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condom. In moments, he followed her to the bed, mounted her and sank himself home.
    Her back arched with the quick penetration and a sharp gasp escaped her.  
    Slow down , Mac thought again.
    But, propped up on his hands and looking down the length of her body–bare, beautiful, voluptuous–there was no way he could slow down. The resistant flesh at her entrance tugged at him and he thrust into her again. She lifted her body to him as he plunged inside, the hot glide of her moist flesh directly on the skin of his shaft. The feeling was incredible but instead of slaking his need, it only compounded it.
    I will not lose you, he thought, as he drove into her forcefully and deeply.
    Isabelle moaned in short harsh gasps, as her gloved hands moved to his hips and he buried himself deep inside her yet again. She pulled him hard, her hips rising to meet his, as they thudded together. A chain of possessive thrusting erupted as Mac pounded into her, again and again. He surged deeper and harder, reaching for the very core of her, for that place where they were completely joined. She grunted with his efforts and brought up her knees to accommodate him.
    “ Isabelle ,” he whispered hoarsely. “I won’t lose you.”
    To his surprise, she opened her eyes and stared into his. Her hands went to each side of his face. He paused then, their heaving breaths mingling, his swollen flesh completely sheathed within her.  
    “You can’t,” she gasped breathlessly. “Not ever.”
    Not ever , he thought. A familiar ache bloomed in his chest and, though he slowly shook his head, he tried to smile.
    “That’s not true, Isabelle,” he said quietly, as he lowered himself to his elbows. He lightly brushed the hair at her temples aside, gazed down at her parted lips, and then looked back into her eyes. “ God , I wish it was.”
    Her eyebrows knit together for a moment.
    “But–”
    Quickly, he covered her mouth with his. He didn’t want to hear anymore. His lips willed her to feel the depth of his love, even though he knew she wouldn’t. And finally Mac realized that, though Isabelle was wrong, so was he. He couldn’t possess her, not truly, not in the way he wanted–not until the threat hanging over her was gone. His mouth caressed hers now, no longer insistent, but needing to absorb everything about her in this moment: the floral scent of her skin, the soft press of her breasts, the warm haven of her receptive body, and the sweet and luscious glide of her lips.
    Isabelle’s hands ran into his hair, down his chest, and over his pecs. The press of her palms on his nipples tightened them and sent a hard throb through his arousal.  
    Then, against his will she ended the kiss and he opened his eyes to hers.
    “Let me get on top,” she whispered.

    • • • • •

    As Mac rolled to his back, Isabelle couldn’t help but wonder what the sad smile had been about. He was at one extreme and then the other today, ever since the meeting with Ben. But something drove Mac, some need that she felt just beneath his skin–the need that had him ripping her clothes off one minute, only to stop making love to her to say he wouldn’t lose her. Though she didn’t understand it, his anguish tore at her and she would do anything to make it stop.
    She let her eyes roam over his muscular torso, the strong shoulders, the pectorals that rippled with every movement of his powerful arms. Her hands ran up the corrugated muscles of his abs and up his chest as she slowly bent to it. Even before her lips had made contact, Mac’s stiff flesh jerked hard inside her. But as her lips closed around his nipple, Mac hissed. His hands quickly rubbed down her back and then squeezed her around the waist. His nipples were incredibly sensitive, the melon-colored centers already hard. His arousal swelled within her and warmth flooded between her legs. Her nose nuzzled into the soft, fine hair that dusted his chest, and her tongue circled the pebbled nub with a