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grip of her mouth as her senses were overwhelmed with the flavor releasing into her mouth.
    She was on her tiptoes reaching for him. He released her hands then, though she had no fight left in her. They gripped his biceps, her nails biting into the cloth of his shirt, feeling the muscles underneath clench and bunch as he lifted her closer. Taber pressed her against the tree, his thigh insinuating itself between hers, rocking against her woman’s core. Sweet heaven. Her head swam with the pleasure, the exquisite heat suddenly building deep within her womb.
    She pressed closer to his thigh, moaning at the pressure against her swelling clit, needing more, so much more than what he was giving her now. The helicopter’s motor was a distant sound; the wind sweeping over them, caused by the rotation of the blades, was just another caress to her rapidly sensitizing body.
    “Taber, goddammit, now!” John’s voice was an intrusion she fought to deny. Not now—nothing could separate them now. Not until she could fill herself with the taste of him, had enough to ease the painful hunger beginning to claw in the depths of her vagina.
    “No,” she whispered desperately as his head raised, his gaze narrow, staring down at her, blistering with the heat of lust and a glimmer of fury.
    “Mine,” he growled again as though intent on forcing her to admit this.
    Roni shook her head, shuddering, needing more of his kiss, more of the drugging sensations that weighed her body with heavy sensuality.
    “No time,” John yelled again, his body a hazy blur at the edge of her vision. “Dammit, get her to the ‘copter before you get caught on the ground. You want to lose her forever?”
    Taber didn’t speak. He spared a second to shoot the other man a furious look before his arm tightened around Roni’s waist, forcing her forward, moving quickly for the helicopter awaiting them in the clearing.
    Roni fought to move her feet, to keep up with him, to voice her protest, her anger, but nothing seemed to work. Her senses were cloudy, so dazed that she feared she was beginning to lose her own grip on reality.
    “’Bout damned time,” a strange male voice called out as Taber practically forced Roni into the helicopter.
    No sooner had he jumped in beside her and slammed the door closed than the craft was lifting into the air. The surging power echoed through Roni’s body, the vibration of the motors nearly painful to her sensitive nerves.
    She glanced up at Taber, confused, frightened. He watched her, his eyes narrowed, lust gleaming in the rich green depths, determination marking his proud features. This wasn’t the gentle man who had protected her for years. It wasn’t the tender lover who had left her at the garage months ago, promising to return. This was a side of Taber she had never seen. It was both arousing and terrifying, leaving her lost amid the conflicting feelings sweeping over her.
    “What have you done to me?” She whispered the words as her body began to ache, to plead for his touch, his kiss. Just once more, something inside her screamed out in agony. A touch, a taste…
    “I made you mine.” He mouthed the words back to her. Slowly, clearly. “Mine, Roni. Forever.”
    Her eyes widened. Panic and lust churned in her body, throbbing through her veins, setting fires in her breasts, her womb, her vagina. She was burning, aching for his touch.
    Roni shook her head, fighting her confusion and the sudden fear of exactly what he had done to her. She swallowed a moan as her womb rippled; her cunt spasming as a shudder worked up her spine, along her scalp as the heat began to build.
    She fought to breathe as she watched Taber’s nostrils flare, his eyes darkening further as though some stimulus had caught his senses. His cheekbones appeared flushed beneath the dark tan, his lips fuller, more sensual. His eyes glittered with sexual intent.
    Roni licked her dry lips nervously, wanting, needing to touch him, but terrified of the