was the pony called Sexy Stud. Water dripped from her
hair, but she wasn’t cold. Nope. She was so hot she was about to catch fire.
Again .
Twelve years ago, she’d had a taste
of this man and walked away before he could dump her ass. She’d known then that
Luke Dawson was dangerous, and time certainly hadn’t softened him. He didn’t
give her so much as a moment to come down from her orgasm high before he was
rolling her underneath him.
Luke was a hell of a lot of man.
Fully dressed, he’d made an impression on her hormones, but naked… her girl
parts squealed in pure ecstasy. Or maybe that was wicked glee, because she was
absolutely certain there was nothing pure about how she felt toward this man. All he wore was a pair of dog tags around
his neck. From there to his waist, he was all chiseled muscles and six-pack abs
so hard they should be illegal. She might have spent too much time eating and
not enough time exercising these last twelve years, but Luke had clearly been
honing his body into a finely tuned weapon. Her sailor was gorgeous—and
primed for business.
He braced his arms on either side
of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. Yeah, he looked pretty pleased
with himself. Well, that made two of them. Luke was amazing in bed—or on
the riverbank—and she’d been a fool to walk away from him twelve years
ago. Or maybe it was a question of practice made perfect? Which strangely
wasn’t an idea she liked. Right now, right here, Luke was all hers, and sharing
him was off-limits.
“Earth to Deelie,” he said huskily.
“Come back to me, baby.”
Come .
She could do that. She giggled, and he shook his head.
“You’re hell on the ego.” He didn’t
sound like he minded much though, and he brushed his thumb over her lips with
something that almost seemed like tenderness. She could get used to this. Used
to him .
“Your turn,” she said, shimmying
out of her panties because those other thoughts of hers needed to stop. Luke
was a loaner man, and eventually he’d hit the road and she’d be left behind.
Funny how the river looked exactly the same as it had twenty minutes ago, but
yet she felt different. When he raised a brow, she tossed the panties over his
shoulder with a grin.
He laughed, and reached beside him. Condom . Thank God, because the last
thing she needed right now was a baby. Seconds later, he pressed against her
and she open up for him, wrapping her legs around his waist.
He smoothed her hair away from her
face. She probably looked more drowned
rat than sexy beach babe , but he
didn’t seem to mind. Not one bit. Instead of hurrying to get to the good part,
he rested against her, hard and slick, and pressed his mouth against her
temple. Followed the trail of water down her face, over her cheek, to her neck.
“I’m not complaining if you want to
hurry up a little.” She angled herself against him, doing a little pressing of
her own.
“Shhh. I’m enjoying you,” he
ordered gently. He braceleted her wrists with his fingers, pulling her arms
over her head. “Have I told you how much I love your breasts?”
“You could show me,” she said,
knowing she sounded breathless. God, this man got her going. He drew his mouth
down her neck, then lower, skimming over her heated skin with the lightest,
naughtiest of kisses. He licked and she moaned, his mouth closing over one
pouting nipple.
“More,” she ordered, digging her
heels into his mighty fine ass.
“Demanding,” he said. “I like it.”
She liked it too. Or maybe too
much, because she needed him as crazy for her as she was for him. She slid her
hand down his stomach, reveling in the tension in his body. He knew where she
was headed. When she grasped him, he groaned.
“In,” she demanded, and he gave her
what she wanted, the slick length of him pushing through her grasp and into her
body. There was nothing slow about him now. Instead, he drove deep inside her,
not stopping until his balls smacked against her butt
hair, but she wasn’t cold. Nope. She was so hot she was about to catch fire.
Again .
Twelve years ago, she’d had a taste
of this man and walked away before he could dump her ass. She’d known then that
Luke Dawson was dangerous, and time certainly hadn’t softened him. He didn’t
give her so much as a moment to come down from her orgasm high before he was
rolling her underneath him.
Luke was a hell of a lot of man.
Fully dressed, he’d made an impression on her hormones, but naked… her girl
parts squealed in pure ecstasy. Or maybe that was wicked glee, because she was
absolutely certain there was nothing pure about how she felt toward this man. All he wore was a pair of dog tags around
his neck. From there to his waist, he was all chiseled muscles and six-pack abs
so hard they should be illegal. She might have spent too much time eating and
not enough time exercising these last twelve years, but Luke had clearly been
honing his body into a finely tuned weapon. Her sailor was gorgeous—and
primed for business.
He braced his arms on either side
of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. Yeah, he looked pretty pleased
with himself. Well, that made two of them. Luke was amazing in bed—or on
the riverbank—and she’d been a fool to walk away from him twelve years
ago. Or maybe it was a question of practice made perfect? Which strangely
wasn’t an idea she liked. Right now, right here, Luke was all hers, and sharing
him was off-limits.
“Earth to Deelie,” he said huskily.
“Come back to me, baby.”
Come .
She could do that. She giggled, and he shook his head.
“You’re hell on the ego.” He didn’t
sound like he minded much though, and he brushed his thumb over her lips with
something that almost seemed like tenderness. She could get used to this. Used
to him .
“Your turn,” she said, shimmying
out of her panties because those other thoughts of hers needed to stop. Luke
was a loaner man, and eventually he’d hit the road and she’d be left behind.
Funny how the river looked exactly the same as it had twenty minutes ago, but
yet she felt different. When he raised a brow, she tossed the panties over his
shoulder with a grin.
He laughed, and reached beside him. Condom . Thank God, because the last
thing she needed right now was a baby. Seconds later, he pressed against her
and she open up for him, wrapping her legs around his waist.
He smoothed her hair away from her
face. She probably looked more drowned
rat than sexy beach babe , but he
didn’t seem to mind. Not one bit. Instead of hurrying to get to the good part,
he rested against her, hard and slick, and pressed his mouth against her
temple. Followed the trail of water down her face, over her cheek, to her neck.
“I’m not complaining if you want to
hurry up a little.” She angled herself against him, doing a little pressing of
her own.
“Shhh. I’m enjoying you,” he
ordered gently. He braceleted her wrists with his fingers, pulling her arms
over her head. “Have I told you how much I love your breasts?”
“You could show me,” she said,
knowing she sounded breathless. God, this man got her going. He drew his mouth
down her neck, then lower, skimming over her heated skin with the lightest,
naughtiest of kisses. He licked and she moaned, his mouth closing over one
pouting nipple.
“More,” she ordered, digging her
heels into his mighty fine ass.
“Demanding,” he said. “I like it.”
She liked it too. Or maybe too
much, because she needed him as crazy for her as she was for him. She slid her
hand down his stomach, reveling in the tension in his body. He knew where she
was headed. When she grasped him, he groaned.
“In,” she demanded, and he gave her
what she wanted, the slick length of him pushing through her grasp and into her
body. There was nothing slow about him now. Instead, he drove deep inside her,
not stopping until his balls smacked against her butt
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