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Where the Rain Is Made

The Wild Rose Press

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He had all he could do to remain calm, try to reason with her while his body cried out to seize her, make her surrender, force her to submit. For one brief moment, he toyed with the idea. He wanted her that badly, even if it meant she would fight him tooth and nail and hate him forever when it was over. He would finally be able to touch her, taste her lips, feel her body writhing beneath his. 

"There's only you--always only you," Meko whispered. "You live in my soul, pulse through every vein in my body."

He encircled her waist with his hands and recognized confusion in her features, knew she fought an internal war. Flee or stay. God, she was bewitching! He had the overwhelming urge to yank her head back and ravish her lips, mate with her, right here, right now, without pretense or talk. So close, he felt her warm, sweet breath fan his cheeks. She smelled of lemon and chokecherry bark. For him, he wondered? He felt the spirit of the feral beast pulse through his blood and struggled to control it. A wild cat would pounce on his prey, rip the throat from its body and devour the tender flesh, suck the life from the creature. He fought the urge to suck the very breath from her until she begged for release, cried out for more. It’s what she wanted. He felt it with every beat of his savage heart. His bare chest, except for a white, cotton strip of fabric, oozed blood and he didn't care.