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Gage kissed her mouth, her eyes, her temples. He felt like a drowning man clutching a bit of driftwood. If he held on too loosely, she might slip from his grasp; too tightly, and he might overwhelm her.

Natalie solved the problem for him. She moaned, lifted herself to him, dug her hands into his hair and crushed his mouth to hers.

“Baby.” His voice caught and broke; he clasped her face in his hands and kissed her, deep and hard. “Oh, my sweet baby.”

Her hands swept under his jacket. She felt the race of his heart, knew it matched the galloping beat of her own.

“Yes,” she said, “oh, yes, please. Please….”