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heated kisses across her tingling skin. Just when she would
have lifted them to his mouth, he found them.
    Her nipples tightened even before he touched them, and touch
them he did, first with the rough pads of this thumbs and then his mouth. The
grazing motion of his teeth and the wet heat of his tongue excited the tips
until they gathered into tight little buds. She arched, offering them to him,
and he accepted, sucking on one and then biting it gently before turning to the
other one. Jocelyn lost track of time, of space, of everything except the
pleasure and tension building within her.
    When he lifted her and guided her legs around his waist, she
allowed it. When he tugged her skirts from between them and settled himself
between her legs, she allowed it. And when he lifted the plaid he wore and
placed his hard flesh at her opening, she begged him for it.
    “Connor, please?”
    She tried to settle herself on him, tried to bring his flesh
inside hers and tried to find the release he pushed her toward, but he slowed
and lifted his head, meeting her eyes. She waited for some word, but he held her
gaze as he lifted her higher and slid his hands around her thighs. His fingers
reached into the place between her legs and she felt the caress of many of them
along her cleft, as they opened her heated flesh and teased it relentlessly.
    “Please!” she whispered again.
    He rubbed the hard ridge of flesh against her then, letting her
feel it and want it deep inside her but not giving it to her. His fingers pushed
her toward her peak, and she moved her hips trying to push faster and harder. He
would not. His pace slowed when her body threatened to find its release and he
stopped completely when she reached down to touch him.
    Connor let her touch him then, his flesh ached for her. He
wanted to plunge into her but held back. His plan, which seemed a good one at
some time, was to tease her until she begged, believing she would fight it. Then
he would give her the release she asked for in the prelude to his efforts to
find the truth.
    But the truth he found was that he could not play this game and
not be pulled into it with her. His body was hers from the first moment when she
took his hand and walked at his side. It urged and hungered for hers and he
wanted to bury himself so deep within her that they were no longer two, but
one—moving together, breathing together, being together. Now as she lifted herself up and took his cock in her hand, he was
lost.
    She watched him as her fingers encircled his flesh and then
began to slide along his length, massaging and caressing in the way he loved.
The corners of her mouth, those lips now swollen from his ardent kisses, curved
upward ever so slightly into the hint of a smile and it drove him mad. Even
while she continued her efforts between them, he leaned down and took her mouth
once more, possessing her as deeply as he could, thrusting his tongue into her
mouth as his cock would soon do into her feminine flesh. Her body melted against
him and he knew they were both nearing release. Drawing back, he looked at her
eyes, glazed with passion, and spoke the message he wanted her to hear.
    “Ask, Jocelyn. Ask anything of me and it is yours.”
    He knew what she wanted now but hoped she realized he was
giving her the key she sought—to his flesh, to his heart and to the strongbox
that seemed to hold what she needed.
    “Please, Connor,” she whispered again, lifting her body, using
his hips so she could move against him.
    “Ask. Me. Jocelyn,” he growled, kissing her again, a fast,
deep, possessive one that left them breathless once more.
    She leaned her head back against the wall, exposing the creamy
skin of her graceful neck and luscious breasts to him. Taking a ragged breath in
and releasing it, she whispered her need to him.
    “Take me, Connor. Fill me,” she urged. Lifting her head to look
at him, she smiled. “Love me, husband.”
    It took but those few words and he moved, shifting her