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iron. She dug her nails into the flesh as her pussy throbbed with impatience. God, she wanted this man. Wanted to keep safe all the passion that burned like a fire inside him.
    His gaze ran over her face and down lower to her breasts. “Wow. You’re just…” He laughed, pushed his hand into his hair. “Just wow.”
    Caroline grinned. “Lost for words, huh?”
    “You feel it, don’t you?” He pressed a firm kiss to her lips. “You feel it just like I do.”
    Her body trembled with the rush of the ride, their kiss, and the palpable tension beating like a heartbeat between them. Was he talking about the horse? Them? She swallowed and nodded. She felt it, whichever he referred to. “I do. I really do.”
    “God, you are something really, really good.” His mouth came down on hers as his fingers ripped and pulled at the buttons of her borrowed shirt. He yanked it over her shoulders and reached around to unhook her bra. The cool night air hit the hot skin of her breasts and her nipples hardened. His mouth left hers and Caroline quivered with pleasure when he leaned down low and sucked one nipple and then the other into his mouth. The sharp pain assaulted her senses and sent her arousal off the charts. She scored her fingers into his hair, her body pulsing with need and desire.
    He let out a low, rumbled growl before lifting her off her feet and carrying her away from Fire. He walked deeper into the forest, away from the open space of the fields, away from everything. The trees surrounded them as they came to a small clearing. The previous week’s sunshine and heat had left the ground dry and perfect. Please let him want me. Right here, right now.
    He set her on the ground and, with her gaze on his, Caroline snapped open the button on her trousers and lowered the zipper. She still wore no panties and the air blew against her wet pussy. The erotic rush of her arousal made it harder than ever to wait, but she forced herself down onto the grass. She leaned back on her hands, and thrust her aching breasts forward; it was agony waiting for his touch. His gaze wandered over her, his jaw tight as he lay down beside her. Their eyes locked and something deep and significant shifted inside her. This man was special. Not just because of his passion, his love, or his determination—in that moment, she understood he was special to her.
    She reached for him before the fear of what that meant could set in and she ran away. She always ran from anything remotely emotional or disconnected in any way from her career. She had to try this. Had to see what would happen. How could she turn away when it felt so right? She wouldn’t. Not this time.
    He brought his hand to the back of her neck, and they kissed as she unbuttoned and eased off his shirt. The skin-to-skin contact made her yearn for more and Caroline reached for the clasp and zipper on his jeans. His cock was rock hard, thick and long beneath the denim, and her pussy ached for more.
    But first she would taste him, lick him, bring him enough pleasure that Michael would forget the Trials, horses, and his father. She hoped, for the moment at least, he would only think of her.
    Their tongues tangled and tasted as she shifted to ease the pants over his thighs. His cock sprang free and she clasped its thickness. The power of him pulsed against her palm and she groaned into his mouth.
    “Lie back.” She whispered her command.
    He did as he was bid and she tugged off his boots and trousers, tossing them to the side. She glided lower and kissed his chest, his nipples, lower over this washboard stomach, using her nails to tease and claw gently over his skin. Shifting lower, she brought one leg over to straddle his until the bone of his knee pressed firmly against her clit. With her face hovering above his erect cock, she lifted her eyes to his and offered a gentle smile. Michael closed his eyes and dropped his head against the grass as though surrendering to the inevitable.
    He lay like a