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"I don’t want to leave it now" She couldn’t hold the words in

A distant part of her brain cursed her foolishness, cursed her weak heart and the part of her soul that had never released the ’s eyes dilated, darkened, then he was stealing her kiss He ravished her lips, ate at theue licked, his head slanted, and the kiss deepened as fireworks exploded through her body Brilliant heat Flas

When he drew back, all the way back, they were both breathing hard and fast and fighting for control

"Not yet" His voice was a graveled sound of need "Too fucking soon You have a few hours before you can take it yet"

"There are other ways" She leaned forward, touching her lips with his again, and saw the surprise in his eyes She whispered wickedly, "Coet"

Show her how nasty he could get? Oh, she had no idea the fantasies he had of getting nasty with her

"What about lunch?" He glanced down at the food she had laid out

"Fried chicken tastes better cold," she reer anticipation at the slow little lick her tonguethe food was a si the lids back on the containers and resetting the found hi her down to her back as he caht want to reconsider that little dare you justloose his fantasies could have disastrous results Because he had a lot of fantasies

"It could get worse than a spanking and a butt plug that vibrates and ripples?" She stared up at him in amused disbelief, even as her hands pulled his shirt free of his jeans

She ild, wanton Dawg could see it in her eyes now, and he wondered if he hadn’t somehow sensed that wildness inside her years before

He held back, feeling her slender fingers pulling at the buttons of his shirt, releasing thee in her eyes

He wondered how far she would go Hoild she would let herself get before she pulled back

And maybe a part of him had to know He had no desire to share her, but that didn’t mean his sexuality had dithy, hard, and nasty Crista couldn’t have a clue exactly how hard and nasty he could get with her But he could show her He could show her, and try like hell not to scare her off while he was doing so

Because scaring her was definitely so he didn’t want to do But he wanted her All of her, in ways that had his cock pounding in agony at the thought of it

"I could definitely ," he assured her with a sers sed thethe suh the trees and caressed his naked flesh It was nowhere as sensual as the feel of Crista’s fingers working at his belt, drawing the leather free of the buckle before pulling at the irl’s breath with your wicked ways, Mr Mackay," she drawled teasingly, that hint of Southern belle deliberately thickened as his zipper rasped lower

Dawg felt helpless above her He stared into her chocolate eyes, certain he should be doing so her clothes from her body, but it was all he could do instead to th in his arms to hold himself above her

His jeans were loose now; her silken hands gripped the waistband and began drawing it froo so far," he warned her with a griet rid of the boots, sweetheart"

She sht in anticipation

"Lie down," she ordered softly, her pal, and we’ll see if we can’t get rid of the a woave it to Crista Because watching her, feeling her touch, was like being warmed in the winter It wrapped around hi him to throw his partner into it

She cast him a heated look from beneath her lashes as she moved to his feet and removed his boots, then his socks Then, like the wanton he dreaan to drag the her undress hi how hot it made her As she tossed his jeans to the botto on, his brow arched

"You’re still dressed, Crista"

She looked around as though gauging the privacy of where they were As he started to speak, her hands gripped the hem of the little shirt she wore, and she drew it over her head

She wore nothing but a thin lace bra beneath it One that fraht, hard nipples

Watching him with slumberous, sexy eyes, she rose slowly to her feet and dropped the cotton capris as she pushed her sandals off her feet

"Leave the panties on" His voice was harsh as her fingers hooked into the little elastic band of the thong she wore