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was to start the fire.
    Focused on what he had to do, he pivoted a little too fast and ran chest to chest into Sahara. Tipping back on her heels, she released a squeal and began to fall. Devon reached out, caught her by an arm and pulled her to him.
    “Damn. Sahara, I’m sorry.”
    “No. It’s my fault.” Her nervous laughter drew his attention to her perfectly carved lips. “I got too close. I was watching those stupid lobsters, and I—”
    Devon crushed his mouth across hers.
    Sensual attraction erupted whenever they were together, causing him to lose focus. She had a way of making him forget himself, even his hunger and self-preservation, as the truth spilled from him. “I’ve missed this.” He’d missed her more than he even realized.
    She melted against him. He felt her soft sigh against his lips. “Me too.”
    Moving slowly, he curled his fingers in the lower back of her sundress and eased the material upward. When the dress was around her waist, he smoothed his lips to the valley between her breasts, where her perfume was the strongest, and inhaled.
    “You smell good enough to eat.”
    She cupped the back of his head and guided him to one of her breasts. “Don’t let me stop you.”
    A growl rumbled in his throat. But he didn’t want a layer of material keeping him from her skin. In seconds he had her dress over her head. His heart nearly stopped when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were full, inviting. Sahara stood before him in nothing but her heels and a lacy yellow thong. His cock twitched and hardened. He tugged at his T-shirt and pulled it off, tossing it on her sundress. He took her in his arms, felt her diamond-hard nipples scrape across his chest. As he roamed his palms down her silky back, he spun her around to face the counter.
    “Devon?”
    “Shhh.”
    Tucking his thumbs into the elastic of her thong, he dragged them mid-thigh to where they trapped her legs together. Then he reached for the refrigerator and pressed the ice dispenser button. Ice clunked around and a single cube dropped into his palm. When he placed the ice at the nape of her neck, she gasped and arched. Slowly he slid the coldness down her spine. As he traced it between the cheeks of her ass, over her anus, she released a breathy cry that made him smile. The second the cube touched her warm slit, it began to melt, water drenching his hand.
    Tingles erupted in his groin. He had to fight to breathe, to contain the excitement rushing through his bloodstream. “Hot.” So fucking hot .
    When he stroked her clit, circled the ice around the bud, she bucked and attempted to widen her stance to no avail. He did it once more, evoking the same reaction before he slipped the cube inside her.
    Her breath hitched. “Oh my God. Devon.” A shiver visibly raked through her.
    Moisture dripped down her thighs. The sight was arousing. He reached for another piece of ice and inserted it inside her. He added a couple more pieces until a puddle developed on the floor.
    Her legs weren’t the only ones shaking. His balls tightened, throbbed. White fire built in them with staggering speed.
    Placing a palm on her back, he drove her forward. She grasped the counter. Bent over, he could see her reddened flesh glistening from the water and her own juices. He had never seen anything so sensual. He opened a drawer and chose a dull butter knife. With the flat side, he spanked her tender flesh once, twice.
    Her hips flew forward as she choked, “Devon!” A wave of long, strawberry hair flew as she jerked her head around and her gaze slammed into him.
    The burn in her eyes increased the snap of his wrist, increasing the rhythm and pressure against her sensitive skin. When she screamed again, her body stiffened, her head lolled forward as her folds pulsated with her climax. A velvet-smooth moan slipped from her mouth.
    Her reaction, the way he felt, was too much for Devon.
    The knife fell from his hand. Trembling, he reached for the