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Something flickered inside her, something jarring and unwanted.

Fear.

This was no simple coupling. There was too much intimacy in the way his arms cradled her, the way they shared the air and watched bliss play across one another’s faces.

He quickened his pace with a low groan, as if feeling her disconnect.

Celia closed her eyes to the emotion and leaned her head back, reveling in the pull and thrust of his hard cock.

His hand caught her face in a gentle, firm grip. The heady scent of her arousal on his fingers sent a fresh wave of heart-pounding pleasure coiling through her.

“Damn it, Celia. Open yer eyes.”

She gritted her teeth against the command and increased the desperate arch of her hips.

Alec growled and his steady thrust slowed.

“Open yer eyes,” he said more gently. “Look at me.” He nuzzled his lips to her ear. “Trust me,” he breathed.

Her eyes blinked open and found his hot blue gaze fixed on her. His thumb swept her lower lip where he held her jaw. His body strained as he thrust forward, his face soft with pleasure.

A warmth in Celia’s belly mingled with the swirl of bliss flowing hot in her veins.

She watched his face with each flex of his hips, the way his brow creased with concentrated pleasure, the way his lips relaxed around his breathing, the way his eyes devoured her own excitement.

He pressed her more firmly to the door, caught her standing leg in his hand and lifted it too.

For one dizzying moment she thought she might fall, but then he pushed inside her again and her legs wrapped around his waist.

His hands cradled her bottom and he thrust, hitting a different spot yet again.

Spots of pleasure danced in her vision.

He groaned and his hands tightened where they clamped against her bottom. His movement increased, faster, harder, more desperate.

Her sex tightened around him with the threat of surrender to him.

Alec plunged faster, stoking her body with the promise of explosive euphoria. “Come with me, Celia.”

The heat of Alec’s gaze said everything she longed for, but never let herself taste.

She was cherished.

She belonged.

She relinquished herself to the grasp of desire and longing and everything else she ever resisted.

He pumped in short, jerky thrusts and swelled against the clenching of her pleasure. His groan coupled with her cry and their bodies tightened together beneath the embrace of shared release.

Stars spun around Celia and flames of passion licked across her flesh, but never once did she tear her gaze from Alec’s.

When their breath calmed and the vestiges of pleasure had waned, he still gazed down at her with an open tenderness that stroked a secret flame of longing within her.

Chapter Twenty-One

Alec trailed the tip of his middle finger down Celia’s shoulder. Light from early dawn played across her skin, brilliant gold against smooth cream.

Her moan was languid, as was the way she nudged the curve of her bottom against his well-used cock. The night had been spent making up for the months of separation.