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He plunged his long fingers through her hair. “You know I’m right.”

His fingers slid from beneath her hair and trailed tenderly across her cheeks. Catherine’s belly ached in repressed arousal. Her chest ached with the depth of her emotions. Her eyes and throat ached from holding back tears. Intuition nagged her soul, telling her only Easy held the power to soothe those aches.

She lifted her chin. His mouth, so perfectly shaped and sensual, weakened her resolve.

“I can’t, Easy,” she said, pleading more with herself than with him.

“I need you.” His voice was husky with sincerity. “I’ll never stop wanting you. We belong together and you know it. And I won’t let you marry another man. You’re mine.”