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Nate slipped his arm around her waist, holding her close.

She knew she ought to move away, but it felt good to have him hold her—to have him so close that she could feel his long body by her side—and she couldn’t bring herself to break that contact. Instead, Sophie wanted him to wrap his arms around her. His nearness was intoxicating.

‘You’re lovely,’ he said huskily, his gaze lingering on the pink fullness of her mouth. ‘It means so much to me to have you here with me like this. I’ve missed you all these years we’ve been away from each other. I kept thinking about you all the time we were apart.’

‘Did you? Me too...’

It was true. She’d never been able to stop thinking about him. And now she was lost in his spell, enticed by the compelling lure of his dark eyes and mesmerised by the gentle sweep of his hands as they moved over the curve of her hips, drawing her ever closer to him.

He bent his head to her and gently claimed her lips, brushing her mouth softly with his kisses. Her whole body seemed to turn to flame and she melted into his embrace, loving the way his arms went around her. Her limbs were weak with longing. She wanted his kisses...yearned to know the feel of his hands moving over her.