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to his cock. “Fuck.”
    A moment later, Emma’s lips met his in a searing kiss that was all wet heat and hunger. Her fingertips were so close to his erection now that Ryan swore he could feel the heat of her skin, and it took a great deal of self-control to keep from thrusting into her touch. The breeze blew a strand of Emma’s hair across his face and he lost himself in the glory of her, in the sheer perfect fit of their bodies as they tasted and teased each other. When Ryan stroked his hand over her shoulder and down Emma’s back she shuddered sweetly for him, but when he began to edge her shirt up she froze, then shoved herself off him so fast that she almost stumbled and landed on her ass.
    “What the fuck?”
    She took one step away, then another, a look of panic and confusion twisting her normally calm features. “I can’t. Please, I can’t.”
    With that, Emma turned and fled into the house and Ryan followed hot on her heels, determined to find out what the hell was going on. He followed her as she darted past the kitchen, then into the study. Once there, she drew the thick curtains closed with harsh jerks and began to cry.
    “Fuck, Emma, what’s going on?”
    To his surprise, she rounded on him not with the sadness he expected, but rather with anger.
    “This is bullshit! I was out there, kissing you, feeling good and enjoying you, then all of a sudden my brain decided to remind me that he could be watching me right now, watching us. That this beautiful private moment was possibly being witnessed by the man who tried to kill you. That I’m not safe, that no one is safe, that—”
    The hysterical tone in Emma’s voice was reaching a high pitch that alarmed Ryan, so he shut it down the best way he knew how, by kissing her with everything she had. He ignored the angry twinge in his shoulder as he gathered Emma to him, his good hand grasping her by the back of her neck as he kissed her over and over, seducing her mouth until the stiffness of fear had left her delicious body, until her hands were roaming his stomach then tugging at the waistband of his pants. The moment Emma’s clever fingers reached beneath the band and stroked his cock, Ryan moaned low and deep.
    “That’s it, Mistress, take what you want.”
    She cupped his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze that had him flexing his hips and rocking into her touch. “You’re mine, aren’t you, Ryan? Mine to do with as I wish, mine to play with, mine to control?”
    The tremble in Emma’s voice on the last word managed to penetrate the fog of lust clouding Ryan’s mind. Of course, for a woman like Emma, the loss of control that came with being stalked must be torture. Suddenly, he knew what he could give her that no one else could, what he could do to fight her demons. He could give her complete control.
    With that in mind, he took a step back then went to his knees, his eyes locked with hers. “All of me, Emma. Every drop of blood, every beat of my heart, every breath in my body belongs to you, because I trust you to take care of it.”
    She closed her eyes and a few tears escaped, trailing down her cheeks while she took in a deep breath. “Oh, Ryan. Come here.”
    Ryan shuffled to her on his knees and was rewarded with a hot flare of desire chasing away the shadows in Emma’s eyes. Instead of ordering him to do something to build the arousal between them, she took a step closer and gently rested his head against the divine softness of the cradle of her hips and lower belly. For a moment Ryan tensed, wanting to be the one to comfort her, to take care of his Emma, but then he realized that she needed to reassure him, that she needed him to let her do this.
    As soon as Ryan laid his head fully against Emma and gave her more of his weight, she let out a soft, shuddering sigh and began to stroke his head where his dark hair had grown long enough to almost be past the prickly stage.
    “Thank you,” she said in a low voice. “Thank you for being