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She slipped one hand to the back of his head, burying her fingers in his thick hair, and spread her other hand flat on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. She leaned forward and claimed his lips.

A groan rumbled in Maan's throat as he met her mouth eagerly, urgently. He moved his arm from under her knees to wrap it aroung her, his other arm still firmly beneath her br*****.

His arousal was instantaneous. Heavy, aching, pressing against Geet with the declaration of his want, his burning need. He jerked his head to break the kiss.

"Geet," he said, then drew a rough breath. "I want to make love with you. Make love, Geet. You can be certain of that. What's happening here is important, very special." Something that was becoming much, much more than an assignment.

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, Maan, I want to make love with you, too."

Geet? Her mind nudged. What are you doing? Think. Maan is The Project. He'll be gone in less than two weeks. Geet!

But she ignored the little voice, pushed aside the warnings of her mind, and listened only to her heart.

Yes, yes, yes, she wanted to make love with Maan.

"Yes," she whispered again.

He captured her mouth once more in a searing kiss, and she leaned into it, taking all he gave, giving in return with total abandon. He pulled the end of her towel free, allowing the material to drop into a colourful pool at her hips. He cupped one br**** in his hand, stroking the ni**** to a taut bud with his thumb. Geet whimpered with building passion.

Maan ended the kiss and lifted her from his lap as though she weighed little more than a feather. He leaned forward and laid her on the bed, stretching out beside her in the next moment, resting on forearm.

His eyes swept over her bare br*****; then, with a visibly shaking hand, he swept back the towel, revealing the rest of her body to his smouldering gaze. He flicked aside his own towel, exposing his arousal.

Their eyes explored eagerly, visually tracing every inch of each other, fanning the flames of desires burning in them.

"Beautiful," Maan said. "You're so beautiful, Geet."

"You're magnificent, you truly are."

He looked deep into her eyes, as though searching for, then finding, the answer to the unspoken question. He dipped his head to draw the soft flesh of one of her br***** deep into his mouth, his tongue ravishing the ni**** in a steady rhythm.

Geet closed her eyes for a moment to savour the sensations arising in her.

Maan moved to her other br****. His hand gliding over the flat plane of her stomach, then lower, and lower still, to the apex of her thighs.

She trembled from the foray, one hand gripping the muscles of his biceps.

Then Maan's lips travelled the path of his hand. Geet could feel the tension building within her, tightening, heating in the dark, moist center of her feminity. She tossed her head restlessly, a near sob escaping from her lips.

"Maan, please," she whispered. "Please."

"Soon Geet," he said, hardly recognizing the sound of his own voice. "Soon."

Control, Maan, his mind said. He was slipping too close to the edge, wanted to seek release in haven of Geet's body'now. Now. But he had to regain command over himself, because Geet's pleasure must be assured. That concern was uppermost in his mind, with an intensity he'd never experienced before.

"Maan," Geet said, her voice shaking.

He moved over her, resting his weight on both forearms, seeing the desire radiating from Geet's eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips moist from his kisses, and parted slightly in an enticing invitation.

He kissed her, then raised his head again, wanting, needing to see her face in the soft glow of the lights as they became one.

Slowly, so slowly, he entered her, a moan rumbling from his throat as he covered himself in the dark, moist heat.

Ecstasy.

Geet sighed with pure feminine pleasure, savouring the sensation of Maan in her, the strength and power of what he was bringing to her. She could feel his muscles trembling with forced restraint where her hands were on his back.

Her heart sang with joy at the realization that he was putting her pleasure before his own, telling her by his actions that they were indeed making love, that this was special.

But his pleasure was important to her as well, and she lifted her hips to draw him fully into her.

"Geet''"

"I want you so much."

He began to move, increasing the rhythm with each thrust, and she met him. The tension built within them to sweet pain, taking them closer and closer to what they sought.

Then waves of passion swept through Geet, seeming to carry her up and away, taking her far beyond reason and reality to a glorious place.

"Maan."

Seconds later he joined her there, shuddering, with a sound that was bursting from his throat. Spasm after spasm consumed them as though the ecstasy would last for all time.

They soared in the beyond, then drifted back. Maan collapsing against her, his last ounce of energy spent. He rolled onto his side taking her with him.

Their breathing slowed. Their bodies cooled. Their heartbeats quieted to normal speed. Their minds and hearts held the memories of what had just happened, and they treasured them.

The boat continued to rock slowly back and forth, and the rain fell steadily, creating a symphony produced by nature.

Maan drew the edges of the bedspread over them, then settled again, holding Geet close, his lips resting lightly on her forehead.

Neither spoke as they lay in contentment, listening to the music of the rain, and they slept.

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