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“If I go to Dawg, then he’ll see it as a weakness; don’t you understand that? I’ll be giving in and he’ll take full advantage of it. Not out of cruelty.” She held her hand up to delay whatever argument she could see brewing in his expression. “Not out of manipulation. That’s his instinct,” she argued. “Just as it’s yours.”
It was the way they were, the type of men they were. If Dawg didn’t come to her first, seeking answers, then he wouldn’t be in a frame of mind to discuss what had happened to her while she was away. He would dictate her security instead and try to lock her so far out of sight she would have a hard time finding herself, let alone anyone else finding her.
“You forget: I came for you.” His head lowered as he voiced the reminder, his lips brushing against her ear and causing her eyes to close at the pleasure of the touch. “No questions, no demands. I came for you, Piper, and I’m the one forced to field questions from your friends and family. If I have to take Rowdy or Natches Mackay’s fist for you, because I keep refusing to answer their questions, then you are going to owe me. Big-time.”
The words were a breath of warning against her neck as Piper felt her knees weaken.
Lifting her hands from where they hung at her sides, she tentatively gripped his upper arms, feeling the play of his biceps beneath her fingers.
“They won’t hit you.” She knew her brother and her cousins. They were hard men, but they weren’t unfair.
“Perhaps I should have a taste now.” His lips brushed against her jaw. “Show me what I’m going to take that punch for, Piper.”
Her head turned; her lips parted.
She’d dreamed of his kiss since that first one six weeks before. Each day, each time he spoke to her, teased her, silently rebuked her, had built the need for it.
She needed his kiss.
She needed his touch.
Her lips accepted his, parted, and Piper found herself dragged into a chaotic storm of pure heat.
Pleasure raced across her flesh like ribbons of electric sensation. From her lips to the tip of her toes and back to the crown of her head, his lips against hers created a reaction she couldn’t have expected.
She should have expected. She’d felt it before. But how was she to know that the first time hadn’t been just a fluke? She had never predicted the intensity of the pleasure to repeat itself or—incredibly—to begin building higher, stronger.
Faster.
* * *
Jed barely controlled the gut-deep groan of instant, overwhelming hunger.
Son of a bitch, it couldn’t be this good. There was no way this unusual depth of pleasure was real.
He’d convinced himself 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.
