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I sitin my truck in her driveway. I’ve been sitting here for three minutes, trying to come up with some excuse as to why I need to leave, but I don’t want to. I’m tired of running away from these feelings. Tired of denying myself.
Her front door opens slowly and she casually leans against the door jamb. Her eyes meet mine and it’s like we both know exactly what’s going through my head without having to say it. She’s not in the same clothes from earlier—in fact, it looks like she’s wearing a silk robe. I reach for the handle to open my truck door. She pushes away from the door jamb, her hand slowly sliding down to the belt that’s tied at her waist, holding the robe in place. I take a step toward her and she tugs it loose, slowly turning around and walking away from the open door.
I’m like a moth to a flame.
I step over the threshold. She’s standing there, the robe hanging slightly open to reveal a sexy lace lingerie set, and I feel like I’m about to drop to my knees. I take my time, closing the door and locking it before kicking off my boots and placing my hat on the table by the front door.
“We both know it’s why you wanted to come over tonight.” She slides the robe down her shoulders.
I step closer until our bodies are just a few inches apart. She looks incredible, like every fantasy I’ve ever had wrapped in lace. I can see her nipples through the sheer fabric. I reach my hand up and run the backs of my fingers over her cheek, down to her breasts.
“Mmm, I won’t pretend it wasn’t, but is it the reasonyousaid yes, Dolly? Do you want me to take control of your body tonight?” I let my hand wander down to settle on her waist. “Are you ready to let me give in to every desire, every naughty thought, every forbidden fantasy I’ve had of you?”
Her lips part and I hear a sharp intake of breath as her eyes grow heavy.
“Yes.”
11
DAHLIA
I’ve never seen Ranger look at me like this. This is different from the flirting. This isn’t ogling . . . this is predatory.
“You sure about that, baby girl?” He tugs me tightly against him, his hand pressing firmly against my bare skin as his other hand snakes around the back of my neck. “I’m a starving man and you’re about to be my buffet.”
Heat curls in my stomach, extending down to my toes and the tips of my fingers as his eyes darken with hunger.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve undressed you with my eyes?” He pushes me backward, walking with me until my back hits the wall behind us. He slides his hands up my body, tangling his fingers in mine before pinning them above my head. “How many times I’ve imagined tasting you?”
My eyes roll back in my head as his tongue snakes out against my neck, teasing me gently. He nibbles my earlobe, my hips instinctively thrusting forward against him.
“Mmm, you want more?”
“Yes, please,” I practically beg.
“What do you need?”
“More . . . tell me more.”
I can feel his grin against the skin of my neck as his throaty chuckle rumbles through his chest.
“You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off of your tight little body when we slept next to each other at the cabin.” He releases my hands, his dropping to slowly slide down the front of my body. He positions his fingers at the waistband of my panties, slowly sliding them down while his other hand wraps gently around my throat. “You were such a naughty girl that night, teasing me so deliberately. Did you do that on purpose? Getting me rock hard—so turned on—then leaving me hanging?”
His fingers slide between my folds, which are already slick with desire. “Ohh,” I moan as he swirls around my clit. His fingers slightly tighten against my throat.
“Did you, baby? Did you want me thinking of nothing but all the ways I wanted to fuck you while I laid beside you all night?”
“Yes.” My hands are pressed against the wall behind me. He slips one finger inside me and repeats the movement while his thumb continues to tease my clit.
“Tsk, tsk, so naughty. I think you need to be taught a lesson, Dolly. I think I need to finally let you see just what kind of man I am. How I respond to being teased.” He leans forward, running his tongue up my neck as he slides a second finger inside me, crooking them forward and hitting my G-spot.
“Yessss.” The word is almost an inaudible hiss.
“Do you want me to show you? Do you want to experience what I’ve fantasized about for the last 13 years?”
My eyes open. I know we’re both caught up in the moment—that lust has taken over any sense of logic between us right now—but this is the first time he’s ever admitted to wanting me the entire time we’ve known each other. My lips part and I’m lost in ecstasy as my orgasm builds with the movements of his fingers sliding in and out of me and the friction of his palm against my most sensitive areas.
