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to break…”
    She brought her hands to his chest under his t-shirt again, stroking the soft, short hair. Enjoying the way his heart rate sped up under her palms.
    “Holly—”
    She grazed a nipple with her fingernail and he trembled. Good.
    God his skin was so hot.
    “Holly—”
    “Dane, shut up and kiss me.”
    He gripped her hips, tugging her to him as he dipped his tongue into her mouth. Against her stomach, she felt him swell, lengthening and hardening in preparation to break any rule she asked him to. Good for that, too. Female satisfaction was a heady thing, and she let it mingle with the passion flooding her veins as she reached into his now-open jeans for her prize.
    “Jesus,” he murmured against her mouth as she ran her hand up and down his shaft. “You’re going to kill me. I feel like I’ve wanted you forever. How is that even possible when I’ve only known you for a couple of weeks?”
    The weight of him was heavy in her hand and she focused on that instead of his words. She didn’t want to hear pretty sentiments right now, not when she knew she was going to say goodbye to him after this.
    She had to.
    Holly stepped back, leaving his hard cock for the moment, and caught his hot gaze with a sultry one of her own. Keeping him in her sights, she lowered her hand and began slowly unbuttoning the top of her pajamas. She hoped she didn’t look ridiculous as she tried to tease him with peaks of skin beneath the stupid flannel sheep, but she needn’t have worried.
    Dane was transfixed. He wanted her. God, he wanted to devour her. He stared at the valley of naked flesh between the panels of her shirt like it was his first look at a woman. She turned, smiled coyly over her shoulder, and lowered the shirt inch by tantalizing inch. When it rested in the crooks of her elbows and she was bared to mid-back, she saw the change in his eyes.
    “You’ve had your fun, Holly. I hope you’re ready to face the consequences of breaking the rules.” He hooked a hand in the top of the shirt and yanked it to her wrists, gently binding her arms behind her back. He turned her to him and smiled like the devil before he cupped one breast and brought his mouth down.
    She cried out when he sucked at her nipple greedily. The wet heat of his mouth and the slight scrape of his teeth shot arrows of lust from her breast to the apex of her thighs.
    “You like that, sweetheart?”
    Holly bowed her back, arching and offering him her breasts, silently begging him to never stop. Please, never, never stop. The shirt constrained her arms, frustrating her, but Dane lavished attention on her other breast and she forgot she had arms. He stroked and caressed her breasts, her stomach, and she was melting under his skilled touch. It seemed her whole world was pooling at her center.
    She shook her arms free just as he went to his knees. Dane watched her face as he slowly lowered the bottoms of her pajamas. With expert hands, he stroked from her buttocks down the back of her legs, all the way to her ankles and back, all while staring into her eyes. Her legs trembled beneath his touch and he planted a kiss on her tummy. And then lower, and lower, and lower until he kissed her intimately where all the nerves in her body led.
    She wouldn’t be able to stand it long. Not while his lips and tongue plundered, seeking, delivering crushing kisses and teasing caresses. “So fucking good,” he said between licks. He held her bottom tightly in his big hands and then he rolled her clit with his tongue.
    She bucked as his tongue stoked the fire of her desire to a roaring inferno.
    “Oh yeah,” he murmured. “Let go, sweetheart, let it all go.”
    And she did. As one peak subsided, he brought her to another with his mouth. She cried out his name and who knows what else as the pleasure stretched her taut and then left her boneless. If he hadn’t picked her up, she’d have melted onto the floor. Instead, she found herself being whisked into her bedroom