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increasing. His self control was disintegrating and he knew it, felt it unraveling.
    She did this to him. She made him crazy like this and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do to stop it. It traveled through his bloodstream like poison, like a potent drug, stripping away the control he prided himself on and leaving him grasping at the threads of decency as he tried to force himself away from her.
    “You don’t want to keep pushing this,” he warned her.
    “Well, hell, you must be enjoying it, Commander, you’re still standing here.” Her breasts were heaving, the nipples so hard beneath the silken material he swore they were going to pop right through the threads.
    The urge to lick his lips was almost overpowering. The need for her was almost as strong.
    “I could fuck you,” he growled then. “It’s what you want, it’s what we both want, but have you considered what would happen the morning after?”
    “Will there be a morning after?” she questioned him roughly. “Aren’t you the one who said you could fuck me, but then you would have to kill me? Double O Seven has nothing on you, does he, stud?”
    Stud? She had not just called him “stud”?
    Damn her, the woman didn’t have the good sense to know when to keep her smart mouth shut or her tender heart safe.
    Before he could stop himself, his hands were on her. His fingers curled around her upper arms as he jerked her to him, watching as her eyes widened, her hair seeming to flow around her as the pure silk of her flesh met the callused roughness of his hands.
    And then he froze. Because her skin was so fucking soft. Beneath his palms it felt as heated, warm, and soft as a cloud itself. Sensation sizzled at the touch, heated and mesmerized his senses.
    Spreading his fingers apart, he touched her with his palms only and watched as he let the inner part of his hand cup the curve of her shoulder.
    Hell, he wanted her. He wanted to fuck her until he was mindless with it, until nothing or no one mattered but Tehya. Until the past and the nightmares were obliterated.
    She would be the death of him.
    That was but a distant thought as he let himself relish the feel of her flesh against his palms. He swore he could feel the sizzle of heat just below the flesh, drawing him, surging through his pores and washing through his system.
    “Bad idea.” Swallowing tightly, he stared back at her, so focused on the strength of the need surging through him that all thoughts of pulling back evaporated.
    The emerald green of her eyes darkened, glittering with need, as he watched her lips tremble.
    “Six years,” she whispered. “I waited…”
    He didn’t want to hear it. He couldn’t hear it. The words she was about to whisper would be words she would regret the moment she realized that it wouldn’t have mattered if it had been twenty years.
    To hold back the words he covered her lips with his, because he couldn’t let himself hear them.
    And everything in the fucking world exploded.
    Son of a bitch.
    He would have frozen if every lust cell in his body hadn’t risen in revolt. Because by freezing, he would be stopping. Hell no.
    He wasn’t about to stop. He had her now, he couldn’t stop.
    He tasted her.
    His tongue slipped over her lips, licked at them, and before he could retrieve his basic common sense, he gave in to this one hunger.
    It wouldn’t go any further. He wouldn’t allow it.
    But this one pleasure was incredible.
    Tehya was terrified to breathe, to whimper in hunger, or to moan in pleasure. She was terrified he would stop if she did. She was entranced by the kiss she hadn’t really expected, enthralled by a hunger that suddenly exploded through her system. His tongue stroked against hers, exciting that feminine, sensual part of her that went deeper than she had ever imagined.
    But oh God.
    She could feel herself trembling, shaking against him. Her hand lifted, fingers outspread, not really touching him. She wanted to touch him. Desperately. Feel