You are beautiful, you know that? So
beautiful. So warm! So sweet. Your smell! Your…taste! I cannot
explain how it feels.”
“Dane—.”
“Pray, do not stop me. I’m on a roll. Oh!
I’ve a glib tongue when it matters. At least, that’s what Percy
used to accuse. And trust me, my love. Right here and right now –
it matters. More than I can describe.”
“Percy?”
He yanked the t-shirt off, displaying
glorious muscle that wasn’t as tanned as the rest of him. That was
odd. Sun worshipping surfer dudes usually wore nothing but swim
trunks. Tan lines like his had to be a complete faux pas on the
beach. But then he cancelled out every errant thought by putting
his hands on his hips, lowering his jaw, and sending a look at her
that made her jerk visibly.
“Oh…wow.” Her sigh carried every bit of
feminine appreciation. There wasn’t any way to hide it.
“What?”
He reached upward, putting definition to all
that muscle, as if preening for her. And if she hadn’t already
thought him the best looking man on the planet, she was blind.
“What? Come on, Dane. You’re stunning. And
you know it.”
“It’s all for you, Baby. All. Forever.
Yours.”
He flipped the top button of his denims open
and pulled until the zipper trailed apart. Her mouth dropped open.
He had the most cut lower abdomen she’d ever seen, too. Even on an
Olympic swimmer.
“How did you get so…ripped?”
“You like?”
“Dane.”
He grinned and lifted his jaw. “You have a
way of chastising with just the mention of my name. I adore it,
too. Never change. Okay?”
“Are you going to answer the question?”
“Oh. Yes. I look this way because I didn’t
spend my growing years on my ass playing video games as they do
now. Things were a bit different. And I was the active sort.”
“You played sports?”
“Not played, exactly. It was more
like…work.”
“Work? Did you grow up on a farm? You tossed
a lot of hay or something?”
“Actually, I misspoke. It was more like play.
But with competition. I spent a lot of years rowing. A lot.”
“Rowing?”
“Yes. Rowing. With oars.”
“You were on a rowing team? That explains a
lot.”
“Once I earned the position, yes. But first I
had to successfully learn how to dodge things.”
“What…like dodge ball?”
“More like spears and javelins. Once I
learned how to dodge, then it was catching and tossing back. I got
very good at it. Very good. I already told you of my dexterity. I
don’t have many scars. I was the youngest to earn a position at an
oar.”
“How young?”
“Twelve.”
Her eyes went wide to match her mouth. “What
kind of childhood did you have? And where on earth were you raised?
And who would do such a thing?”
“We will have to discuss that later, too.
Fair?” And without awaiting her answer, he shoved his pants to the
floor.
Fair?
Hell no. The man was
completely unfair. He knew that, too. It was in the look on his
face. Vangie wasn’t an innocent, but Dane was more than she
expected and entirely more than she knew how to handle. But oh! How
she wanted to try! She licked her lips, trembled with what had to
be yearning and longing and craving and desiring, and everything
she’d once fantasized about. She looked up at his face.
“What?” He wasn’t just preening. He was on
full display. And proud of it.
“You! And uh…you. Oh my stars. You’re
so…uh—”
He lunged onto the bed beside her, denting
the mattress with his weight as well as making the entire structure
shake with the force of his entrance.
“I am your mate,
Frja
. I will not
harm you.”
“Harm me?”
The man wasn’t just a failure with words. He
didn’t read expressions well, either. As for body language? Her
entire being seemed more concerned with texture and sensory
experience. It wasn’t a need; it was an all-consuming hunger of
need. Want. Ache. To hell with words and explanation. A well-spring
of desire spread luminous wanton through her limbs.
“I
beautiful. So warm! So sweet. Your smell! Your…taste! I cannot
explain how it feels.”
“Dane—.”
“Pray, do not stop me. I’m on a roll. Oh!
I’ve a glib tongue when it matters. At least, that’s what Percy
used to accuse. And trust me, my love. Right here and right now –
it matters. More than I can describe.”
“Percy?”
He yanked the t-shirt off, displaying
glorious muscle that wasn’t as tanned as the rest of him. That was
odd. Sun worshipping surfer dudes usually wore nothing but swim
trunks. Tan lines like his had to be a complete faux pas on the
beach. But then he cancelled out every errant thought by putting
his hands on his hips, lowering his jaw, and sending a look at her
that made her jerk visibly.
“Oh…wow.” Her sigh carried every bit of
feminine appreciation. There wasn’t any way to hide it.
“What?”
He reached upward, putting definition to all
that muscle, as if preening for her. And if she hadn’t already
thought him the best looking man on the planet, she was blind.
“What? Come on, Dane. You’re stunning. And
you know it.”
“It’s all for you, Baby. All. Forever.
Yours.”
He flipped the top button of his denims open
and pulled until the zipper trailed apart. Her mouth dropped open.
He had the most cut lower abdomen she’d ever seen, too. Even on an
Olympic swimmer.
“How did you get so…ripped?”
“You like?”
“Dane.”
He grinned and lifted his jaw. “You have a
way of chastising with just the mention of my name. I adore it,
too. Never change. Okay?”
“Are you going to answer the question?”
“Oh. Yes. I look this way because I didn’t
spend my growing years on my ass playing video games as they do
now. Things were a bit different. And I was the active sort.”
“You played sports?”
“Not played, exactly. It was more
like…work.”
“Work? Did you grow up on a farm? You tossed
a lot of hay or something?”
“Actually, I misspoke. It was more like play.
But with competition. I spent a lot of years rowing. A lot.”
“Rowing?”
“Yes. Rowing. With oars.”
“You were on a rowing team? That explains a
lot.”
“Once I earned the position, yes. But first I
had to successfully learn how to dodge things.”
“What…like dodge ball?”
“More like spears and javelins. Once I
learned how to dodge, then it was catching and tossing back. I got
very good at it. Very good. I already told you of my dexterity. I
don’t have many scars. I was the youngest to earn a position at an
oar.”
“How young?”
“Twelve.”
Her eyes went wide to match her mouth. “What
kind of childhood did you have? And where on earth were you raised?
And who would do such a thing?”
“We will have to discuss that later, too.
Fair?” And without awaiting her answer, he shoved his pants to the
floor.
Fair?
Hell no. The man was
completely unfair. He knew that, too. It was in the look on his
face. Vangie wasn’t an innocent, but Dane was more than she
expected and entirely more than she knew how to handle. But oh! How
she wanted to try! She licked her lips, trembled with what had to
be yearning and longing and craving and desiring, and everything
she’d once fantasized about. She looked up at his face.
“What?” He wasn’t just preening. He was on
full display. And proud of it.
“You! And uh…you. Oh my stars. You’re
so…uh—”
He lunged onto the bed beside her, denting
the mattress with his weight as well as making the entire structure
shake with the force of his entrance.
“I am your mate,
Frja
. I will not
harm you.”
“Harm me?”
The man wasn’t just a failure with words. He
didn’t read expressions well, either. As for body language? Her
entire being seemed more concerned with texture and sensory
experience. It wasn’t a need; it was an all-consuming hunger of
need. Want. Ache. To hell with words and explanation. A well-spring
of desire spread luminous wanton through her limbs.
“I
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