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She slipped her arms around his neck. “I’m sure.”
That was all he needed to know. His body burning, he swung her up in his arms again and took the steps two at a time.
“Connor?” he asked as he glanced toward the boy’s door.
“On the ranch, with Mom,” she said with her lips against his throat.
He staggered across the hallway to her room. It wasn’t quite dark outside yet; the room was filled with shadows. Gently, he put her down. For a millisecond, they stared at each other.
“You’re all I can think about,” he murmured as he pulled her close again. Her lips were hot, feverish against his, her hands unsteady as they moved restlessly over his shoulders. She pulled back, and with her eyes on him, she lifted her top over her head.
“I was looking forward to unbuttoning those again.” He grinned but he sobered quickly.
Her hands had disappeared behind her back. With her gaze never leaving his, she unfastened her bra, slipped it down her arms, and let it drop.
Taking in every detail of her gorgeous face, he let his hand slide down her body, down between the contours of her breasts, until he reached the top of her jeans. “You’re so, so beautiful.” And with a groan, he claimed her lips again.
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They’d somehow endedup on the bed, but she was only vaguely aware of her surroundings. Those hands. Caressing her breasts, teasing, tempting, demanding, tormenting. She was burning up, her heart hammering away.
“Finally,” he crooned before his mouth closed around an aching nipple. She nearly came undone right there. She wrapped his hair around her fingers, urging him on, keeping him in place, dreading the moment he would stop.
His hands slid farther down her body, lighting fires right below the surface of her skin. When he reached the fastening of her jeans, a soft curse slipped out.
Giggling, she quickly lifted her body from the bed, and with his help, they shoved her jeans all the way down. He threw them to the side, his eyes raking her from head to toe. All she was remained wearing was a very small, red triangle.
“You’re killing me, you know that?” Standing up, he loosened his belt.
It was her turn to enjoy the show. Leaning back on her elbows, she slid her gaze over him. He had a beautiful body—all hard lines and muscles. Slowly, he pushed down his jeans. Her eyes widened. No briefs and...wow.
“Like what you see?” he asked cheekily as he knelt beside her.
“I do,” she breathed, putting out a hand to touch him. “No briefs?”
“Hate the things...” With a groan, he caught her wandering hand. “If you touch me, this will be over way too soon. I want more of you.” Stretching out next to her, he pulled her closer. “I haven’t even begun...to...”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.”
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His mouth found hersagain while his hands were now free to journey over her body without any hindrance. Or, wait... He lifted his head. She was still wearing the small, red triangle. With his gaze on hers, he slipped his hand under the elastic.
Her breath hitched, her eyes darkening as her body arched upward. Leisurely moving his hand farther down, he kept his gaze on her.
“Gavin...” she whispered, her body moving restlessly.
“What do you want?” Slowly, he moved his fingers closer and closer toward her heat. It was taking all his control not to rush her.
She moaned, moving her head from side to side.
“Tell me?” he insisted.
“Touch me,” she pleaded.
That was all he’d been waiting for. He tried to shove down the lace and satin, but for something so tiny, it wouldn’t budge.
