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she was all he’d ever really wanted.
    Other desires had never been this pressing. This urgent. They had never felt as necessary as breathing, but kissing her did. Putting his hands on her skin did.
    Removing her clothes, and his, so he could feel her body against his—absolutely integral to his survival.
    He laid her on the bed and kissed the curve of her breast, her neck. Slid his hand down her thigh and pulled her leg up behind his back as he thrust deep inside her. She arched against him, a short cry on her lips as he rode her, drove them both to completion.
    And then, afterward, he held her. Because tonight he was indulging himself, and that didn’t just mean touching her and tasting her. It meant being with her. Like this. Skin to skin with his woman, his lover.
    She snuggled against him, sighing, and he let his fingertips drift over her hip, down to the curve of her breast.
    “Do you know the saddest thing, Liam?” she asked.
    “What?” He didn’t want to know the saddest thing. He knew too many sad things about the situation as it was.
    “He’s not going to be half the father you would be.”
    His gut tightened. “You think?”
    “You’re so strong. So wonderful. You know just when to be hard and when to be soft. Like now.” She put her hand on his, where it was tracing patterns on her skin.
    “I’ve never had any experience with children,” he said, his hands going to her stomach now. He rested his palm on her and felt a wave of emotion for the life inside her. For her. For everything he couldn’t have. “But I’ve been a husband before, Alys, and I didn’t do a very good job of it. Perhaps you should just be thankful you’ll have him as a husband instead of me.”
    She wiggled away from him and sat up, on her knees, her hair spilling over her shoulders, breasts bare. “I won’t,” she said. She put her hands on his face. “Don’t you know that by now? Don’t you know that if the entire world fell away and there was no responsibility, no nations, no palaces or principalities or kings, that I would choose you every time? Don’t you know it? Always, Liam, from the moment I set eyes on you. Even when you were husband to another woman. Even when I shouldn’t have looked at you, it was always you that I wanted.”
    “Alys...”
    “No, that’s not fair. I’m allowed to say things even if you don’t like to hear them.” She moved to straddle him, pushing him back, her thighs on either side of his, her hands planted on his chest. “Liam Ryder, you are my fantasy made flesh and you ought to know it.”
    He put his hands on her hips. “Alys, you can’t have wanted me for all that time.”
    She shifted against him and he started getting hard again. Wanted to be joined to her again. What would he do when she was with another man like this? Knowing another man was touching her?
    Worse than that, what would he do knowing he could never touch her again?
    “I did,” she said, shifting, taking him inside her body. “I do.”
    And then they didn’t talk anymore until they’d both found their way to ecstasy.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    “I LOVE YOU .”
    The words sounded so loud in the quiet bedroom. They sounded even more foolish out loud than they had in her head. What was she thinking? Well, she wasn’t thinking. She was feeling. And she finally knew what to call the feelings that she’d had for Liam for the past eight years.
    She felt him jerk beneath her, move away from her. “What?”
    “I love you, Liam. I have for so long. That’s why... That’s why I never found a man other than Damien to marry. I was far too focused on you. How could I ever want another man when every piece of me has been devoted to loving you for so long?”
    “You can’t mean that,” he said, his voice rough.
    “Why not? Who else should I love? Who else should I love but the man who protects me? The man I confide my deepest fears to, the man I adore above all else? The man who has my respect and also respects me.