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his lips. She kissed him, murmuring, “I love you.”
    He groaned, drove into her again and again as he melded his body with hers until they were both shaking, their bodies on the edge, barely holding on.
    “You’re mine,” he said against her ear, so softly she wasn’t certain she had heard him. Her climax stole over her, leaving her body trembling and her insides thrumming with the force of her release.
    She gasped, drew a shaky breath as he groaned and arched his back as he came inside her, his heat joining hers deep within. He repeated it then, more urgently. “You’re mine, Carmen. Body and soul and I won’t ever let you go.”
    Carmen held him tight, cradling his head against her breasts as his breathing slowed. She kissed his forehead and knew he still didn’t understand. He might not want to let her go, but then again, she didn’t want to go. She was his, but he was hers just as much. She just hoped that in time he would come to see that.

Chapter 9
    Paul listened to the slow, steady beat of her heart, his head pillowed against her breasts. He felt at peace, content. He opened his eyes and enjoyed the view. Her breast was rounded, firm. Not too big, but not too small. Just right, he thought, just like the rest of her. Her nipple was still tight, slightly reddened, and he flushed, knowing it was from his lovemaking.
    Lovemaking, he repeated to himself. What a glorious word. He’d had sex before, although not indiscriminately. But this, the lovemaking, had eclipsed anything he had experienced before. Left him sated, both physically and spiritually. And despite that feeling of repleteness, there was still a hunger inside him to experience more of her. To have her close to him all the time.
    He raised his hand, cupped her breast and lazily stroked his thumb across her nipple, needing to touch her.
    “Can you stay?” he asked softly.
    She stroked his hair and traced the shell of his ear with a finger. “I wish I could,” she said with a sigh.
    He nodded, understanding. Her parents would be expecting her at home. Slowly, regretfully, he raised his head and shifted so he was level with her. “Can you stay a little longer?”
    Carmen smiled, stroking his chest. “I think we have some more time before my parents call out the Army to find me.”
    Paul chuckled, but didn’t blame her parents. If he had a treasure such as this at home, he would want to safeguard it too. Bringing his lips to hers, he moved them against her mouth, wanting to learn everything about it. The bowed curve of her upper lip. The full, tempting lower lip. The sweet minty breath that exhaled a promise of love against his lips.
    “Paul,” Carmen sighed, meeting his exploration of her mouth with her own, finding a strange intimacy in the meeting of their lips. An intimacy as intense as that of his loving her, she realized. He was making love to her with his lips, his mouth, his tongue without touching any other part of her.
    Her breath mingled with his, grew choppy, unsteady as he teased her mouth, nipping at her full lower lip with his teeth. Soothing them after with a light swipe of his tongue.
    Her insides warmed, clenched, empty of him until his tongue filled her mouth, mimicking their earlier lovemaking and she met him, dancing her tongue across his, grabbing the back of his head to hold him close, and yet still needing more of him.
    The emptiness between her thighs was unbearable and wanted the hot fullness of his big body buried there. She pleaded with him, “
Por favor, mi amor
.”
    He groaned and entered her, and she came instantly, her breath harsh against his as her climax ripped through her. His hoarse shout was against her lips a second later as he joined her to complete their union.
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    Carmen hesitated at the door of her home, biting her lower lip. She glanced uneasily at Paul as he waited in his car. He wouldn’t leave until she was safely inside. He was that kind of gentleman. But she didn’t know if she would be safer