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thudded against the hel of his palm.

“I want you,” he said.

“Yes.”

“Naked.”

“Um . . .”

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He slid her T-shirt up her narrow ribcage.

She crossed her arms. “We’re outside.”

“Under cover.” He eased the hem up. “Anyway, I took off my shirt.”

“It’s not the same.” But she lifted her arms to help him.

“That’s what makes it fun.” He tugged the shirt over her head.

Her breath caught. So did his. He stopped with her arms stil trapped in her shirt so he could stare. With her arms pul ed back, her breasts thrust forward like a ripe, warm offering, smal and firm with pale, pink crests. They beaded under his gaze.

“I don’t have these.” He touched one with his finger, making the pink tip contract.

One dark, winged brow rose. “Nipples?”

“Breasts. Beautiful breasts. Beautiful Lara.”

Her skin was the color of cream. He lapped her like a cat, curling his tongue around her pretty peaks, sucking her into his mouth.

A flush spread over her chest. Her fingers winnowed through his hair, scratched lightly at his scalp, as his mouth tugged at her breasts.

“You taste so good,” he murmured. He flicked open the top button of her jeans. The muscles of her warm, smooth stomach jumped. He thrust his hand into her waistband. “I want to lick you al over.”

She trembled as he found what he was searching for, rough curls, hot, slick flesh. He withdrew his hand. Holding her gaze, he tasted his fingertips.

“Sweet Heaven.” She shuddered and shut her eyes.

“Ssh.” He soothed her, pul ing her close, letting her feel how she affected him, assuring her without words that she wasn’t in this alone. “Do you trust me?”

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“I guess. Yes.”

He spread his T-shirt onto the hood of the Jeep.

Retrieved the condom from his jeans pocket. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

He pul ed her back into his arms, her back to his chest, the hard ridge of his erection nestled against her sweet rump, her arms stil trapped between them. She sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. Her soft exhalation stabbed his heart. He pressed a kiss to her temple before stripping her shirt from her arms so she wouldn’t feel constrained in any way. With his arms around her, he slid down her zipper, the sound loud in the stil ness. She sucked in her breath. But she didn’t object as he worked pants and panties over the curve of her butt and down her long, smooth thighs. Keeping one hand on her hip for reassurance, he dealt with the condom. His belt buckle rattled as he shoved down his jeans.

And then he bent her over the warm metal hood of the Jeep and covered her from behind.

Lara jerked like a startled pony. “Iestyn.”

God, she felt good, warm and good against him. His heart thundered. He kissed her ear. “Do you trust me?”

“Ye-es. But . . .”

“Let me show you.” He nuzzled her shoulder. Her skin was like velvet. “Let me take you where you want to go.”

Her breathing quickened. He concentrated on that, on the subtle signals of her body as he fit himself over her, as he slid a hand under her, holding her steady for his intrusion.

He nudged between her thighs and she rose on tiptoe, angling her hips to receive him. Oh, baby. He almost lost his breath. His mind. She was already wet, ripe, ready.

Fisting his cock, he stroked her slowly up and down, working himself into her, just a little. Just enough.

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Never enough.

“Is this what you want?”

She writhed and pushed back against him, tel ing him yes over and over, yes, in the arch of her back, yes, in her wet welcome, yes, in the tight, hot clasp of her body.

Yes, I want you.

Yes, I trust you.

Take me.

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