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bottom, bringing me closer to his full erection.
    I lifted my hands to touch his chest before letting one slide lower. Roc grabbed my wrist, bringing my hand still farther down, allowing me to feel his response through the strained material of his jeans. His eyes never left mine.
    “Do you see what you do to me?”
    My legs circled his waist automatically as he lifted me up into his arms. We fit together perfectly and yet I wanted to be closer.
    There were times when I didn’t feel close to him. Even when he was inside me, I still couldn’t seem to reach him.
    I closed my eyes tightly as Roc carried me to the bed. His lips found mine once more. He lowered me back, our bodies still joined, never breaking the kiss.
    Slowly, he slipped my blouse over my head. The cool air brushed across my heated skin. I felt Roc momentarily move away.
    “God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered while looking down at me, his gaze sliding over my body clothed only in my pale-pink bra.
    Suddenly I was at a loss for words. So many secrets lay between us. The biggest of them all was the one I believed would be the end of us. Had he guessed? I felt vulnerable.
    Roc lay next to me, his lips moving across mine once more, then traveling down my throat. He kissed each of my breasts to arousal through the filmy material of my bra. I drew in a shaky breath, which brought his eyes back to mine.
    His fingers skillfully removed the last barrier of my clothing, sliding my panties from my body.
    I closed my eyes when his lips trailed warm, hot kisses across my ribcage and down to my navel, dipping inside. A shudder of raw desire pulsed through my body when Roc’s lips moved lower, caressing my inner thigh before drifting upward to mouth the soft warmth between them once more.
    I arched against his lips as waves of pleasure rocketed through my innermost parts.
    Roc stilled his touch, waiting until the climax passed and then he stood and quickly undressed, his eyes never leaving mine.
    He came back to me, his lips taking mine once again, gently forcing them open. His tongue delved deep inside. As much as his touch thrilled me, I wanted to touch Roc in the same way.
    “No.” His voice shook a little when my fingers stroked his erection. Roc took my hands and held them above my head. He took his time touching me, kissing me, stroking my body until I begged him to enter me.
    Roc moved between my legs, his eyes still locked with mine. The feeling of him, my every desire, sliding inside of me with a single thrust was enough to send me orgasmic once again.
    My reaction and Roc’s were the same. It was as if the breath had been driven from each of us by the force of our bodies joining. Roc waited for me to still once more. Then he began moving inside me, each thrust harder, until nothing existed between us but sheer reaction. Just before I reached the edge once more, Roc slowed the rhythm of his thrusts, prolonging my pleasure and my agony.
    “Roc…” My voice sounded weak. Wanton. Urging him on.
    My name was torn from him as he drove deeper, faster, until I tightened around him, then quivered and convulsed again and again.
    Roc held on until the moment passed and then I felt the warmth of him release inside of me, and Roc, the man of my dreams, lost himself within me.
    He collapsed against my body, his heart racing against mine, matching its rhythm as the world around us splintered, then spun out of control.
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    When I awoke early the following morning, I was alone in bed. The second I swung my feet over the side, the room around me began to spin out of control.
    With the morning light, the reality of what happened the night before took hold of me. I’d come close to dying and yet I was no closer to proving the man claiming to be my lost brother was anything more than someone trying to lure me out alone.
    As a familiar sense of nausea settled in, I closed my eyes, trying to will it away and finally abandoning all hope of that happening. I ran to the