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Turning, she cradled his face in her hands.
“I don’t want to think,” she whispered. “I want to feel. Make me feel.”
His mouth crashed onto hers.
She met him with everything she had, clinging to him like she’d never let go.
Every stroke of Caleb’s tongue erased Vincente. Erased fear. Erased the darkness closing in.
The world tilted as he swept her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
Clothes fell in a fevered trail.
His broad palm cradled her head as she sank into the mattress, the bed cool against her back, his body blazing hot above her.
Weight settled over her, solid and grounding, warmth seeping into her bones.
Lips traced fire down her throat. “Do you feel this?”
“Yes,” she moaned. Shivers rippled through her.
He cupped her breast. Took her nipple into his mouth. Licked and nipped until she trembled.
Electricity coiled in her belly, radiating outward with every flick of his wicked tongue.
“Can you feel this, baby?” His voice was raw. Reverent.
Her breath hitched. “Yes,Caleb.”
His hand skimmed down her stomach, over her hip. Found her center.
He thrust two fingers deep.
She arched. “I need—”
His tongue replaced his hand, teasing her with long, slow glides as her spine arched and her thighs quivered. Licking her like she was his favorite ice cream.
Ratcheting her tighter, inch by delicious inch.
“I love the way you taste,” he growled. “So sweet. Like prickly pear.”
“Please.” He’d reduced her to begging. “I need you inside me.”
He hovered above her, dark eyes wild and wanting. “Look at me. See me, Gia.”
Her heart nearly exploded. She did see him.
Not the soldier.
Not the protector.
The man.
The one who made her believe in something more than survival.
“I see you,” she whispered.
Something fierce and aching flickered in his gaze. Then he thrust into her—deep, possessive.