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She threw her arms around his neck. He kicked the door shut. Their lips came together in a combustion of feeling that quaked through her, sending her senses in a whirl of rapture and a need so great, so powerful—she felt like she might burst into flame. Running her hands down his wet tunic, she caressed the taut contours of skin and muscle. Then, he lifted her feet off the ground. Her lips trailed down his neck. She tasted his skin, salty and sweaty and so powerfully male.
He set her feet on the ground and bent her back, his hand stroking down her neck, then slowly over her breast. She arched into his touch, savoring the feel of his hand on her body, bringing her very skin to life. Heat and longing spread through her, aching in places that had not been touched for so long. She pulled at his tunic. She wanted to touch him, to feel his skin. He undid the hook on his belt. It dropped to the ground. Then, he pulled his wet tunic over his head. Her eyes feasted on his sailor’s body. He was sinewy and hard and so very strong. She reached to his great height, a smile curving her lips.
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Her sensual smile made him growl with need. He held her close, kissing her with all his passion, with the very force of the storm he had just weathered. Now, a new storm brewed, building within him, ready to unleash the might of his hunger.
“Ask me to leave,” he rasped, holding his body taut. “If you want me to leave, ask me now.”
She clasped his face in her hands. “Stay with me,” she breathed. Then she kissed his lips, and within him, the damn burst.
He reached down and lifted the hem of her tunic and whisked it off. Then he slowly eased her kirtle up, uncovering her long, creamy legs, the soft red curls at the apex of her thighs, the flare of her hips, and the grace of her slender waist. He paused when he uncovered her breasts, creamy mounds with soft pink nipples, aching to be tasted. He swept her kirtle over her head.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed before he pulled her against himself, savoring the feel of her soft curves.
Her hair was a tangle of wild curls that skimmed her slender waist. He dug his hands into her silken mane and tilted her neck so he could taste her skin. Then his lips trailed down her throat, over her shoulders, sweeping, savoring. He eased her back onto the bed. His gaze journeyed over her hair now splayed out across the pillow, her sky-blue eyes half-lidded with desire, her lovely full lips bruised from his kiss. He sat on the bed next to her and stroked his hand possessively up her calf, then over her soft thigh. He bent his head and kissed her, while his touch explored the wonders of her body. She was a creature as powerful and as beautiful as the very sea that cradled their passion.
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Rose groaned softly as his touch trailed up her thighs, making her body throb with desire. She reached for him, pulling him over her. “I want to feel ye,” she purred. “I want to feel the weight of ye on top of me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
“You won’t,” she promised, running her fingertips along the waist of his hose. He stood quickly and stripped them off. She took in the strength of his body, his great height and chiseled lines, and then the hard length of him. She reached for him and opened her legs, needing him, wanting him soul-deep.
He shifted over her. His hard body covered hers, making her feel so secure, and yet intoxicatingly vulnerable to his male strength. She wrapped her arms around his neck. His lips seized hers, his tongue stroking, teasing, making the heat within her blaze red-hot. His lips and tongue raked over her, tasting her shoulders, her breasts.
“Please fill me,” she rasped in his ear. “I want to feel ye inside me.”
His amber eyes burned through her as he shifted over her and settled between her thighs. And then she felt his body begin to ease into hers. She clung to him, her nails digging into the flesh of his back. Her body took more and more of him until she was full, and hot, and ready to feel the force of his thrust. Her hips met each one, her body hungry for his. The sound of his ragged breaths mingled with the pounding of her heart as pleasure so sweet and so painful mounted, rising, cresting, burning, breaking. She clung to him, desperate for relief, and then she cried out as wave after wave of passion crashed through her.
