upward in response, lingering against her skin to feed the fire of her passion, clinging to the silken curves of her flesh to ignite the remaining embers of desire into flame.
    She quivered with longing and her hands slid over him in stormy need, seeking to arouse in him the same fierce turbulence. Unbuttoning and parting the material of his shirt, her fingers tingled with the crisp feel of his chest. Her lips found the brown hardness of his nipple and plied it gently with her tongue as her hands stole around his waist to pull him tightly against her.
    He moved free of her, despite her low moan of protest. She lifted desire-darkened eyes to watch as he shrugged off the shirt and unfastened the stud of his jeans. His clothes soon joined hers in a discarded heap and Amanda reveled in the sight of his tanned, virile body. Slowly, carefully, he covered her. His lips nuzzled her breast and ascended to the pulsing hollow of her throat. Then, at last, there was only the smooth tactile sensation of flesh against flesh, male against female.
    Like a warm, tropical wind, ecstasy swirled inside her and rushed to meet his growing urgency. Amanda moved her hand to wedge a space between them, caressing him and guiding him toward the intimate union she craved. He cupped her hips, lifting her to accept the completeness of their coupling and the rhythmic dance of passion.
    “Amanda...?”
    Her name blended with his as his breath filled her. She sank deeper into the delights of loving him, the taste and scent and feel of him merging with the music of her name on his lips. Amanda. Amanda.
    “Amanda.”
    She snapped to the present with jarring speed and realized that Dane stood only a few feet away, repeating her name impatiently.
    “I thought you were going to stay in the car.” The abrasive quality of his voice tilted her chin in defense.
    “I wanted to see for myself….” Her words ended in a painful, barely audible gasp as she looked past him to the clearing beyond. “Oh.” A wealth of sadness