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Carys felt like she was soaring. This was better than any dessert she had ever had in her life. Cullen was all hard, tantalizing muscle and he smelled so good. He tasted good. The only thing soft about him were his eyes and lips. Those lips. Somebody should write a poem about his lips.

“Carys, stop staring and kiss me or touch me or something.”

That voice.

“Carys,” he growled.

So low and gravelly. She felt it in the pit of her stomach.

He grabbed her around her waist and dragged her down, so their lips met.

Sublime.

Kissing and kissing and kissing. She was losing herself in a whirlwind of sensation as his hands stroked her neck, her shoulders, trailing down her spine and finally those powerful hands molded her butt and she about lost her mind.

What mind?

She whimpered as she tried to get her hands under his shirt, but her body was in the way.

“Baby, what is it?”

“I want to feel you,” she wailed as she tried tugging again at the front of his sweater. Then she sighed in relief as she worked around to his back and lifted it up and felt the smooth, taut, muscled skin of his back. He felt so good.

The afghan slipped onto the deck. “Honey, we have to take this inside, are you good with that?”

She peppered kisses up the side of his neck, her tongue licking up the taste of him. “Oh yes, inside. Hurry, Cullen.” She struggled to get up.

He flexed his muscles and her eyes went wide as she found herself in his arms as he stood up on the deck. “You’re not supposed to be able to do that.”

“Carys, we kind of do a lot of physical training in my job,” he chuckled as he tucked one arm under her bottom and easily opened the door to the house.

Strong is good. I like strong.

She melted against him, secure in the knowledge that he would take care of her. She didn’t pay any attention as to where they were going. She continued to stroke the warm heat of his back and lick the sweet and salty skin of his neck.

Her world dipped and she found herself on her back.

“Are you okay, Sweetheart?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Cullen traced the contours of her face with his fingers, as he stared down at her. Then she realized he was worried.

“I’ve never felt so safe, or so aroused,” she confessed.

“That’s good, because nothing in my life has ever felt as good as this moment.”

He meant it, she could see it in his eyes. Carys blinked fast, not wanting to ruin the moment with tears. Now was a time of joy.

With his eyes on hers, he lowered his head and their lips met. Kiss after kiss and she was once again lost in a maelstrom of desire. When his lips left hers, she realized her top was gone and he had moved to brush his tongue across her over-sensitive nipple.

Her back arched so far off the bed she thought she might break in half. So good, it was glorious.

“More.”

Was that my voice?