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gave in to the sobs again. She threw her arms around his neck and held on for dear life. Her life. She had been so empty without him. Now, warmth grew inside her, furling, encasing her heart. He was a man. Brock. Not an animal.
    And she wanted him.
    * * * *
    Brock loosened his grip after Allie stepped away with her every ragged breath tugging at him. She put another step between them and looked him in the eyes, tears glistening but no longer falling.
    "I missed you, too,” she said, and peace washed over him.
    She pushed her hair out of her face and rubbed at the bared midriff that tantalized him. When she caught him looking, she smiled nervously for a moment then firmed her lips. With a flirtatious smirk, she unbuttoned her denim service shirt and threw it to the side to reveal her ample breasts.
    His chest began that damn rumbling he hadn't been able to still since he'd caught her scent.
    He took the one long step separating them. Intent on caressing that pure, beckoning pale skin, he hesitated for a blink of an eye. He didn't want to mar her perfection. He moved behind her before she could say a word and tickled her ribs. As she had when she was young, she leaned over, wrapped her arms around herself, and giggled. Unlike before, her sweet ass bumped into his erection, and he nearly came on the spot.
    "Ssst,” he hissed. His fingers hardened around her, no longer playful. Now demanding, seeking.
    "Did I hurt you?” she asked and tipped her head back to face him over her shoulder.
    If he hadn't scented her before to be sure, now he was certain she was inexperienced. She wouldn't mistake that groan if she'd ever been with a man. He would be her first and her last. His cock practically wept to be inside her.
    "I'm fine,” he answered with a tight voice that threatened to break. “I'll be better if I can touch you."
    She blushed. The red points on her cheeks coincided with a rush of heat from her. The scent of her arousal nearly shoved him past civility. He had to hold her but without hurting her. Brock needed to talk to keep his mind just this side of sanity.
    "When you denied my offer of marriage,” he began.
    She tensed as if to interrupt, and the sorrow in her profile eased some of the old heartache. He silenced her with a finger on her lips. She kissed the tip of it. He trailed down her chin, throat, breast, and then brushed across her nipple. Her skin pebbled, and a light dusty hue rose on her neck and spread over her chest. The heat resonated on his own skin and sent shivers all over him.
    "I got angry,” he continued in a soft voice. His tale would not be pretty, but the woman standing patiently for his touch was beautiful and deserved tenderness.
    "Shh,” he said when she tried to turn and speak. “Wait."
    He cupped Allie's pert breasts and massaged. They fit perfectly in his large hands. Much taller than her, he looked over her shoulder and straight down the valley of her breasts to the waistband of the slacks he wanted to tear off. He ran a finger down her side to stop on her hip and pulled her bottom flush against his erection.
    To keep from ripping the rest of her clothes off, he kissed her neck and continued. “I ran and ran. The running wasn't enough. I stopped at an out of the way bar. I planned to think over a beer. Instead, I didn't think, and I got stupid and very drunk."
    Allie reached over her shoulder to cup the side of his face, and he leaned into her gentle touch.
    "What did you want to think about?” she asked. Her softness soothed more of the emptiness he'd carried for three years.
    "Nothing. Well, about you. How to change your mind. What had caused that fear I saw in your eyes when you looked at me."
    She cringed and dropped her hand, but she didn't move away. Before he could stop himself, he smoothed his hands on her stomach and eased a finger into the top of her pants. They both froze, but her growing excitement grew thick in the air. He sucked in the scent and ran his tongue over his