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I could feel the steady rise and fall of Declan's chest, the heat of his bare skin against mine. His right arm was curved possessively around me from behind, the muscles of his bicep and triceps as hard as stone. His forearm rested across my abdomen, his hand cupping my left breast. My bare breast. I was lying on my side, my left hand under my pillow, wide awake. I couldn't have moved even if I'd tried - he was spooned so closely against me, that, in addition to his arm around me, I barely had any "wiggle room". And considering what I could feel still pressed to my backside, I most certainly was not about to risk waking the beast. That was almost funny, under the circumstances. There was a silver pillar candle, still lit, on the nightstand beside me. I stared at the flame, watching