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my fingers in her hair, holding her still as my lips meet hers. I lightly trace the edge of her upper lip with the tip of my tongue, gratified when I feel her give in as her body yields to mine. She sighs as I deepen the kiss, my tongue parting her lips to slip inside and tangle with hers. My God. She tastes like a thousand stars…like all the magic and mystery in the world...and I never want to stop kissing her. But she’s shivering, and I realize she must be freezing standing out here in my waterlogged t-shirt.
    “You’re cold,” I murmur. In one swift motion, I grasp the hem of her shirt and peel it off of her. She’s wearing nothing underneath but the tiny black thong, but it’s better than the soaking wet fabric holding the cold against her.
    “Hey!” she protests.
    Wrapping the towel around her, I scoop her into my arms, carry her into the living room, and set her down in front of the roaring fire, letting the heat warm her.
    “Stay here and warm up while I get you another shirt,” I say.
    Holding my gaze with hers, she unwraps the towel and deliberately drops it to the floor.
    “Make love to me, Marcus,” she whispers.
    I’m as powerless to resist her as I was ten years ago. I may go to hell for it, but I don’t care. The way I see it, one more glimpse of heaven is worth a lifetime of hell. And there’s no doubt about it—it will be hell to lose her twice. But there’s not really a choice.
    “Turn around.”
    With a small smile she obeys, turning to face the fire as I quickly drop my own towel and peel off my wet boxers. I come up behind her and trail my fingers lightly over her stomach, inordinately pleased by the way it quivers under my touch. I pull her back against me, her sweet little ass pressing against me as I cup her breast. I lift her hair and press my lips against her neck, using my tongue and mouth and teeth as I softly kiss my way up her neck to that sweet little hollow behind her ear. My thumb brushes over one erect nipple and she moans. I pinch it lightly as I bite her earlobe and I smile as she squeaks.
    I play with her a bit longer, kissing and nibbling her neck as my fingers torment her sensitive nipples, plucking and teasing and pulling and twisting until she’s squirming, her bottom rubbing against me erotically.
    I turn her slightly and she tips her head back to look at me, her eyes stormy with passion. With gentle fingers, I tilt her chin up and kiss her. This time I don’t stop until she’s breathless, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. I lift her into my arms, marveling at how tiny she is, how perfectly she fits next to me as she snuggles into my chest, how her silken skin burns against mine. Gently, I lower her down onto the soft fur rug in front of the fire and she stretches sensuously, her back arching so that her small, perfect breasts thrust forward.
    With a groan, I fasten my lips over one, feeling a stab of pure male satisfaction as she purrs and arches even more into my mouth. I tease her relentlessly, my lips and tongue brushing over each impossibly stiff point before gently biting down and tugging, then pulling back to circle each nipple lightly with the tip of my tongue before starting all over again.
    “Dammit, Marcus,” she curses softly. “Please!” She lifts her hips in sweet supplication.
    “I like the way you beg,” I say with a small smile. “Don’t stop.”
    I kiss lower, over the flat plane of her stomach, stopping to circle her naval before continuing my languorous exploration of her body. I intend to memorize every inch of it so I can remember this for a lifetime. My tongue blazes a path over her hipbone and I can’t help but trace the outline of the little crescent moon there before pressing another kiss against her soft skin. She shudders delicately.
    I stop when I’m between her legs, my eyes feasting on her sweet pussy. It’s bare, and I can see the trickle of moisture between her swollen lips. A man could die happy between an aroused