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He circled his hands around both of her ankles and forced her legs to part She craned her neck to catch a glimpse of him He caressed his way up her calves, dabbled at the backs of her knees and finally reached the curve of her rear He traced a heart-shaped pattern around one side, all the way to her lower back, and then down the other side of her

When he knelt, his face directly in line with the soaking heart of her, she rested her cheek on a pillow and closed her eyes, savoring every illicit sensation It felt as though she were being worshipped

Soft lips pressed into the underside of one globe, then the other Treue It stroked her where she ached, her body rejoicing even as it demanded more She arched her back to allow hi his tongue inside her He pinched her directly between her legs and slid his fingers through her wetness, allowing the in and out of her He scissored the up to her center and circling, pressing

She fisted the sheets as moan after moan was ripped from her Both the position and the pleasure left her vulnerable to hi he couldn’t do to her--and she wanted hi she would deny hirated then, the way he worked her a testament to the endless depths of the starvation she’d seen in him Her tre an inferno Pressuresojust like the heat, with the heat, and any second she expected to--

Shatter

His hand swiped at her ankle, sending her legs farther apart, allowing his fingers to sink all the way in, and the pressure exploded inside her, theher But even as she shook, Jase took her by the hips and flipped her over, so that she lay on her back

He towered between her legs His lips glistened with her arousal, his chest rising and falling with a swiftness that matched her own As she watched, he unfastened the button of his pants and lowered the zipper, freeing his and set her foot on theher spread wide His gaze locked on the heart of her, heatingburningand he traced a fingertip down the center, drawing another cry fro need for more

"I thought Strawberry Valley had becoel You’re where I’ve put down roots"

The words cauterized a wound she hadn’t known she had--one she’d carried ood people could die too young Why her uncle couldn’t love her and her sister more thanBrook Lynn

Yet here was thisher she was home to him

She arched her hips in silent benediction He fisted his erection at the base and placed hi the tip slide inbefore stilling, hovering there, teasing and tor her hat could be

"You’re aze captured hers, e blue, and he slid the rest of the way in, filling her, stretching her, fusing with her "Never forget"

"Never"