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I meet with your approval?” Even though a slight smile teased the corners of his lips, his eyes were dark and serious.

      “You’ll do,” she said, then belied the lighthearted tone by blushing. “What about me?”

      The second the question left her lips, Betsy wished she could pull it back. There was no way she could measure up to the previous women in his life unless she dropped ten pounds, worked out for a month straight and gained a cup size.

      Instead of a quick comeback, his gaze lingered. Then his eyes lifted to meet hers. “You’re beautiful.”

      Hating that she’d put him in the position to feel obligated to offer up a sentiment, she ducked her head and shrugged.

      “Hey.” He moved closer and lifted her chin with his fingers, his eyes like molten steel. “I mean it.”

      Betsy shook her head slowly from side to side.

      “If you won’t take my word, I guess I’m going to have to show you.” His voice was heavy with resignation, but the gleam in his eyes told her showing was going to be a good thing.

      For both of them.

      Ryan took her hand and urged her to lie on the bed, then slid in beside her. Betsy’s mind barely had time to register they were naked and on her bed—ohmigod—when he pulled her close. He smelled of soap and a familiar male scent that made something tighten low in her abdomen.

      “You are incredibly beautiful.” His breath was warm as he spoke softly into her ear right before he took the lobe between his teeth and nibbled. “And you’re all mine.”

      Shivers of desire rippled across her skin as anticipation coursed up her spine.

      “That vanilla scent of yours drives me wild.” He planted kisses down her neck while his hand lightly stroked her belly. “I want to be inside of you. I want to fill you completely until your pleasure makes you scream.”

      Scream? Betsy had never screamed in her life. Unless she counted the time Keenan dropped a spider down the front of her dress. Still, she was open to the possibility.

      She closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of his hands on her skin. Each sensuous stroke fueled the fire building inside her. When his hand slid upward from her stomach, Betsy forgot how to breathe.

      “I think,” he said in a low, husky tone, “your breast will fit perfectly in my palm.”

      Betsy opened her eyes just in time to see Ryan’s hand cup her breast. But he didn’t stop there. He circled the peak with his finger. Her blood began to boil. He touched the tip of his tongue to the tip of her left breast. Her need became a stark carnal hunger she hadn’t known she was capable of feeling.

      Thankfully he didn’t stop there. Or she’d have had to beg. He circled the nipple, then drew it fully into his mouth. Shock waves coursed through her body.

      The gentle sucking soon had her arching against him. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her breasts, kissing and licking each pink peak thoroughly, dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin. And she couldn’t get enough of his touch.

      Betsy squirmed in frustration. She pushed her hips against him, rubbing his erection. She wanted... She needed...

      Even if she wasn’t sure exactly what she needed, Ryan knew. His hand dipped south, slipping through her curls and between her legs.

      Her breath caught in her throat as he rubbed against her slick center. No man had ever touched her like this. No man had ever made her ache like this. When his fingers found her sweet spot, she nearly rose off the bed.

      “Don’t stop,” she begged.

      “Not on your life.” He kissed her and slipped two fingers inside.

      Her muscles automatically tightened around them. Betsy inhaled sharply.

      Ryan’s lips lifted in satisfaction. “You’re wet.”

      Was there any doubt? Betsy wanted to ask. Instead she opened her legs wider, moving sensuously against his hand, letting him know in every way possible that she wanted more of this, more of him.

      With gray eyes so dark they almost looked black, he shifted so that he knelt between her legs and began kissing his way down her belly. Part of her suspected what he was going to do while the rest of her couldn’t believe it was really happening. She’d heard talk...she’d read about it in books...but no other guy had ever...

      Leaning forward, he pressed his open mouth against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. The sight of his dark head between her legs, the brush of his tongue dampening her flesh, was the most erotic experience of her life.

      She rocked her hips, brazenly struggling to get the friction she needed to feed the incredible need building inside her. Her breathing came in fast pants. As the rising tension gripped her and wouldn’t let go, she dug her heels into the mattress and clutched the sheets with her hands.

      While fighting to catch her breath, it happened. One moment she was tossing her head from side to side, every nerve ending on fire. The next she was coming apart in his arms, exploding in an orgasm that dragged a scream from her that she didn’t recognize as her own.

      Her body shook, and she gave in to the waves of pleasure coursing through her. Once she could breathe again, Betsy opened her eyes to a world that looked different from the one she’d left moments before. It was as if she’d spent her life in darkness and someone had thrown a light switch, bathing her world in a golden glow.

      A silly grin lifted her lips. “That was—”

      “Unbelievably good.” He kissed her mouth, gently brushing her hair back from her face.

      “I’ve never felt anything like that,” she stammered, feeling like a neophyte who’d gotten her first glimpse of the Promised Land.

      “That was only the beginning. There’s so much more.” His eyes seemed to glitter in the dim light. “Make love with me.”

      Betsy thought that’s what they’d been doing. But apparently what she’d experienced had been simply a fantastically fabulous appetizer, a prequel to the main course, which Ryan appeared eager to serve up.

      “Bring it on, cowboy,” Betsy said, then ruined the effect by blushing.

      Ryan chuckled, but Betsy didn’t feel like laughing when he began kissing her, branding her as his with hot moist imprints upon her skin. Sweet tension mixed with raw need.

      Suddenly ravenous, Betsy couldn’t wait any longer. She reached between them and guided him inside her. He was large and hard and stretched her in the best way possible. She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him deeper.

      “More,” she breathed as he withdrew only to fill her again in a rhythm as old as time.

      I love you. I love you. I love you. The sentiment ran over and over in her head with each thrust until she could no longer think.

      “I—I—” she breathed as her body stiffened before convulsing into release a second time.

      He thrust again and again until the shudders

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