As her breath quickened and her pulse sped up, control departed. She didn't know if she'd be able to handle this rampant sensuality, this tantalization much longer. Potent waves of desire swamped her.

Doubt did one last dance. She'd always done the practical thing since she'd left Pine Forest all those years ago. Always played things safe to keep pain away.

No.His mind spoke to hers as he stopped dancing. He cupped her face and captured her gaze. Heart rose in his dark eyes and flickered like flames in a hearth.Don't let the past come between us.

She placed her hands over his and drew upon the tenderness shining through the staggering desire she saw within his gaze. Before she could doubt again he covered her mouth with his.

Eager, she relaxed into his touch, ready for a final showdown between their bodies. His lips moved with slow exploration. His tongue dipped, tasting the tip of her tongue with slight licks that enticed and teased.

Taste me, his mind whispered.Feel me deep inside you.

Yes. Oh yes.

This time she didn't want him planting the suggestion of sexual play in her mind. She wanted his naked body buried inside her.

When she shivered with longing he broke the tender kiss and spoke softly against her lips. "Now."

Liquid rushed warm and slick and dampened her panties. He inhaled deeply and instinct told Clarissa he'd scented her arousal.

"Mmm." He closed his eyes and drew in another breath.

His lips traveled to her ear, his words whispered dark and seductively deep. "Open all to me. Let me see you. All of you."

Without hesitation she stepped back from him and reached for the hem of her sweater.

She pulled it over her head and tossed the garment aside. She reached behind and unclasped her bra, eager beyond words to comply. Her nipples went hard and tight as his gaze touched them.

His stare assessed her with pleasure, his lips parting and eyes gleaming with feral hunger. Her breasts felt larger, higher, taut with a desire for his caress.

Finally he did. He cupped her in his large hands. Every stroke around her nipples, every gentle squeeze sent a sweet, stinging need deep between her legs. She hungered for his kiss.

He released her breasts.Take what you want.

At his urging she leaned in and twinned her arms about his neck. Their mouths met and the kiss turned fierce. Tasting, melding, blending. His lips moved over hers ravenously in response. His mustache tickled her, but with an intense brush that heightened her yearning. To feel more of his masculinity, she palmed his hair-rough jaw.

Without indecision she sought a deeper meeting and the continual sweep of his tongue over hers sent wildfire into her veins and joy into her soul. His kisses searched and coaxed all her fantasies to life, even those she hadn't known she possessed. He drew back and his expression went from sultry to lightning hot.

As if he could no longer contain himself, his hands worked at her waistband and with two quick movements her jeans came undone. Then, with a grip that surprised her, he jerked and her jeans ripped at the seams.

She gasped and her eyes widened. Excitement mixed with total shock. "Ronan Kieran."

He laughed, enjoyment at her surprise dancing in his gaze. Her jeans fell to the floor in a torn heap.

His nostrils flared and his lips parted. "I'll buy you a dozen others."

Then with another faster than light movement, he tore her white cotton hip-hugger panties right off her ass.

Waves of desire rippled through her as he cupped her naked ass and drew her against him. He stroked her already sensitized skin and she quivered.

His lips traveled down her throat, kissing and licking. Cupping one breast lightly, he tested her skin with feather light touches. Aroused beyond all belief, she writhed in his hold.Gently he gripped her nipple between thumb and finger and pinched. She moaned as he continued the torturous movement, a steady delight that made her squirm in his grip.

Then to make the sensation more excruciatingly wonderful, he reached between them and trapped both nipples between his caressing fingers. As he whispered into her ear, he massaged the tight buds with persistent but sweet twisting and plucking.

You like that, sweet colleen?

Do I like it?God, yes.

With relentless strokes he continued to torture her nipples. Ripples of pleasure scorched her veins. She saw the brilliant flash of his smile as he leaned down and took her between his hot lips. She gasped and leaned back as he cupped her breast and his tongue danced over her hardened flesh. Uncompromising, he switched to the other breast and flicked over the tip until she moaned. Hot, wet, the sensation of his tongue making coarse sweeps across her aching nipples drove her into a mindless state. She plunged her fingers into the thick, cool strands of his hair and held on for the ride. Persistent, he stroked and suckled until she thought she'd go mad.

Seconds later he growled low in his throat and gazed at her. She'd never seen a man's expression as molten, as full of desire as Ronan's and she knew she never would see another man look at her quite this way.

As if she belonged to him.

At one time the thought might have rankled. Hell, two days it would have pissed her off.

Now it made her wet with lust and a thirst deep in her cunt that begged to be quenched by his body alone.

He backed her slowly toward the bed and urged her to sit on the edge.Watch me.

The sound on the radio edged a little higher. He drew off his boots and tossed them away. Without hesitation he slowly pulled his sweater over his head and it landed alongside her garments.

As the fire leapt higher in his eyes, she allowed her attention to glide over the broadness of his shoulders down the finely-carved, hard musculature of his long arms. Sighing, she eagerly devoured the sight of his sinew-bound chest. Hair curled over his pectorals, then slimmed down until it broadened over his six-pack stomach. Her lips parted in silent pleasure, her body reacting to his nudity with a fresh rush of liquid between her legs.Oh, my heavens. Ronan Kieran was, without any argument, the most gorgeous man on heaven or earth, bar none.

His flattened his hands over his stomach and drew them down with a slow movement toward his waistband. Instead of unbuttoning the fly, he allowed his hands to cup over his cock.

"Ronan." Her voice sounded husky to her ears, and she shivered as he caressed his cock once, then twice.

His ability to touch himself, his lack of modesty, served to inflame her more. Apparently knowing how much she liked it, he did it again.

"Please," she said. "If you do that again I think..."

"What?" His voice came rusty and low with desire.

"Please just take them off."

As the seductive music throbbed and sluiced through the airwaves, she licked her lips in anticipation.

He slowly flicked open each button, then drew the jeans down and off his legs. He kicked them away.

Her libido went into riot. Then she said something out of character, but oh so true. "Oh shit, Ronan. HolyGod."

One corner of his mouth tilted upward. "Yeah."

Yes. The man had a lot to be proud of. Literally.

His cock stood at full attention slightly away from his belly. She'd known his cock was big, but now she saw his length and thickness nestled in a thick bush of curling black hair, it made her ache to devour him. Engorged, his cock looked so hard she knew it would caress places inside her no man had reached before. She wanted him in her mouth, in her heat, in-

As the forbidden idea slid through her mind, she gasped.

We will do that, too, he said in her mind.

You're so large-

You can take me. Everywhere.