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tender skin, he elicited a plaintive cry from her.
    â€œWhy would you fight me?” she practically purred.
    He shook his head slightly, trailing his tongue in circles about her nipple, and murmured, “Because I’m a thirty-eight-year-old idiot.”
    â€œOnly smart in the conference room, Lieutenant Daniels?” She giggled uproariously, and he pressed his lips against the skin at the base of her neck, feeling her pulse throb.
    â€œMaybe,” he agreed with a soft chuckle. “It’s where I first found my nerve with you.”
    He nuzzled her, suckling at the pulse-point of her neck, hard. Her scent entered his body instantaneously, and the urge to make her his own was so overpowering and strong that he had to work her up beneath him. There was no time to go slow, not now. They might be rescued at any moment; the fantasy-world that they’d created together might crash down around them completely before he could have her.
    He lifted off of her, kneeling between her legs and she lay back on the ground, gazing up at him through hooded, sexy eyes. With a quick glance overhead at the late day sky, he estimated that nightfall was eminent.
    Rising to his feet, he extended a hand to her. “Come with me, Anna. I have an idea.”
    She looked up at him in confusion, but he just smiled back at her, drawing her to his side. Without a warning he scooped her into his arms, and she wrapped both legs about him, face-first. His swollen cock bobbed against her abdomen as he carried her toward the open field just a few feet away. Willow grew in places, but mostly it was soft, sun-warmed grass. The perfect meadow for first becoming lovers.
    He kept careful hold of her, both of his large hands hitched beneath her thighs, and slowly dropped to the ground until he knelt in the grass that swayed from a slight breeze. Never taking his eyes off of Anna, he lowered her onto her back, and remained kneeling between her thighs. Reaching with one hand, he clasped her hip, with the other he stroked between her legs, immediately feeling the sweet nectar of her arousal. He stroked her harder, his hand trembling as he slid a finger deep inside of her; clutching warmth met his cooler skin and as one they shivered.
    Anna leaned back in the grass, her eyes shut with an expression of pure ecstasy on her face, thick velvet lashes fluttering against her very fair cheeks. Bracing one forearm, he lowered atop of her, still keeping his hips lifted high enough that he could coax and tease the folds of skin between her legs, could plunge deeper with first one finger, then two…now three. She arched her back, and for a moment he settled his hips against hers, levering himself atop of her—although he allowed his fingers to remain inside of her. His breathing grew intense and heavy, her body tensed, and around his fingers he felt a quavering reaction.
    Rolling her head back, she tried desperately to pull more of him inside. “Nevin, gods, please.” She moaned, bucking her hips up, and his hand fell away. “You, I need you .” A scream ripped from her throat; she dug her fingernails into both of his bare shoulders at the precise moment that he plunged within her.
    Her hands gripped at his buttocks, squeezing; the smell of earth and dampness and lust filled his nostrils, driving him harder within her—to the very brink. She skimmed both hands along his back, lingering for a moment on the puckered scar of a bullet wound. He gave his head a light shake; they would talk about the battles—all the painful days—later. This one moment was meant for perfection.
    Raising his hips, he drew himself out to the very edge and she lifted after him, trying to draw him back inside. She couldn’t help whimpering slightly as he kept himself suspended, a wicked grin on his face. “You’re a tease,” she gasped as he sheathed himself deep within her again.
    Wrapping both legs about his waist, she worked