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"We should take a minute."

"No." Laughing huskily, she tugged at his shirt and had buttons flying. "It has to be now."

"Jesus, sweetheart, I don't want to hurt you."

"I don't give a damn." Letting go of him, she pulled the shirt over her head.

His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head as he stared at her unfettered breasts, the nipples already rigid.

"Get naked," she advised, shimmying out of the shorts. She was not wearing panties.

"Good God," he whispered raggedly as he tore at his pants. "If you're trying to kill me, you're doing a good job of it."

"Far from it." She reached for him as he climbed in next to her.

"Wait, baby--" He groaned when her hands started their journey through the hairs on his chest. "I want to-- Christ!" He let out a shaky laugh which turned to a tortured groan when she used her nail to graze his nipple.

"Sweetheart." He crushed her lips, his hands slowly exploring her ribs and the sides of her breasts.

"Love me," she whispered, fingers tangling through his hair.

"I am. I do." He trailed a hot path from her cheek to the sides of her breasts. She was quivering, heart racing. She had declared her love for him and felt empowered by his response. She had come into this relationship with cold-blooded reasons, but now everything had changed. She did not care about his name, which was now hers. The past was right where it belonged, behind them. All she wanted to think about was this, being right here with him.

A sigh, a moan, a touch, fire and heat sizzling--the newness of everything swamped them. He nibbled at her throat, tracing the pulse hammering against his lips. He loved the taste of her, thefresh warmth of her skin, the scent of the sun and body wash she had used just this morning. The silky feel of her skin.

Her body arched in response, her fingers digging into the bunched muscles of his shoulders as he blew on her nipple. A moan escaped her, breath strangling inside her throat, when he used the tip of his tongue to wet the flesh. Passion and heat exploded inside her as he pulled the nipple between his teeth. When he started suckling, she exploded. She simply shattered, her body arching, a cry escaping her.

Realizing that she was at the peak, he reached a hand between them and pressed down on her sex. The climax was devastating. It simply picked her up and threw her off the cliff. She felt as if she was free flying, her heart bursting from her chest.

She fluttered back down slowly, a dazed expression on her face, her body trembling. He could not wait any longer. If he did not have her, he was going to die.

Lowering his body on top of hers, he framed her face with his hands as he entered her slowly. His heart was pounding so hard, he felt faint from it. She loved him. That alone had the power to make him weak and vulnerable. Nothing else mattered, except the two of them.

"Tell me you love me," he whispered.

"I love you." She felt achy and teary. She had never dreamed she could be this happy, especially not with this man. "Oh God, I love you so much."

He crushed his mouth to hers and started moving, his body driving into hers with a purpose and intensity that had her moving forward, her heart racing, desire tumbling around inside her and making her faint.

Her hands wandered over his shoulders and down his back as she kissed him back.

This man was now her life. Not even her career, which had been the focal point in the past, meant as much to her as he did.

He couldn't stop kissing her. She tasted like honey, incredible sweet and addictive--she was his--she belonged to him, he was hers.

The climax slammed into them simultaneously, shattering them enough to have them clinging to each other. It rolled through them with a force that sent them into a dizzy spin.

He swallowed her moans. Someone groaned--bodies shuddered and quivered. Fingers clung, hearts raced, sweat-coated skins moved in synchronized harmony.

He knew he had to move for fear of crushing her. She was so tiny; he was afraid of hurting her. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, holding him to her. She could feel the unsteady thrumming of his heart against her. And she loved the feel of him.

His face was buried in her hair and he was comfortable to stay where he was forever.

Lifting his head, he brushed back tendrils of hair clinging to her moist forehead.

"I can't feel my legs," she murmured, lifting a hand to touch the stubble.

"I can't feel my entire lower body. I am crushing you."

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