And he wanted to hear more, wanted to be the only man she did this with, wanted to be the one she shared herself with. A possessiveness he'd never known rose in him. He didn't ignore it. But he didn't need it. Couldn't encourage it. Not when he might be a thousand miles away from her in a few hours. So he savored the moments, the small and big ones, as he had for years.

He took her past her climax, beyond madness and satisfaction, and back into his world, his arms. He stood and she fell ...