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She raised her chin. “I like the butter cream. I don’t care if I look like crap against it. I’m not sleeping in that room.”
    “You finished?” he asked, his fingers already busy opening the button at the front of her jeans.
    “Guess so,” she said, pulling her tee over her head.
    “Damn convenient—you with no underwear.” He clutched the waist of her jeans and pushed.
    She gripped the edge of the counter and lifted her butt to allow him to shove them down her legs. “You already work so hard, I’d hate to add another chore.”
    When she was nude, he parted her thighs, gave her a hot glare, and then knelt.
    Oh, she loved this part. Loved his mouth on her sex. Joey hadn’t bothered after their first few dates, but Cain seemed to enjoy the act nearly as much as she did. She widened her thighs and leaned backward, closing her eyes as his tongue traced her slit then fluttered against her clit.
    He took his time, giving her long, languorous strokes with the flat of his tongue, then deeper, pointed thrusts inside her. All the while, his thumbs tugged and rasped at her folds and hardening knot. Just when her core tightened and she began the climb, he stood and shoved his jeans past his hips, freeing his cock.
    She stared at his thick, hard shaft, and her breaths became short, labored pants. He gripped her buttocks and drew her off the edge of the counter, and she quickly wrapped her legs around his hips as he entered her. With the gentle crush of his hands, he controlled the depth of his thrusts, lowering her slowly, then raising her…then lowering her again.
    Carina tossed back her hair and clung to his shoulders, letting loose a low growl because this sexy man was driving her crazy. Tall and strong, his movements were measured. He was rarely in a rush and never left her behind. For once, it was true—she was one lucky girl.
    Cain strode to an open wall and leaned her against it. “This could get a little rough,” he said, his voice low and husky.
    A shiver ran over her bare skin. “God, I hope so,” she said, tightening her grip around his hips.
    “I like the way I feel, all up inside you, baby.”
    “Sweet talk me all you want, but actions speak louder, cowboy.” She tightened her intimate muscles and gave him a slow squeeze.
    “Damn, baby, do that again, and I can’t promise how long I’ll last.”
    She grinned and gave him another, and that was all it took.
    His face hardened, and his lips drew away from his teeth as he hammered her against the wall.
    His phone chirped on the nightstand, and Cain left Carina dozing on the bed, a sheet twisted around her hips. Once he was padding down the stairs, he answered. “Whitfield, here.”
    “Found the car, Cain.”
    Josh’s voice sounded in his ear. “Where?”
    “A hay barn on Jeremiah’s property. Near the canyon. Ran the plates. The Viper’s definitely his.”
    His grip on the phone tightened. “Shit. So he’s still in the area.”
    “And he’s likely scored a new set of wheels. Thought you should know. I’m adding another man to patrol. Looks like you’re not going anywhere for a while.”
    Cain’s gaze went up the stairway, and he cussed under his breath. “We’d hoped he had given up. She’s getting a little stir-crazy. Guess we both are.” He raked a hand through his hair. “I’ll take a turn around the yard. Who’s on tonight?”
    “Tank and Emerson. Me. We’ll all drive by. If you hear so much as a floorboard creak, you call.”
    “Will do.” He rang off then sat on the steps. Well, shit. They couldn’t live like this indefinitely. Something had to give. Carina didn’t deserve living like a prisoner. He thought about waking her to tell her, but she was sleeping so soundly, he didn’t have the heart. So, instead, he crept back upstairs, found his jeans and a pair of boots, and quietly dressed in the kitchen. His glance went to the counter where he’d begun making love to her. She’d been so damn sexy, her lips pouting,