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experiencing a primitive stirring within her.His enormous strength and virility were magnetic. “I like the way you look.” She stared at his broad shoulders. “You’re very big, aren’t you?”
    His frown deepened with anxiety. “I won’t hurt you.” He dropped to his knees, one hand cupping her breast in his palm. “I know I’m built like a mountain, but I’ll be careful. You’re so damn little.” His eyes narrowed, and a flicker of relief replaced the anxiety on his face. “Your heart is beating double time. Maybe you don’t care…. Does it excite you to know how different we are?” He plucked teasingly at her nipple. “It excites me.” One hand began unfastening her belt as the other gently opened and closed on her breast. “I like to think how tight you are. How you’ll squeeze me.” His finger circled her nipple.
    The tingling between her thighs appeared to be spreading, throbbing through every nerve in her body.
    “You’ll sheath me tightly. Like this.” Hishand gripped her breast. “But I won’t release you, like this.” His hand released its pressure. “I’ll keep going, moving until I—”
    She didn’t realize she had made a hoarse sound deep in her throat, but he heard it. He stopped, and his smile held a touch of savagery. “You want me? Now?”
    She nodded. “Please,” she whispered.
    His chuckle held surprise as well as sudden tenderness. “What a polite little girl you are. It’s I who should say ‘please.’” He rose to his feet and reached down to pull her up. “Please, will you get rid of the rest of these monstrous clothes?” He was getting rid of them himself, even as he spoke. He kicked the garments aside and smiled down at her. “Please, may I pet you?” His hand cupped between her thighs, gently massaging her womanhood.
    Her eyes widened in shock as impossible sensations convulsed her. Her hands grabbed wildly at his shoulders. “Fletch—”
    “Shh, I haven’t remembered to be this polite in a long time. I believe I’m enjoying it.”His fingers insinuated, stroked. “Please, may I pleasure you this way, Samantha?” His eyes studied her face. “And it
is
pleasure, isn’t it?”
    “Yes,” she murmured, her eyes closed. “Wonderful.”
    “So are you,” he said softly. “Wonderfully tight. Wonderfully ready for me. Open your eyes, Samantha.”
    She opened heavy lids, gazing at him languorously.
    “That’s what I wanted to see,” he whispered. “I want to know you’re wanting me.” He drew her back down on the blanket. “I want to know you’re mine.” He gently pushed her back and came over her, his eyes blazing down at her. “And you are, aren’t you?”
    There was something wrong, she realized vaguely. There was a hardness in the demand that was at odds with the pleasure he was giving her. “I don’t think—” She broke off as his fingers began the magic he had so recently abandoned. She bit her lower lip tokeep from screaming, as wave after wave of desire engulfed her, drowned her. “Fletch, I can’t …”
    “I can’t, either.” He gazed down at her, his nostrils flaring, his eyes glittering wildly in the firelight. “I wanted to wait, but I’m going insane.” His lips pressed hard against her own, his tongue driving, plunging wildly. “Will you take me, Samantha? Now?” His teeth were clenched, his face drawn as if in pain. “Please?”
    That last entreaty was not in the same half-mocking tone he had used previously. It was gasped with a desperation that stirred a strange maternal tenderness within her. Her hand reached up to tangle in his thick curls. “Yes,” she whispered lovingly. “Now, Fletch.”
    His lips covered her own as he entered her slowly, carefully. She could feel the tension in his every muscle as he tried to hold himself back from her. Fullness … She closed her eyes, savoring the deliciousness of thesensation. Yet it was not quite enough. She moved, trying to tempt him to give more.
    “No, be