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heart. Maybe you don’t realize it yet, but you’re mine, sweetie.”
    She shuddered. I felt her nipples tighten, poking through her layers against me. The predator in me smiled victoriously. Leaning back, I met her dazed gaze. “Speak now or forever hold your peace, babe.”
    Her brows furrowed inwards, causing lines to appear on her forehead. “You really want me.” It was a statement, but I heard the question in her tone.
    “Damn right I want you.”
    I waited for her to work through it in her mind. I knew the moment she accepted my answer. A broad smile lit up her expression, bringing a novel shimmer to her eyes. “Well, damn right I want you too, Sergeant Daniel Rodriguez.”
    “Get your sexy ass over here.” I growled as I finally claimed her lips. And, as cheesy as it sounds, I heard the fucking fireworks.
    She tasted like sin, the richest dessert. She felt like heaven; she felt like home. Never had anyone felt so right in my arms.
    I plunged my tongue between her surprisingly apt lips. She met my eagerness with eagerness. Without fail, we were always in line with each other, even when there were thousands of miles between us. I doubted I would ever find a more perfect woman, a more perfect moment. I hadn’t realized I’d been waitin g three anxious years for this.
    Three years worth of longing surfaced quick, driving me into a rough frenzy to claimed her in every way possible, the way she’d laid claim to my heart over the years.

    — 16 —
    Kellie
    I swore I heard angels singing as he captured my lips, as he finally laid claim to the heart he’d owned for years.
    I felt his muscles coil and flex as he wrapped his arms around me. His hands molded to every curve, traveled up and down my body manhandling every inch of me with perfection.
    I grabbed his uniform, bunching the material in my hands as I clung to him. Appropriately, I wanted to lift a leg and point my curled toes towards the ceiling. He ravished my lips the way every woman I know longs for a man to possess them.
    We gasped for air between kisses, between plundering tongues and aggressive hands.
    Abruptly, he broke away. Determination was vivid in his expression; desire darkened his eyes; red rouged his well-kissed lips. “Bedroom?”
    “Down the hall.”
    I shrieked as he hoisted me into his arms, reclaiming my lips. Blindly, faithfully, I allowed him to carry me to my bedroom. I was giddier than a schoolgirl inside, my soul shouting in delight for many reasons.
    He set me down beside the bed, pushing the back of my legs against the mattress. Impatiently, he ripped at my clothes between breathless sweeps of his lips across mine.
    Just as eager, I jerked his uniform top free of his pants and undid his belt. I’d been stripped down to my bra and panties by that time though.
    He stepped out of my reach. His chest rose and fell heavily as I met his heated gaze. His eyes traveled up and down the ample swells of my plus size body. I crossed my arms across my chest, struggling not to fidget.
    “You’re so damn beautiful.”
    I swiftly met his gaze, my racing heart calming just a bit at the sincerity in his expression, the truth in his tone. Hannah was right. I wasn’t going to believe her until he told me, and I wasn’t going to believe him until he’d said it repeatedly. Somehow, he knew that though. Somehow, he knew what I needed without me saying it.
    His attention was locked on me the entire time he removed his uniform. When he stepped back towards me, he was stripped down to his boxers; he’d torn down damn near every last barrier between us.
    Just as I’d suspected, he was shredded. His muscles had cuts I’d never seen on a man before. He was strong, self-assured. I knew by the way he gently, yet fiercely embraced me with his bare arms that he would always protect me, that his arms would forever be a safe haven for me.
    He slowed down. Gone were the rough caresses and impatient grasps. He took a moment to carefully free my hair,