"I would have preferred," Gianna started, her voice shaking, "to limp all the way back to Valemont than—"Nolan's mouth crashed down on hers.The words died.For a moment, Gianna went rigid, her body caught between resistance and surrender.Then something broke inside her.All the restraint, all the careful distance she'd been maintaining, all the walls she'd built to keep him out, shattered completely.She kissed him back with a desperation that shocked her.Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer, harder, needing more contact than their current position allowed.His grip on her waist tightened and he lifted her slightly, adjusting her weight so she straddled his lap properly.The need between them was urgent, almost violent in its intensity.There was no time for slow exploration or gentle touches and no room for tenderness when they'd been denying this for months.Nolan's hands found the hem of his shirt she was wearing and pulled it over her head in one swift motion.His
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