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that, but all of the girls in the wedding party had gone and had their hair done in a style that was pinned up. She’d not gone with them to the salon, choosing instead to wear her hair down. He knew why. She hid behind the veil of her hair, which was beautiful and thick, but she did hide. She even had bangs, bangs he loved, but he didn’t like it when they covered her eyes. Her gorgeous, bright eyes that protected him in his dreams.
    He slid the straps back in place. Nuzzling behind her ear he whispered, “You’re a survivor, an exquisite dark copper haired sexy woman with smooth dewy skin and bewitching blue eyes. It’s a crime to hide any inch of your beauty. I want all of you.”
    He turned her and saw her eyes bigger than he’d ever seen them. He’d need a life raft to escape their depths.
    “You don’t play fair. You’ve stripped me bare, but you won’t confide in me about the death of your parents. I love you Jackson, but it hurts me when I see you in pain, keeping all your worries and deadlines to yourself. Talk to me.”
    He wanted to talk to her, but whenever he tried the words wouldn’t come. He felt his mouth working, but there was no voice to be had. He wanted to be strong for her. Didn’t want to burden her with the stress in his life. It wasn’t fair to her. If she weren’t with him she’d be so much better off, but he was selfish and kept her tied to him. Every waking day he was afraid she’d realize he was a disaster and leave him. It was his greatest fear. Greater than the loss of his parents, greater than not being able to pay his bills, greater than failing medical school. “I want to tell you and I will. Please. Just give me more time.”
    She nodded and placed her palm to his jaw. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”
    His forehead went down on hers. “That means everything.”
    The mood was too heavy and he sought to lighten it. “I don’t understand the concept of lingerie.”
    Her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
    He bent and kissed the corner of her mouth. “It’s designed to be worn, but all I want to do is rip it from your body.”
    “Oh, don’t do that. I want to keep it.”
    He kissed her shoulder. “I want you to keep it too.” Lifting the hem, he pulled the delicate fabric over her head until she stood before him in just a sheer thong, blushing across her cheeks. She was stunning and smiling at him with that dimpled smile that made his breath hitch. “I will never get used to how beautiful you are. It’s like I’m seeing you for the first time, every time.”
    He bent and took her mouth. Gently, he massaged her lips in his. She opened to him, her tongue seeking his. Soft moans escaped her throat and her hands explored his back.
    “Jackson”—she whispered—“please, I need you.”
    He guided them down to the bed and slid off her underwear. Sliding slowly into her soft wet heat had him exhaling deeply. In their chaotic world the only time he was able to fully let go was when he was inside of her. Their connection made it possible for him to feel complete and secure; her fate was his fate. No matter what, in that moment, they were one. She couldn’t slip away from him.
    He needed to be with her for as long as possible so he set the pace with slow, rhythmic movements. Her fingertips skimmed from his neck down to his back. The light touch captivated him as she moaned and seemed intent on plotting every peak and valley he had. Her eyes closed and he took her in as he did every time. Memorizing her every breath, sound, and motion, he wanted to freeze time so that they could be like this forever.
    He bent and placed his lips on hers, kissing and gently massaging. He pulled back to observe the drunken effect he had on her—her ice blue eyes darker by a shade and heavily draped by her eyelids and lashes. “Three words … they’re not enough to express what I feel for you.”
    “And three million words”—she gasped a breath into her body—“still