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She’d kissed him before, and she was going to do a whole lot more than kiss him now. Then he wouldn’t be a stranger ever again.

His tongue explored her mouth; his hands explored her body. She should have been shy to have a man burst in when she was climbing out of the shower stark naked. Instead she’d been thrilled.

She’d thought someone was coming to hurt her, and she’d known that Liam would stop them. Her first response to the sight of him had not been to run, to hide, but to throw herself into his arms. She was so glad that she had.

He skimmed his palms up her ribs, then filled them with her breasts, stroking a thumb over each swollen nipple.

His mouth left hers, trailing over her chin to her neck. His hair, soft and dark, brushed her collarbone and she shivered.

Without lifting his head or pausing one second in what he was doing, Liam slammed the door shut. With the water still running, soon they were as surrounded by steam as they’d been by mist.

But the steam was warm and it welcomed, a sharp contrast to the chilling isolation of that creeping mist.

“Ye taste like spice cake,” he whispered against the curve of her shoulder.

“You smell like rain,” she murmured into his hair.

His jeans scraped her hips and belly. She tugged at the button, which popped, but the zipper strained tight against his erection. Since she didn’t want to injure anything she might need later, she stepped back and let him take the lead.

Besides, she wanted to watch.

The sleek muscles that flexed and flowed beneath his skin made him ripple and pulse in all the right places. His hips were slim, his thighs hard, his shoulders broad but not bulky.

She ran her hand over one, tracing a thumb down the curve of his arm, then skating a palm across his chest. “Do you swim?”

His head came up. The steam cast in front of his face, obscuring his expression. “Why d’ ye say that?”

“Shoulders,” she mused, and then became fascinated with touching them.

His skin was slick from the heat. Her hair curled wildly. She’d never be able to tame it now. Beads of water dotted his like the dew at dawn. One such bead ran down his neck and, leaning forward, she licked it away.

He growled, the vibration enticing, exciting, erotic against her mouth, her breasts, then filled his palms with the

ample flesh where thighs became ass and lifted her onto the countertop.

She gasped, shocked. Even more so when he slid his hands down the backs of her legs, using his nails just a little, then slowly opened those legs, stepping between them, holding her gaze all the while.

His eyes were sapphire; they seemed brighter tonight. Maybe that was because his blue-black hair was loose and billowing about his face. Or because the heat of the room had caused his cheeks to flush, although his hands still felt so cool.

“Yer eyes,” he murmured, “are the shade of the earth as the sun slips away.” He leaned forward, kissing the corner of each one. Strange how one man’s mud was another man’s earth as the sun slipped away.

“And yer hair is the summer moon, gold and shining in a sea of black.”

“Poetry?” she asked.

He stroked his thumb over her center, and she jumped. Captured by his gaze, seduced by his words, she’d forgotten that she sat on the edge of a countertop, legs spread, Liam poised between them.

“Truth,” he answered, then slowly, achingly, gloriously pushed inside.

She shifted, not uncomfortable but not quite right, and he murmured something in Gaelic that could have been a curse or a prayer, maybe both, before skating his hands beneath her thighs and tilting her so that not quite right disappeared.

He drank her gasp with his lips as he looped her knees at his waist. She figured out how to cross her ankles at his back and hold him close all on her own.

His long, clever fingers stroked where her thighs veed, the tender, rarely touched flesh trembling even as she did.

She was open to him in a way she’d never been open to anyone else. He’d seen her fear; he’d kissed away her terror. He’d protected her, saved her, and now he would make her forget everything but this moment and him.

His thrusts quickened. He lifted her knees higher and wider, and they became deeper. She was making desperate, begging sounds, her head thrown back, his mouth at her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts.

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