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Those two young men in college
     had both been so intense and she’d been so nervous, there hadn’t been room for laughter.
    “Force me?” He seemed to consider that option. “I think I like it.”
    “I thought you might.”
    She pushed at his shoulder until he stretched out on his back. While his hands stroked
     her legs and bare buttocks, she busied herself with his shirt. When it was unbuttoned,
     she pushed the edges back and exposed the well-muscled expanse of his chest.
    Years of working outdoors had left him tanned and fit. Various scars showed that his
     life had occasionally flirted with danger. She traced the random patterns of the scars
     first with her fingers, and then with her tongue.
    He tasted salty, yet faintly sweet. The combined flavor was addictive, and she suspected
     she could feast on it for the rest of her life and never have enough.
    A narrow ribbon of dark hair began at his waist. She touched the exposed inch or so,
     then reached for his belt buckle. As she worked the metal clasp, he half sat up and
     pulled off his shirt. Before she reached for his button fly, he tugged at her T-shirt.
    “I want to see you,” he said.
    She pulled the shirt off in one movement, then sat back on her knees while he unfastened
     her bra. The undergarment fell away, exposing her breasts. He stared reverently, then
     cupped them. Fire flickered in her belly, banked ashes flaring once again to life.
    This time he was the one to quickly unfasten, then kick off his jeans and briefs.
     He urged her to stretch out on top of him, long legs tangling, bodies rubbing, heat
     flaring at all points of contact.
    When he rolled her onto her back and knelt between her thighs, she smiled at him.
     Whatever their past or their future, they would have this moment of belonging. This
     was where they were destined to be—joined as one.
    He entered her slowly, easing into her tight, waiting heat. The cords in his neck
     bulged and his muscles tensed in both pleasure and restraint. He cupped her breasts,
     teasing her nipples until she found herself beginning the journey again.
    He withdrew only to enter her, deeper, harder, faster, pushing her higher. She surged
     with him, gripping his hips to express what her lack of breath wouldn’t let her say.
     How much she wanted him. How much she needed him.
    And when his body paused on the brink of completion and she found herself soaring
     with him, she managed to find her voice long enough to whisper how very much she loved
     him.

Chapter Fifteen
    Brady lay in the warm bed and listened to the sounds from the shower. A quick glance
     toward the window showed him it was barely dawn. After last night he supposed he should
     be tired. He and Randi hadn’t slept much. They’d turned to each other again and again,
     making love, exploring, touching, holding as if this was to be the best time they
     would ever have.
    Or the last.
    He pulled her pillow over and slid it behind his back as he sat up. Was it their last
     time? He didn’t have an answer. In the magical moments of her release, she’d whispered
     that she loved him. He wanted to believe she told the truth. He wanted to say the
     words himself. But he wasn’t sure. Was it him, or the danger of the moment? Had they
     joined together because their hearts and bodies could no longer deny intense feelings,
     or were they reacting?
    She’d turned the shower off. He stared expectantly at the door, picturing her all
     damp and pink, wondering how he could want her again so quickly. He wouldn’t have
     thought his body capable of so much passion. Certainly Alicia had never inspired him
     to such a level of performance.
    She hadn’t inspired him to love, either. Looking back, comparing what he’d felt for
     his former fiancée to what he felt for Randi, he realized if this was love, the emotion
     was new to his life. With Alicia, he’d obsessed. With Randi, he wanted to belong.
     With Alicia, he’d experienced passion and pleasure,