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Her body swept closer to him and a slight wave washed against Alec’s stomach before the heat of her breasts pressed to his chest. She tilted her chin up toward his mouth, her lips parted, her eyes fluttering closed.

He needed no further invitation.

With a groan, his lips closed over the softness of hers.

He would take all his healer was willing to give.

Chapter Six

Water lapped against Celia’s stomach, cold in contrast to the blazing heat of her skin. The hair on Alec’s chest rasped her already sensitive nipples and she arched herself harder against him.

Alec’s lips were warm on hers, intoxicating. He moved his mouth with such slowness she found herself lifting her chin in encouragement.

Men had kissed her in the past and she had been repulsed. Their lips had been hard and prying, their tongues like great slimy slugs.

But not now, not with Alec.

The touch of his soft lips to hers, the bump of his hardness against her belly, all of it stoked the ready flame of her desire into an unbearable heat. She wanted him to lift her into his arms and ravish the need from her body.

His tongue stroked hers and sent a shock of excitement raking across her flesh. Her fingers tightened in his hair. She copied his actions and swept her tongue against his. His arms came around her, solid and strong, yet his touch was tender.

She didn’t want tender. She didn’t want the feelings that tender might warrant.

There were to be no emotions involved, just the sating of lust.

His cool palms pushed up her waist and cupped the swell of her breasts. She pressed into him and explored the lines of his body. Every part of the man was hard, save his lips.

He slipped his free hand down her back and over the curve of her bottom. “Celia,” he groaned.

An excited chill raced down her spine.

He remembered her name.

The cool water did little to ease the pulsing heat between her legs. She needed release. She needed him.

There would be pain at first, she knew, but she’d heard enough women discuss the intimate details of their lives to know that what followed would bring incredible pleasure if done right.

She let her fingers skim lower, down the ridges of his stomach, the hard, flat bands of muscle there, and brushed the tip of his cock.

Alec sucked in a mouthful of air between their lips and his body jerked.

He grasped her bottom tighter, pushing her closer against him. The tips of his fingers swept the seam between her legs.

A gasp slipped from her lips this time and her nipples tingled. She wanted to grind herself against him, to encourage the probing of his curious fingertips, to get him to touch the greedy little bud between her legs.

A frustrated whimper strangled from her throat.

She curled her hand around his cock. The skin there was impossibly silky, the firmness of it impossibly hard.

His finger dipped inside her. Finally. Gloriously. Prickles of pleasure tingled around his hand and cleared all thoughts from her mind.

She moaned and arched her back, readily exposing herself for his exploration.

Her body ached for him, the steady pulse of desire now an insistent hammering. Everything in her demanded what only he could provide.

She stepped backward, toward the shore, and tugged him with her in silent plea.

He ceased his play and slid his hands down over her, cupping her bottom and lifting her toward him. She instinctively opened her legs and wrapped them around his waist.