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He could feel the last of her tension slipping away.
Another kiss, then. Another whisper of his mouth on hers. It didn’t mean anything. He only wanted to hold her and soothe her.
She was so warm. So soft.
One more kiss. Just one, and if, by chance, her mouth clung to his, if she sighed and slid her arms around his neck…
“Mia,” he whispered, “baby.”
Her hands crept up his chest. Over his shoulders. Her fingers linked at his nape. When he kissed her, her mouth opened to his.
Before he could think, his hand was under her shirt, seeking her breast, cupping it. She moaned and his kiss deepened.
Suddenly, she drew back. Her eyes, filled with doubt, met his.
“I don’t know who you are, Matthew. I don’t know what you are. This is—it’s crazy. We can’t. We shouldn’t—”
She broke off in midsentence. On a desperate sob, she clasped his face between her hands, brought his mouth to hers and kissed him with a passion that set him on fire.
Together, they pulled off her clothes. She rose to him as he knelt between her thighs and buried himself inside her on one long, silken thrust.
She was weeping at the end. Weeping with happiness.
And Matthew was filled with joy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A WHILE AGO, Matthew had used an ancient meditation technique to find restful slumber.
Now, all he needed was to make love with Mia, then have her fall asleep in his arms.
There were still so many unanswered questions…but right now, all that mattered was this. Mia, warm and soft in his embrace.
He felt her body relax against his. He kissed her and she sighed and rolled to her side, her head still on his shoulder. Matthew drew her closely against him.
All those questions, he thought…
And fell with her, into sleep.
In the pale silver light just before dawn, as soft birdcalls sounded in the forest, Mia woke in Matthew’s arms, pressed back against him.
His mouth was on her nape.
His hands cupped her breasts.
And the hot, silken-steel fullness of his erection nudged at the juncture of her thighs.
She started to turn in his arms, but he wouldn’t let her. Instead he pushed into her, his penetration deep and powerful.
No preliminaries.
There was no need for any. She was ready and eager for his possession.
She cried out; her head fell back against his shoulder as he began to move, faster and faster, and when he groaned and sank his teeth into her flesh, she flew with him into the golden sun.
Long moments later, he turned her in his arms. Her eyes were coals, burning into his.
“Matthew,” she whispered.
