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to wait long. Cody lifted her up and positioned her on the edge of the kitchen island. It was just the right height, and she knew she’d never look at this kitchen the same way after this. Still, she needed him now, and she wasn’t about to object.

“Do it, Cody. Please!”

He pushed in with little preamble, but it was just what she needed. Cassandra cried out as he joined with her, not in pain, but in a wash of pleasure so great she thought she’d never come down.

Then, he started to move. Not only did she not come down, but he pushed her higher still. Cody’s lovemaking was rough and wild—like the man himself—and unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. He started with deep thrusts. His gaze locked on hers, as if he read the secrets of the universe in her eyes. Cody began to move faster, varying his thrusts with short digs of motion that caught her off guard and made her breath hitch.

He was truly a master, and he played her body like a virtuoso. “Come with me, Cassie,” he pulled her closer and whispered in her ear. “Come with me now. I can’t wait.”

His rough voice in her ear pushed her over the edge again—this time, into oblivion. She wasn’t sure, but she might have actually passed out for a few seconds as the most intense orgasm of her life swept her under and spit her back out…right into Cody’s arms.

He held her tight, his muscles rigid with strain as he pulsed deep within her body. It felt like they were joined in more than just the obvious way. It felt almost spiritual. Cassandra didn’t dare speak, lest she break the spell. Not only that, but she was drained physically and emotionally from the highest high she’d ever been given.

Cody pulled back and separated their bodies after long minutes, holding her gaze as he pulled out, making the act all that much more intimate. He kissed her forehead, as if in thanks, and moved away to clean up. A few moments later, he lifted her in his strong arms and, without instruction, found her bedroom upstairs. It overlooked the front yard and the big paddock where the horses ran free.

He lay her down on the bed and pulled back the covers, sweeping her underneath. When he got into the big bed beside her, she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t want this magic night to end just yet. She wanted him to stay.

Cody pulled her into his arms from behind, spooning with her in a way that made her heart clench. If only she could have this every night. If only this moment out of time could last forever.

Chapter Three

Cassandra woke in the night to the most amazing sensations. Someone was trailing kisses down her collarbone and nibbling on her body, and this time, it wasn’t just a dream. Her eyes opened to find Cody’s dark head below hers, his lips roving over her skin as if staking a claim.

“Glad you’re awake.” His voice was a rough velvet purr in the darkness.

“I’m glad you’re here.” The words escaped before she thought better of them. She held her breath as he rose over her, his eyes holding hers in the semi-darkness. His gaze seemed to search her expression.

“Me too.” His expression held secrets, but he didn’t seem put off by her candor.

She started to breathe again, when he resumed kissing her skin. He licked her hard nipples, bringing them to even finer points under his coaxing mouth. Cassandra’s breath sped up as her excitement grew, as did his.

When she tried to touch him, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. She gasped as he bit down on her breast, not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to get her attention.

“My rules, baby. You move when I say you move. Lie back and enjoy.” He growled the words against her breasts as he latched on to her nipple once more and sucked with amazing pressure. She’d never had a man be this forceful with her before, but it aroused the hell out of her. Cody knew what he wanted, and he took it. He didn’t ask permission. He was more decisive than any man she’d ever known, and it was oddly exciting.

“Cody.” She wasn’t too proud to beg. “I need you.”

“I like that, Cassie.” He rose and snagged something off the nightstand. It turned out to be one of her scarves. He must’ve taken