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churned within his stomach.
    He'd never been so completely affected by a woman before. She caused his body to ache, his heart to swell and his mind to be so consumed that he had no room for thoughts of anything else. It made him feel like a junkie, raw and unnerved. She was like a hit of heroine and he had to have her. One taste had not even come close to satisfying the maddening need that consumed him. He wanted more. He wanted it all.
    He dragged a hand through his hair, trying to straighten the tousled strands. He crossed the distance to her and drew her possessively into his arms. She tipped her head to the side and exposed the long length of her neck. She lifted her hand and the smoldering cigarette clasped between her fingers. She brought the tip to his lips.
    He inhaled deeply then expelled smoke against the window. It fanned over the glass and dispersed like clouds swept away by a storm. His fingers slipped over the back of her hand. He tugged the cigarette from her fingers and flicked it into the bar sink beside them.
    His lips gently brushed across the nape of her neck. The winds lifted the drawn curtains flanking the open balcony door. It made them flap with the frantic beat of his heart. The lull of the bay below drowned in a sea of rushing blood within his head. Darkness settled over him and she seemed to cast the only light within the room.
    Summer turned around. His arms were still clasped about her waist as he held her captive in his embrace. She let out a breathless sigh as she rested her head against his chest.
    The rhythmic thump, thump, thump of her heartbeat fanned across his chest. Her lax body rose and fell softly with the draw of his breath.
    Her body shuddered as though she were plagued by an inner chill or an unfavorable thought. She tipped her chin up as her jewel-tinted gaze searched his face with a wordless yearning. His dark, heavy brows furrowed. “What's wrong?"
    "Nothing.” She smiled innocently. “Just making a memory."
    It surprised him to find that beneath the tough exterior she was painfully soft and terribly caring. He wished he could say that he was pleased but he wasn't. In truth he had wanted her to be hard and cold. He had planned to fuck her, get it out of his system and move on. But he couldn't make himself walk away. He wanted her. He needed her. Fuck me , he thought. He was falling for her. “Making a memory of?"
    "This moment."
    "It's perfect.” He kissed her softly on the lips.
    She tore herself from his arms and crossed to the wet bar. She paused as though some inner conflict had her second guessing every action. “Don't say that."
    "Why?"
    There was a slight tremble to her hand as she reached for a wineglass. She poured herself a splash of merlot from the opened bottle. “Nothing's ever perfect.” She lifted the glass to her lips and sipped. “Nothing lasts forever."
    "Who needs forever when we have tonight?” Anthony crossed to her once again. He took the glass from her hand and set it on the bar.
    His fingers wrapped around her arm and he yanked her playfully around. Damn this woman. She was a mountain of contrasts. Soft and supple in one moment as she begged him to claim her, yet dangerous and brazen as she challenged convention in the next. Why did she have to be so fucking perfect for him? It wasn't fair to him or his wicked desires.
    Anthony swept her into his arms. He cradled her against his chest as he carried her back to the bed. He dropped her into the plush bedding and pinned her beneath his body.
    His fingertips grazed her temples as he swept her golden hair away from her brow. “Summer?” he asked as he lazily trailed his thumb over her parted lips.
    "Hummm?"
    "Your story.” His voice was still raw. “If you really want it, I'll give it to you.” He heard the words tumble from his lips yet he couldn't believe he had actually said it. If this wasn't love, then he didn't know what was.
    Summer lifted her hand. She cupped her palm over his scruffy