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“Oh, God, yes.” She closed her eyes against the truth and felt the hot tears moisten her lashes.I don’t want to love you,she thought for a fleeting moment.Dear Lord, I don’t want to love you.He lowered his head and kissed her eyelids, first one and then the other, tasting the salt of her tears and knowing that he couldn’t deny himself any longer.
“I love you, Tiffany,” he whispered, while his fingers strayed to the pearl buttons holding the bodice of her dress together, and his lips touched her neck, moving over the smooth skin and the rope of gold. His tongue pressed against the flickering pulse in the hollow of her throat.
“No.”If only she could trust him.
“I’ve loved every minute I’ve spent with you. . . .”
Each solitary button was slowly unbound, and the shimmery blue fabric of her dress parted in the night. Her straining breasts, covered only by a lacy, cream-colored camisole and the golden curtain of her hair, pressed upward. The dark points seductively invited him to conquer her, and Zane felt hot desire swelling uncomfortably in his loins at the dark impressions on the silky fabric.
He groaned at the sight of her. He slowly lowered his head to taste one of the ripe buds encased in silk. His tongue toyed with the favored nipple until Tiffany’s heart was pounding so loudly it seemed to echo in the darkness. His hands caressed her, fired her blood, promised that their joining would be one of souls as well as flesh.
Somewhere in the distance, over the sound of Zane’s labored breathing, she heard the sound of lapping water and the cry of a night bird, but everything she felt was because of Zane. Liquid fire ignited from deep within her and swirled upward through her pulsing veins.
His warm tongue moistened the lace and left it wet, to dry in the chill breeze. She shuddered, more from the want of him than the cold. When his hands lifted the dress over her head, she didn’t protest.
Tenderly at first, and then more wildly, he stroked her breasts until she writhed beneath him, trying to get closer to the source of her exquisite torment. He removed the camisole slowly and then let his lips and teeth toy with one sweet, aching breast. Tiffany moaned throatily, from somewhere deep in her soul.
His tongue moistened the dark nipple until it hardened beautifully, and then he began to suckle ravenously, all the while touching the other breast softly, making it ready. Just when Tiffany thought she could stand no more of the sweet torment, he turned to the neglected breast and he feasted again.
“Oh, Zane,” Tiffany cried, her fever for his love making demands upon her. She was empty, void, and only he could make her whole again.
His hands continued to stroke her while he slowly removed the remaining scanty pieces of her clothing. She felt her lace panties slide over her hips. Warm fingers traced the ridge of her spine and lingered at the swell of her hips.
He touched all of her, making her ready, while she slowly undressed him and ran her fingers hungrily over his naked chest. His muscles rippled beneath her touch, and she was in awe at the power her touch commanded.
He kicked off his jeans almost angrily and was only satisfied when he was finally lying atop her; hard male muscles pressed heatedly against their softer feminine counterparts.
The need in him was evident; his eyes were dark with desire, his breathing labored, his heartbeat thudding, savaging against her flattened breasts. A thin sheen of sweat glistened over his supple muscles. His lips pressed hungrily, eagerly over hers.
“Let me love you, sweet lady,” he coaxed, rubbing against her seductively, setting her skin aflame with his touch.
Her blood pulsed wildly in her veins. All thoughts of denial had fled long ago. The ache within her, burning with the need for fulfillment, throbbed with the want of him.
“Please,” she whispered, closing her eyes against the glorious torment of his fingers kneading her buttocks.
Her fingers stroked him, and he cried out her name. He could withhold himself no longer.
With only a fleeting thought that this woman was the widow of Ellery Rhodes, he gently parted her legs and delved into the warmth of the woman he loved. His body joined with hers and he became one with the wife of the man he had vowed to destroy. He whispered her name, over and over again, as if his secret incantation could purge her from his soul.
He watched in fascination as she threw back her head and exposed the white column of her throat. Her fingernails dug into the muscles of his back before she shuddered in complete surrender. His explosion within her sent a series of shock waves through his body until he collapsed over her.
“I love you, Tiffany,” he whispered, his breathing as raspy as the furious wind. He twined his fingers in her hair and let his head fall to the inviting hollow between her breasts.Oh, but to die with this beautiful woman.
Tiffany’s entire body began to relax. The warmth within her seemed to spread into the night. Zane touched her chin with one long finger and kissed her lips.
Lying naked in the dark grass, with only the sounds of the night and the gentle whisper of Zane’s breath, she felt whole. Large drops of rain began to fall from the black sky, but Tiffany didn’t notice. She was only aware of Zane and his incredible touch. His fingers traced the curve of her cheek. “I meant it, you know,” he whispered, smiling down at her.
“What?”
“That I love you.”
Tiffany released a tormented sigh and pulled herself into a sitting position. “You don’t have to say—”
His fingers wrapped possessively around her wrist and his eyes bored into hers. “I only say what I mean.”
“Do you, Zane?” she asked, her face contorted in pain as the doubts of the morning and her conversation with Dustin invaded her mind. God, how desperately she wanted to believe him.
“What is it, Tiffany?” he asked, suddenly releasing her. “Ever since I arrived, I’ve gotten the feeling that something isn’t right. What happened?”
