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359 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2000
The room was lit with dozens of white candles, and the fragrance of white candles, and the fragrance of them waltzed with the tender perfume of dozens of silver roses. Crystal glinted, silver gleamed, and the romance of harp strings wept in the air. In the midst of it, Eve stood in an alarm-red dress that left her arms and shoulders bare as it skimmed down her long, slim body like an avid lover’s hungry hands.
She was beautiful. Hurt and angry, passionate and pissed, she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.
“You steal my breath,� he murmured.
“Darling Eve.� He lifted her hand to his lips. “What you’ve done here means a great deal to me. You, you mean everything to me.�
“I love the taste of you.� Her voice was husky now, soft. “It always makes me want more. “Have more.�
“I want you to say my name when I take you.� She teased his mouth with hers again, retreated, felt his body tighten like a bow against hers. “Say it so that I know nothing exists for you but me at that moment. Nothing exists for me but you. You’re all there is.�
“I love your body,� she murmured, slowly working open the buttons of his shirt. “I’m going to spend a lot time enjoying it tonight.�
“I need you. Eve. I need you.� “I know.� Tenderness washed into her, balm over a burn. She cupped his face, lifted it. Her lips met his, soft as a whisper. “Don’t ever stop.�
She opened for him, as she never had for anyone else. For him, she could lay herself bare. Body, heart, and mind. And know, and trust, he would do the same.
Her heart swelled, matched its beat to his, and her arms wrapped around him like ribbons to draw him close. “I love you.� He watched her face as he slipped inside her. “Completely. Endlessly.�
Two lost souls whose miserable beginnings had forged them into what appeared to be polar opposites.
Love had narrowed the distance, then had all but eradicated it.
She'd saved him ... the first moment he'd locked eyes with her. As impossible as it should have been, she was his answer. He was hers.
"If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly."
The now was what required his attention, he reminded himself. And brooding over the past - there was the Irish again - solved nothing. Whether the past was his or Eve's, it solved nothing.
She was beautiful. Hurt and angry, passionate and pissed, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
"You steal my breath," he murmured.