He did know she was different. This thing between them was different—more intense than anything he’d experienced. Every touch, every look, grazed through the layers of familiarity, even boredom, that had accumulated after so many easy lovers. This wasn’t easy. This was heart-poundingly raw and hard and unfamiliar. He felt passion so potent it caught his throat as he stripped her dress to reveal the woman who’d haunted his thoughts. His wife. Was that why this seemed profound? Some remnant of primitive male instinct to possess his woman? Was that what invested her sleek, alluring body with such fascination? His wife. His woman. Joss shook his head. He didn’t want to own her, just possess her long enough to find the mutual pleasure that had teased for weeks. He had no interest in a lifelong partner. As for the tremor in his hands as he ripped open his shirt—eagerness, that was all.
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