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curved his palms over her smooth shoulders, drew her close, and pressed his mouth to hers.
    The soft touch of her lips brought him back to a place where he felt strong. Whole. And mindless of anything but his need for her. The womanly scent of her skin urged him to move forward and never look back. But that was an impossibility.
    His hand slid down the curve of her spine, cupped her bottom, and brought her tight against his erection. The instantaneous relief made him close his eyes and inhale a breath of air to clear the dizziness from his head.
    She leaned into him, rose to the balls of her feet, and wrapped her arms around his neck with a sigh. His arms surrounded her, and they came together—heart to heart. His gaze swept over her plump, moist mouth, and their lips met again. Their tongues touched and danced.
    And in that moment, the past simply melted away.
    He could kiss her all day, all night, and it would never be enough.
    Her fingers were cool as they slipped beneath his shirt to pull the fabric over his head. And then they stood flesh to flesh. Her body was warm, lush, and full of promise. Sweet memories and hope.
    Desire burned inside of him as she briefly broke their embrace to grab a quilt stuck in the fork of the apple tree and spread it on the ground. And then she was back in his arms, touching him. Caressing him with heated silk that glided along his nerve endings, making his heart race, his desire spin out of control.
    She unzipped his jeans, slid them down his legs, and tossed them into the increasing pile of clothes. In utter bliss, he closed his eyes as she kissed her way back up his thighs. Her long, delicate fingers embraced, stroked, and enticed his already throbbing erection. When she cupped him with gentle hands and took him into her mouth with a low hum of satisfaction, it was everything he could do not to buckle at his knees in complete surrender.
    For a moment, he stood there with his hands buried in the thick of her honey-gold hair, selfish with the need to feel whole again. But that greed only lasted a minute before he became anxious with the desire to be one with her. To bury himself deep within her warmth. To be held in her arms.
    He dropped to his knees, eased her back to the quilt, and followed her down. His hands molded to her full breasts, smoothed down her luscious curves. He bent his head and kissed her mouth, then he moved lower to savor the erect tips of her breasts. She tasted like sunshine, and honey, and all the good things he remembered about being alive.
    “Paige. I don’t have a condom. I haven’t been with anyone, but I still need to protect you.”
    “Shhh.” She pressed a finger to his lips. “It’s okay. I’ve got this covered. And I haven’t been with anyone either.”
    To know she’d waited for him in every way kicked his heartbeat into a frantic race. And then, all he could do was make quick work of removing her jeans and tiny pink panties and adding them to the pile of clothes beneath the apple tree.
    Her warm, soft lips danced across his chest, and she looked up at him with a smile in her eyes. “I like your tattoo.”
    He gave a brief glance to the eagle in flight that covered his left biceps, then leaned down and licked the small heart tattooed just above her left breast. “I like yours too.”
    “I put it there for you,” she whispered. “Not that I’d ever forget you.”
    “I could never forget you either.” Touched by the token of how she felt about him, he moved over her. All thought of right or wrong disappeared, and all that mattered was being with Paige.
    With their bodies pressed together, she parted her legs in invitation. When he slid inside her, he was instantly gripped by the rush of slick, moist heat. The connection they made stole his breath. It had been so damned long since he’d felt something so wonderful. And while he wanted to savor that sensation, his body did not want to concede.
    He lowered his forehead to hers and kissed her until he could quell the need