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Sod. Rocks. Plants. Hard work.

I walked with her to the hallway, my blood still pounding, my mind crowded with thoughts of her, both imagined and real.

“Did you want to…” She stopped in front of the library where the baby grand gleamed in the moonlight. She was so close I could smell her, so close I could see her pulse in her throat, and I lost control of my impulses. My feelings for her flooded the dam and I was powerless against them.

I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her.

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I thought she might push me away, only because I never knew what she was going to do. She was all taut and trembling muscle and then she kissed me back.

Throwing her arms around my neck she knocked me backward and I collided with the wall. I hauled her close and high against my body, taking her weight in my arms, pressing her hard against every part of my body. Imprinting her on my skin.

Her teeth bit into my lips and I growled, low and menacing.

“Savannah,” I said, between long sucking bites at her mouth. Her lips tasted like honey and inside… I groaned, sinking into her. But I’d lied to her once. And I wouldn’t keep the truth from her again. “We have to stop.”

“Why?” she sighed, reaching those beloved hands up my shirt and across the hard muscles of my stomach that jumped in appreciation.

More. Oh, man, I wanted so much more with her. I wanted everything. I wanted to push her against the wall and eat her. I wanted to lay her out on a bed and cherish her, love her, and at the same time I wanted to bend her over a chair and make her scream as she came.

“I don’t want to stop,” she said. Those circles under my shirt grew and grew until one of her blunt nails raked across my nipple.

“I have to leave on Sunday,” I said. “I…can’t stay.”

I could come back, I thought, but didn’t say. One word from you and I would be back here like a boomerang.

“I know,” she said, her smile ghostly. “But I want this,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss me, her teeth taking a small bite out of my lip. “I want everything you have to give me. For however long I can have it.”

“Savannah,” I groaned, her name a plea. It occurred to me to ask if she was sure, but then her hand slid down the front of my pants.

Doesn’t get more sure than that.

I swept her up in my arms, feeling very Rhett Butler.

Using my foot, I bumped open the door to the sleeping porch.

As she slid down onto the bed like bourbon out of a bottle, the look in her eyes was a challenge and my blood pounded in response. Savannah wanted sex. And as she leaned backward and spread herself out against the faded, soft sheets, her knees bent, her arms spread, the tie on her robe giving up the best of her secrets, I knew how she wanted it.

The same way I did.

Wild. Hot. Now.

I leaned down and pushed open her robe, revealing the perfection of her body. The tight curve of her breast, the taut belly, the gorgeous mystery at the apex of her thighs.

Her skin was silk under my hand, her nipples hard as I rolled them against my palm, pinched them, just enough that her eyes went hazy, her lips parted in a moan.

I licked her open mouth, toying with her lips, her tongue, until she pushed herself up and sealed her mouth to mine.

Then the fun really started.

My clothes, barely touched by her long elegant hands, fell off my body until we were skin to skin. The electrical current between us could light up the Manor for months, years.

She was strong and her muscles held me tight, gripped me hard. A leg around my hip, an arm around my shoulders and it felt as though she might never let me go.

And that was so okay with me.

My erection brushed the liquid heat between her legs and we both gasped, arching hard into each other.

“You better have protection,” she whispered into my ear, licking the rim, biting the lobe and my brain went blank.

Protection?

Her fingertips danced over my erection, her thumb tracing circles around the head. “Condom?” she said.

I blinked, unable to tell whether she was speaking English.

“Matt?” She smiled, womanly and knowing.

“You’re killing me,” I breathed, closing my eyes when both her hands got in on the act.

“We’ll both be hurting if you don’t have a condom.”

Oh, right. A condom.

I kissed her hard and leaned up on my arms, reluctant to leave the stunning heat of her body. More so when her breasts were gilded in moonlight, the nipples dark and hard. I sucked one into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth.

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