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hard, as he pulled her against him and walked her backward to the bed.
    He lowered her to it gently, his legs tangling with hers. His were rough with hair, a strange observation maybe, but all of her senses seemed heightened all of a sudden. The hardness and strength in his body made her aware of the delicate softness of her own.
    He was breathing heavily, his heart pounding beneath her hand, which was trapped between them and flattened against his chest.
    “Alys.” Her name was a prayer on his lips as he kissed his way down her body before hooking her legs over his shoulder, his eyes fixed on the most intimate part of her.
    Her stomach tightened, everything in her tense with anticipation. It made her feel wicked. And sexy. To have that laser focus directed at her in such a wholly sexual way. To see Liam, so unshakable, so intense, looking at her as if she was, in that moment, his every dream come true. His every dirty dream, at least. But she would take it.
    He lowered his head and slid his tongue over the place where she ached for him most, an arrow of sensation shooting through her and lodging low in her pelvis, the pleasure so sharp it was nearly pain. An empty, aching pain that seemed to build even as he drew her closer and closer to the brink.
    She was missing him. She needed him. Inside her. Now.
    “Please,” she said, the word a sob. “Liam, please.”
    He rose up and captured her lips with his, settling between her thighs, the head of his arousal pressing into her slick entrance. She didn’t have time to tense or worry about pain. He slid in slowly, easily.
    It didn’t hurt. It simply felt new, foreign. But wonderful.
    Finally she was joined with him. Finally she had Liam.
    He froze for a moment, just a moment, his eyes on hers, his expression unlike any she’d ever seen on that fierce face before. Tenderness. Concern. Awe.
    He flexed his hips and she let her head fall back. He kissed her throat, her neck, her jaw as he moved inside her, building the pleasure in her, pushing her closer to the edge.
    He moved his hand around, cupped her buttocks and pulled her up hard against him, helping her meet his thrusts, showing her what to do. She moved against him, following his urging, driving them both closer to the finish. Closer to satisfaction.
    She clung to his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin as the tension in her reached a breaking point. He thrust into her one last time, freezing above her, a harsh groan on his lips, complete abandon on his face, and the tension snapped. Unraveling and blooming inside her. And she let go, falling endlessly, lost in a world of pleasure.
    And when she landed, she was in Liam’s arms. The world around her was shattered, but he was there. And that was all that mattered.
    He covered them both with a blanket, pulling her against him, his hand resting on her stomach. She felt so warm. So right.
    Tonight, she was in his arms. Tonight she would have everything she’d always dreamed of. In the morning she would have to leave it behind. Get out of the warm bed she was sharing with him and face the cold, stark air. Alone.
    But not tonight. Tonight was a fantasy. Tomorrow wasn’t allowed to intrude. Not yet.

CHAPTER FOUR
    A LYS TRIED TO ignore the strange, dizzy feeling that assaulted her when she looked over the balcony and down to the garden below. She backed away from the balustrade, pushing down the pitch of nausea in her stomach as she went back into her room.
    She felt horrible. The last month had been horrible.
    She’d come home from the wedding in Alaska, and she’d barely set foot on her home soil when her father whisked her to his office to talk about firming up her engagement. Even though she’d been expecting it, it had been horrible. She’d still been able to feel Liam’s hands on her skin. The idea of marrying another man seemed impossible.
    But then...how could she say no? And did it even matter who she was marrying when it would never be the man she