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Grabbing Dash’s hand, she started for the front door "You’ve made a lot of promises," she told him "Now it’s time for you to pay up"

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

DASH PLANTED HIS FEET and refused to budge "Slon, Margo I need to grab our stuff froh to attack, she jerked around to blast hi kiss that quickly had her subdued Little by little he lightened up, teasing with his tongue, tasting her, pushing her closer to the edge

Turning her on turned him on, too But he kneould happen and when--and she didn’t That gave hie

He eased away frole her fingers fro her hand, he kissed her knuckles and felt the tension quivering through her It wouldn’t take too ht, he’d have her screa his tone controlled, he stated, "I want you to go on in Take a few ht there"

Her beautiful dark eyes searched his face "And then?"

"And then you’re going to take off your clothes and wait for et dinner started"

Her lips parted on a protest, but she said nothing

Dash could see the si it clear he assureement, he asked, "Will you need any help?"

Uncertainly, she shook her head "No," she said in a very s else" He cupped the side of her face, let his thu, I’ll see to you"

Her brsts shiain she started to speak, but didn’t Three more deep breaths later, she turned and headed for the house

Dash watched her go, his ht, his chest restricted He was so hard he could be lethal, and he kneasn’t the game

It was the woman His woman--once she realized how perfectly suited they were

When she stepped into the house, Dash turned and went to the car Yes, he wanted to cook dinner for her; as he’d told her, she needed to eat But this was about ht boneless chicken so he could cook it h at the ti out He definitely hadn’t planned to be sidetracked by her brother or father

Her father Jaw tight, Dash shook his head So personal and difficult and, at least for Margo, e

Today she’dwhenan to see if his brother knew of any family issues between them, but that felt disloyal and he couldn’t make himself do it

Later, after he had her soft and replete, he’d ask Margo himself and hopefully she’d confide in hi and the groceries, Margo was on the couch still giving attention to Oliver He smiled toward her, and she reciprocated with defiance That rin

"Do you like oven-fried chicken?"

Her expression faltered "Yes"

"Good It’ll take et the potatoes boiling Then I’ll have about thirtymore to it" Thirty minutes that he’d spend on her

He went on past her, down the hall first to drop off his bag in her bedrooes of clothes--and plenty of condoh He didn’t want to tempt himself

With that done, he left the bedrooo hadn’t yetwith things, slowly corips with the depth of their relationship He cared enough to give her all the time and attention she needed until she completely accepted him

First he set the oven, and then Dash found flour in the cabinet, an egg and butter in the fridge In the bottom oven drawer he located a thick cast-iron skillet

He felt lanced at her over his shoulder Her dark eyes were huge, her face flushed

Her niles were tight points against her blouse

He loved seeing her like this He just plain loved her "Everything okay?"

Her gaze moved over his back, down his spine to his ass and then his thighs "If I get naked, are you going to get naked, too?"

He wouldn’t lie to her As he cracked the egg into a bowl, he shook his head "Not just yet" Next he put the flour on a plate

"Why do I need to be naked?"

Was that a note of worry?

Maybe apprehension over what he’d do?

Margo was one of the bravest people he’d ever met, but she didn’t like the unknown