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“Then you can live with disappointment.” This argument felt every bit as real as the previous one even though they were both now more controlled than they’d been before. She was flashing with very real anger as she said, “I’m tired of it. I don’t want to surrender anything more to you.”

His eyes seemed to see all the way into her soul, far deeper than he could ever be allowed. He leaned into her. “I’m not sure that’s true.”

“What?” She was trembling again, for a different reason now.

“I think you want to surrender more to me. You’re just scared.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but the words stuck in her throat. Because he was right. He was brutally right.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured thickly, stroking her hot cheek with his knuckles. “Tell me the truth.”

“I’m not going to tell you the truth.” But her defenses were already weakened.

He leaned down even more to claim her mouth, starting gently, as gently as his voice, but soon growing deep and urgent when she softened against him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She couldn’t help it. She wanted him—all of him—so much.

Caleb tore his mouth away. Stared at her hotly, tenderly. “I want all of you, Blossom. I want you to surrender it all.”

“I… can’t.”

His hand fisted in her loose hair. “Yes, you can. I won’t let you down.” He caught her mouth again, stroking and dipping deeply, claiming all of her.

Kelly sucked in air through her nose and tried to think, telling herself she needed to pull away now or she would completely betray herself. But she couldn’t. Erotic sensations shot down from the kiss as Caleb took her upper lip between his teeth—tugging, nibbling, caressing it with his tongue.

She whimpered against his lips.

As she tried to suck his tongue into her mouth, her hands fumbled up to his head, and she tangled her fingers into his thick hair. She felt his hard, urgent body pushing against hers, felt his hardening arousal against her middle.

He pulled away from her lips, just far enough to speak. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” His face was damp and sincere and as handsome as any man’s she’d ever seen.

“Yes,” she gasped, her body straining toward his, her heart straining toward his too. “I want it. I want you.”

“I want you too. You know how much. Why do you keep holding back?”

He grabbed her in his arms and tilted her backward a little, pressing a few kisses into her lips, and then mouthing his way down her neck. He settled on a spot just above her neckline. Sucked on it until she gasped.

It wasn’t just her body responding. Her heart wanted it too. Itwantedhim.

Then, as if prompted by her private thought, he gathered her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down and moved over her, his eyes searching her face. “Don’t hold back anymore,” he said. “Just tell me the truth.”

Kelly bit her lip as he lowered his face to her neck, terrified of what she might say if she were to let go as she wanted.

He reached her breast and teased the nipple through the fabric of her top. “Tell me, Kelly.”

“God,” she gasped, pressing her chest up toward his mouth, so overwhelmed with sensation and emotion she couldn’t lie still. “I want you so much.”

He gently pulled her top up over her head, and she raised her body to let him. “What else do you want?”

He was cupping her breasts, fondling her nipples with both thumbs, and she couldn’t seem to look away from his face. She forced her eyes to close, trying to hold on to who she was, who she’d always been, what she’d always believed about the world.

“Stop holding back,” he murmured, his voice like rough velvet against her heart. “Surrender, Kelly. I want you to surrender it all. What else do you want?”

She suddenly realized she was clutching his shoulders, gripping the strong, warm substance of who he was. “I want more,” she admitted, unable not to say it. “I want all of you.”

He made a low sound in his throat and moved down to kiss her breasts again, taking off her bra as he did. “Yes,” he murmured over her skin. “Say it again.”

He was all hot tension—something far deeper than lust. He felt real to her and needy and fully, completelyherewith her.