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“Lass…” he groaned, his voice a hot warning.

“Hmm,” she mused and began stroking his hardness up and down.

A low, animallike growl escaped his throat. “Christ, these sweet, sweet hands…” He looked at her with an insatiable hunger.

“I canna hold much longer, lass…” His voice was thick and husky. “I want ye… Will ye be mine?”

Be his…

“Yes.”

He rose to his knees and with a lightning-fast movement, he yanked her up towards him. It was too fast. Too hard. For a brief moment, it reminded her of being with Bryan.

“No!” Amber straightened as a ribbon of fear twisted in her gut. “Not too rough.”

“Lass, ye can trust me. I’ll never do anything to hurt ye.”

That was something she knew without a shadow of a doubt. Owen had protected her ferociously and saved her life several times.

“But you’ll see my scars… They’re ugly, and they’ll never go away…”

He kissed her and pressed his forehead against her. “There’s nothing ugly about ye. Ye’re the most perfect woman that has ever walked the earth.”

“But—”

“I want ye. Scars and all.”

He turned her around so that she was on all four and started kissing her scars so gently it felt like cool feathers stroking her heated flesh. The onslaught of emotion brought tears to her eyes. He turned her face to him and kissed her mouth. She reached out between her legs and took his cock. She directed it to her entrance and arched her back to let him inside her.

He pushed in and entered her, filling her.

“So soft and warm, lass,” he groaned.

Every rock-hard inch of him stretched her. She expanded in all directions, warm and pliable, like modeling clay in his hands. He cupped both her breasts and played with her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and index fingers, sending waves of sheer elation through her.

He glided in and out of her, his lips on her mouth, his hands on her breasts, naked lust in every stroke of his tongue. He made chest-deep grunts, like he couldn’t get enough of her. And when she didn’t think she could take any more, his hand went between her legs and pinched her clit. She shuddered and cried out as glorious waves of pleasure assaulted her from all sides.

She tilted her head back as he dove inside of her in long, unyielding strokes, continuing to fondle her swollen clit. She bucked back with his every thrust, her breath ragged.

Owen continued murmuring how perfect she was in his arms, how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her, and how he couldn’t ever get enough of her. Time slowed, and Amber had the wildest sensation of falling into the center of the world.

Sweat misted her skin, her body shook on the edge of a climax. Intense, out-of-control spasms began to build within her. A wave of pleasure slammed into her, and her muscles tightened. The spasms racked her body and she convulsed in white-hot, blinding bliss.

Owen stiffened, growled like an animal, and thrust into her with the hiss of her name. They collapsed on the mattress, warm and lax and hugging each other.

As Amber looked into Owen’s eyes, the fog of naked lust faded away, and her heart started to hurt again. Was he just hungry for her, or had this meant more?

She needed to know.

But as she opened her mouth to ask, he turned away, an expression of regret clouding his face.

Chapter 29

What the hell did I just do?

As the warmth and heaviness started leaving his sated body, cold realization crept into his mind.

He’d just done exactly what he’d promised himself he wouldn’t do. Lose his head. Give in to distraction. He sat up, leaving the gorgeous, warm body of the woman he loved. His heart missed a beat at the loss of her touch, and his skin chilled.