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“I saw you.”His voice was hoarse with emotion. “I saw only you, and Istarted to feel—to yearn. The need to have you, to be with you,was more than I could possibly bear.”

“Marcel-”She was fighting the tears, her body trembling.

Rising, he drew herup against him. “I am not finished, " he admonishedgently, lifting his hands to cup her face. “I love you,”he whispered hoarsely. “I never dreamed I would ever feel thisway. You mean so much to me, and I am proud of you.” Using histhumbs, he brushed away her tears. “It’s you, darling. Itwill always be you.”

“Show me,”she demanded huskily. “Show me that I am the only one. You seedarling-” She smiled shakily. “I am insecure. Myconfidence is shaken, and I want validation. I need you to show methat you are mine because I belonged to you ever since I saw youstriding into that bullpen. I could not look at another man - I needyou to show me.”

His eyes glowed, andhe felt the force of her poignant words tearing and tumbling aroundin his gut. His hands trembled as he trailed a finger down her wetcheeks. He was used to seeing her kicking ass in the conference roomor court. But right here, she was unafraid to show him how vulnerableshe was.

Seeing this powerfulwoman baring her heart and soul to him weakens him.

“Withpleasure,” he told her thickly.

“Do me afavor?”

“Anything.”She promised.

“I want you tobe still.”

“I am notsure-”

“You promised,”he reminded her.

Holding his beautifulgolden gaze, she nodded and watched as he stepped back and removedhis clothes.

He was magnificent,she thought achingly, her eyes roving over his face to thesubstantial column of his throat and down to his heavily muscledchest with the smattering of chest hairs. His cock was thick, and sheknew by experience how much he could fill her with the length of him.

Taking her left hand,he turned its palm over and lifted it to his lips. With his eyesstill holding hers, he kissed the soft palm, sending a hot lightningbolt straight to her heart. Turning her hand over, he placed it flatagainst his heart, which was beating unsteadily.

“I lose controleven thinking about you. That has never happened to me, and I wouldlike you to believe me.”

“I do.”She told him achingly. “Darling, I am still dressed.”

“Patience, mysweet.” Dropping her hand, he reached up to drag the rubberband from her hair, sliding his fingers through the strands. She haddecided to leave it straight, knowing he preferred it this way.Drawing the strands to his cheek, he pressed it against his skin andclosed his eyes.

“I can-”

“Shh, baby.”Pushing her hair back, he rubbed his hands up and down her bare armsbefore tugging the shirt over her head. Unhooking her bra, he slidoff her shoulders as well. The meal was forgotten; the only soundswere the birds calling out in the nearby trees.

Nikki held her breathas he unhooked her denim and pulled the zipper down.

Her only movementswere when he tugged the material off her hips. She lifted one footfirst and then the other, allowing him to take it off. Her hands wereon his shoulders as she balanced herself.

Taking her hand inhis, he led her over to the chaise lounge, where a blanket was foldedneatly over the top. Spreading it on the seat, he pushed her downgently.

“Now what?”She whispered.

“Now I show youthat you are mine, and I am yours completely.” He told her.Bending one knee between her open thighs, he allowed his hungry andadmiring gaze to wander over her delectable curves. Her breasts wereproud and upright, the nipples already hardened buds, waiting for hislips.

“Notouching.”

“I don’tthink that’s fair.”

“No touching,”he repeated roughly. Bending forward, he kissed her forehead, thebrush of his lips almost chaste and paternal. The pattern continuedwhen he moved down her eyes and the tip of her nose until he brushedhis lips against her mouth.

“Not yet,”he whispered when she opened her mouth eagerly, trying to force himto deepen the kiss. “We have all night.”

“I needyou. I want to touch you.”

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