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reached up, lacing one hand into the hair at the base of her neck. Her arms wrapped around the back of his neck as he pulled her face down. The moment stretched into infinity, and then his lips were on hers, gentle at first, cautious, like he was still afraid she’d change her mind. She opened her mouth to him, pressing against his body until her breasts were tight against his bare chest.
    He groaned aloud, his tongue answering hers in its ferocity, teasing and sweeping the hot inside of her mouth as a fire built at the core of her. His hardness pressed against her ass, and the secret space between her thighs burned to feel him inside her.
    He pulled back, breathing heavy. “I want to savor this. I want to savor you.”
    He stood up, lifting her in his arms like she was no more than a feather. He carried her across the big room, parting the gauzy curtains in the sleeping area. Reaching down with one hand, he impatiently ripped the covers back from the bed before laying her gently on top of the silk sheets.
    He kicked his shoes off and stood there, staring at her with animal lust and something else, something fierce and possessive.
    His gaze set her skin aflame. Her hips came off the bed of their own accord, as if by meeting him halfway she could feel him inside of her faster.
    She reached for him. “Rowen …”
    He lay next to her, tucking his face into the hollow of her throat and inhaling. His lips touched the delicate skin near her ear. She moaned as his tongue flicked out, inflicting sweet torment as it traveled under her jaw and down her neck, his mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
    Her nipples were rigid with desire, and she took his hand and pressed it against her breasts, release already a promise building at the core of her.

Seventeen
    Rowen’s body was an inferno. Scarlet was stretched out next to him, the moans coming from her full lips almost sending him over the edge before he even had his damn pants off.
    Her breasts were full and heavy in his hands, the nipples pressing insistently against his fingertips even through her bra. He was burning for her, couldn’t wait another second to feel her bare skin against his.
    He lifted his mouth from the hollow between her breasts and took the bottom of her shirt in his hands. She groaned in protest, trying to pull him back down. Her desire made his erection, already painful against the restraint of his jeans, throb.
    He lifted the shirt from her head, gasping as the creamy skin of her abdomen was revealed, the crystalline pendant nestled between her breasts. Her pink nipples teased him through the black lace of her bra as she fell back, her hair a silky waterfall on the ivory pillow.
    “Please,” she gasped. “Hurry.”
    It took effort not to accommodate, not to rip off her clothes and his, too. Not to thrust into the wetness of her. And she was wet for him. That much was obvious from the arch of her back, her hips almost off the bed as she offered herself to him.
    He shook his head resolutely as he undid the button of her jeans, peeling back the denim to reveal her black lace panties. The Guard’s symbol, entwined with lush roses and thorny vines, was etched onto the translucent skin of her hipbone.
    “No hurrying, Scarlet.”
    He stood, his eyes devouring her as he unbuttoned his jeans. He was glad he’d never been a fan of underwear. One less layer between him and the nirvana that was her body.
    Her eyes were glued to him, his hunger for her fully revealed as he stepped out of the jeans. He gently lowered himself on top of her, groaning aloud when the tip of his erection hit the soft skin of her inner thigh. It took every ounce of self-control not to take her then and there. Not to slide into the wet heat of her. He wanted to fill her with his passion, to explode inside the mysterious garden of her body.
    But no. Scarlet wasn’t just anybody, some one-night stand. She deserved to be honored, and he intended to worship her body as long as he could