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He knew he should not have done this. But the iron will that had served him so well in the past appeared to have failed him miserably when it came to Lorena Simms.
Waking in the pre-dawn darkness, he had rolled over so he might gaze upon her while she slept, her hair knotted into a sloppy braid for the night, falling in a dark river over her shoulder. Her mouth was slightly open as she breathed quietly, her lashes thick and full against the fine curve of her cheekbones.
They had made love again after they’d finished their makeshift dinner, falling into bed with a sort of fierce, wordless passion that surprised even him. One might have thought that their needs had been sated already, but such was not the case. She’d cried out as he buried himself in her, had wrapped her legs around him
