Ian grabbed her around the waist with one arm and lifted her until she straddled him. Sitting on the bed, not leaving her body, kissing her throat, her breasts, her ear.... Every movement was a wave of desire breaking, slamming into them, pulling at them with a force neither of them had ever known before.

—Lia, look at me —he begged her, because despite having her, trembling and surrendered as no other lover had ever surrendered to him, Ian was terrified, terrified that she didn't know him, that she was thinking of someone else—. I want you to see me, I want you to know it's me....

She tilted her head and looked at him as she moved her hips in a delicious rhythm. Ian lost himself in those damned black eyes and knew she was there, that she was with him, guiding him, desiring him, giving herself with a sincerity he would not have thought any woman capable of.

He gripped her hips and increased the pressure, all at once, thrusting with exquisite fo