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the satin smoothness, then into the silky hair that bisected his lean belly. He tensed beneath her touch, his muscles lock-ing rigid. Her hand drifted upward to where his heart pounded, keeping time with her own.
    Jarrod pulled Starfire to a standstill and dismounted. For a moment, he stood looking up at her, searching her face. What he found there darkened his eyes. His nostrils flared, and reaching up, he dragged her down from the horse, whirled her in his arms, and his mouth came down on hers.
    Her first kiss.
    She opened beneath him, and his tongue thrust into her mouth, filling her with the taste of him. She clutched his shoulders as the world spun.
    Without breaking the contact, he backed her up so the rough bark of the tree. His hands moved lower to rip the shirt open and cup her bare breasts; his fingers ran over the stiffening peaks. Flames flared to life in her belly, and deep inside her the magic awoke. She had no thought to deny him. This was what she wanted. What she needed.
    Then his mouth left hers. She moaned in protest then in pleasure as he lowered his head and kissed her nipples, licking and sucking until she thought she would go mad with the sensations coursing through her. Fire seared her nerves, settling low in her body. A pulse beat between her thighs, and her hips pushed up against him without conscious thought.
    One hand stroked down over her belly to caress her mound through the thick layer of her pants. His long fingers pushed upward, and she writhed against him at the exquisite sensations. It wasn’t enough. She needed to feel him, skin to skin.
    She kicked off her boots, and he tugged her pants over her hips, dragging them down over her long legs. He took a step back to stare at her, his eyes dark with passion.
    “I’ve wanted this more than anything in my life.” He moved in close and kissed her again, his lips almost gentle, reverent on hers.
    But she didn’t want it gentle. She wanted to feel all his passion, and she bit at his lips, thrusting her hips, rubbing against the hardness of his erection.
    One hand slid down between her thighs, searching between the folds of her sex, and he sighed against her mouth as he found her already hot and wet for him. He massaged the tight little bundle of nerves at her core, playing her with his clever fingers until she thought she would go insane with the need to have him inside her.
    “Please,” she whispered.
    Jarrod knew instinctively what she wanted, and his hands slid around to cup the globes of her ass, lifting her slightly. Her legs opened and wrapped around his lean hips, rubbing her slick core against him.
    Reaching down between their bodies, he loosened his pants, freeing his shaft, and she held her breath as he nudged at the entrance to her body. He’d been worried he would hurt her, but her sex softened, welcoming him, and he shoved inside her with one hard lunge.
    Her muscles tightened around his cock. It was the most exquisite feeling he had ever experienced, and his body went still for a moment to savor the sensation. She wriggled against him, asking for more, and he started to move inside her, slowly at first. The drag through her tight sheath was nearly enough to send him over the edge. She was with him all the way, her hips bucking against him, and he increased his speed, thrusting harder with each smooth stoke. She writhed, pressing even closer, and he knew she was nearly there.
    He rammed into her hard, grinding his hips against her core, and she threw back her head and screamed. He released the hold on his control and pleasure shot from his cock to his balls, racing up his spine. Burrowing his face in her breasts, he breathed in her musky scent and gave himself over to the pleasure.
    When she stopped shaking, he held her limp body tight against him. It briefly occurred to him that they should move, put more distance between them and their pursuers, but he was sure they had been left far behind.
    Besides, they needed this time; it