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He’d convinced himse

lf it had been a figment of his imagination, but as he lifted Piper against his chest and bore her to the bed, he knew the pleasure was doing just that.

It was burning brighter, hotter, and deeper than anything he’d ever known.

She wasn’t doing anything different. It wasn’t that experience filled each tentative lick of her tongue against his or each heated brush of her body against his.

Piper was anything and everything but experienced, and he knew it. He’d made it his job to know everything about her that a man could dig up.

But he hadn’t known the effect she’d have on him.

A low moan slipped past his lips. Her knees were hugging his hips, the thin material of her panties beneath the ankle-length silky skirt she wore rubbing against the denim of his jeans as it covered the tormented length of his dick.

God, he was hard.

So hard he felt as though his cock were seconds away from becoming pure steel, throbbing furiously, his testicles drawn tight beneath it. He knew he wouldn’t last long. Hell, he’d be lucky if he got inside her before he embarrassed himself and spilled his release into his jeans.

Laying her back on the bed, Jed couldn’t force himself to break from the kiss that seemed to be feeding the flaming lust burning between them.

Fuck, it was good.

She was good.

She was as sweet as sunrise and as hot as the Texas heat waves he remembered from his childhood.

Rolling his hips against hers, the hardened length of his cock pressing against the tender mound of her pussy, Jed worried at his lack of self-control.

She wasn’t experienced. Hell, it would surprise the hell out of him if he learned she wasn’t a virgin. But she had the power to strip him down to the core of who and what he was. A male animal. A sexually hungry, sexually determined, sexually intent male animal, and he couldn’t seem to pull himself back.

That powerlessness was so alien to his character, to his very nature, that shock resounded to the depths of his senses.

Yet it wasn’t enough to stop him.

One hand pushed beneath the loose, sleeveless top she wore. One of her own creations yet again: a soft white silk with a handkerchief hem that perfectly matched the hem of the skirt.

Tiny, tiny mother-of-pearl buttons held the material over her rapidly rising and falling breasts as his hand slid beneath the top, his palm cupping the underside of one breast perfectly.

The excuse for a bra was little more than silky lace, easily pushed aside by his fingers as his thumb searched out the hardened little point of her nipple.

It was swollen tight and hard, and the caress he gave it had Piper arching to him, a muted cry falling from her lips as pleasure arced between them like a live electrical connection.

With his free hand Jed struggled to undress her. The tiny buttons were instruments of torture as his fingers fumbled and slipped on them. It seemed to take forever, but finally he released the captive tip of her nipple to lift her to him and push the blouse from her shoulders.

Reaching behind his neck, he gripped her wrists, pulling them free of the hold she had on him and dragging them down to allow him to remove the blouse and lacy bra.

Hard, sipping kisses kept them connected as he hurried to undress first Piper’s lush, heated body, then his own harder, fiercer one.

If he didn’t have her, if he didn’t sink his cock inside her soon, then he was going to die of the hunger clawing inside him.

“So fucking pretty,” he growled against her lips as he finally had her naked beneath him, had himself naked and ready to take her.

But the silken peaches-and-cream flesh distracted him.

He meant to spread her thighs and sink inside her while he still had the control to take her slow and easy.

He made the mistake of lifting himself from her, releasing her lips to rise above her, his gaze lowering to the full, tempting globes of her breasts.

Tiny hardened cherry red nipples topped the firm flesh, and the temptation to taste them was too much to resist.

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