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away. Dear God, I tried so hard…!”
    She lifted her tormented face to his, watching him, enraptured, as he loosened her bra and his big, lean hands found her soft breasts and tenderly explored them.
    His breath caught at the feel of her skin. His thumbs and forefingers met, teasing the nipples until they went hard and sensitive. He searched her eyes as he touched her, feeling her pleasure as he felt his own.
    â€œYou know what I want,” he whispered.
    She did. It was some primitive rite of passage that neither could ever forget. Without a single thought for her chastity or the promise she’d made to Troy, her hands caught the hem of the tank top and whippedit off. She let the garment fall onto the floor and she arched her back and let him look at her full, firm breasts while she shivered with the most obsessive desire she’d ever known.
    â€œAnd you know…what I want,” she murmured.
    â€œYes.” He touched her breasts, with a reverence that made her shiver, and his dark head bent. He lifted her and slowly, tenderly, took her inside his mouth to suckle her in the hot, tense silence of the room.
    His free hand went behind her, pulling gently until she was lifted and riveted to his hips. His arousal was so blatant that she gasped when she felt him against her.
    â€œWhen I get like this,” he whispered at her breast, “I can go all night long. I could love you until you were too exhausted to hold me. And I’d still want you.”
    Her hands were on his flat stomach, barely touching, shy even in the throes of desire.
    He lifted his head and looked into her eyes, seeing fear and anguish and need. All that. And love.
    He winced.
    She hung there in his grasp, without wiles, without protest, without coyness. Even without shame.
    He looked down at her body, arched in a bow, pleading. He touched her, traced her, ached for her.
    She was trembling all over, sobbing with her frustrated longing.
    He bent and lifted her close in his arms and stood there rocking her against him, his powerful legs shuddering as he fought the need to throw her down on the floor and ravish her.
    â€œOh, dear Lord,” she whispered brokenly, pressing her mouth against his throat. “Why? Why? ”
    â€œI don’t know why,” he whispered back, holding her even closer. His eyes closed as he savored the feel of her against him. “I’ve never lost my head the way I lose it with you.” He buried his face against her breasts. “I can’t even look at you and stay sane.”
    She touched his cheek as he caressed her with his mouth, watching him at her breast, shivering with the realization that he was as hungry as she was.
    â€œCan’t we…lie down?” she choked.
    â€œBaby, if we lie down, I’ll have you in two minutes flat.” He ground out the words. “I won’t even take time to strip you.”
    She put her mouth against his warm shoulder and trembled. “Yes,” she sobbed.
    He groaned. He couldn’t help it. He had to. He had to…!
    He turned, sudden resolution in his hard face, his eyes. He started back toward the sofa and as she looked up at him, he knew that he couldn’t stop. He could already feel her under his body, feel her accepting him, feel his possession of her, feel it become urgent.
    He made a sound deep in his throat and she clungto him, ready, aching to belong to him. Finally, she thought feverishly as she pressed closer, finally!
    He started to put her down on the leather sofa when the doorbell rang, so loudly that it burst like a bomb on the heated silence of the room.
    They stared at each other as if they were just coming out of a daze. His brows drew together as he registered the sight of her bare breasts pressed hard into the hair and muscle of him, her arms tight around his strong neck.
    She stared, too, at his swollen mouth that had possessed hers so feverishly, at his eyes that told her how desperately he