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her hands trailed over his body, palming his muscles. There was something deeply intimate in the way she was touching him.
    “I love how you feel inside me.” The emotion in her voice generated a sense of possession inside him. “We’re so good together.”
    “Come here,” he murmured, impressed that he managed to form a sentence, and pulled her to him. His mouth settled on top of hers.
    They traded warm kisses for a long time, until exhaustion overtook them both. Ryan knew dawn would soon be upon them. Despite wanting to hold her longer, he knew he needed to walk her back to the mouth of the cave before sunlight hit and she discovered his identity. Tomorrow, when he was thinking more clearly, he’d talk to her, tell her who he was and how he felt about her. Right now he just wanted to bask in the afterglow of their beautiful lovemaking and enjoy this magical moment.
    “I need to walk you back,” he murmured.
    Lauren snuggled in tighter. “Soon.”
    He closed his eyes in surrender and contentment, letting his emotions rule his actions. Something that felt like love whipped through his veins, and he knew, with each passing second, that he was falling harder and harder for her.

7
    R ibbons of early morning light drifted in through the mouth of the cave and covered their bodies in a warm golden glow. Lauren rose on one elbow to watch Ryan sleep, enjoying the soft noises he was making and the slow rise and fall of his chest.
    As she gazed at his hard, naked body, she quivered in delight. Heat moved through her bloodstream as she remembered every delicious minute of last night’s—all-night—lovemaking marathon. Over the course of the evening, she’d experienced an intimacy with Ryan unlike anything she’d ever experienced with a man. Through his gentle touch he’d proven to her over and over again that he cared about her as a person, not an object. He’d found her interesting and exciting in the light of day, and in the dark of night had made sweet love to her. To her . Lauren the woman, not Lauren the hot body.
    Even with impaired vision, he could see her for who she really was and had a talent for knowing exactly what she needed.
    Lauren remembered her advice to Danielle over a late lunch the day before that she should just go have fun with her fantasy man, have a good fuck and get him out of her system once and for all. But despite her advice, she couldn’t ignore the churning emotions inside her. She was head over heels in love with Ryan. And she wanted a lot more than just wild Tarzan sex from him.
    Her attention glided over his face. Her heart swelled as she reached out and brushed her fingertip lightly over the scars beneath his eyes. Now she understood his fears, his vulnerabilities and why he’d always kept his dark glasses on.
    The words damaged goods ran through her mind, and it occurred to her just how much his ex had hurt him, how deeply her words had cut. She knew firsthand how cruel words could create doubt and damage. Thankfully Ryan had helped her dispel her innermost fears. Her fingers fisted as her heart ached for him, and his deeply ingrained scars.
    She knew last night when she’d run into him that he’d immediately fallen into his Tarzan role. Since he was so intent on keeping his identity a secret, she went along with the role-playing. Even though she didn’t fully understand it, she respected his need for privacy. When she’d called out his name in the midst of an orgasm, she suspected he was too far gone to grasp the meaning.
    She ached to wake him, kiss him and spend the afternoon making love inside the cave, but she was also smart enough to know he wasn’t ready for that. Deep in her gut she knew he wasn’t quite ready for her to reveal that she had discovered his identity.
    She pulled a blanket up to cover his naked body as she went in search of her clothes. After dressing she quietly left the cave. She needed time to think. Time to figure out how she could show him what he