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with the teasing of the toy.
    Tanner moaned but didn’t ask her to stop. He didn’t beg to come. Had he had enough? She stole a look at his face. With his eyes closed, he was biting down hard on his bottom lip. He’d had enough. Macy tossed the vibrator onto the mattress and sat back on her heels.
    Tanner’s eyes opened. Instead of just lust, she saw passion and trust burning in the azure depths of his eyes. Hell. Macy sat up and brushed her hair off her face with the back of her hand. Who held the control? His submission and the raw desire in his soul burned themselves onto her heart. She crawled onto his lap and pulled him into a sitting position. She locked herself within his bound embrace and impaled herself on his steely length, breast to chest and face to face. “Fuck me, Tanner. Now.”
    Tanner nipped kisses all over her face. “Not when I can make love to you.”
    Macy writhed, whimpering with each thrust. Her heart ached. Despite his proclamations, he would probably still walk away after just one weekend. Men acted impulsively all the time. What made her actions different?
    She screamed her release as he brought her to climax Tears burned behind her eyes. God damn her choice in men. In the space of thirty-six hours, she’d fallen in love with him all over again. And where would she be when the weekend ended?
    Heartbroken.
    She needed to rebuild the walls surrounding her heart before she said something totally off the wall—like she loved him.
    Well, hell.
     
    Tanner panted to catch his breath. Macy’s body should come with a warning label. Each time he pegged her as more than he could ever want in a woman, she blew his mind again. Anal play had never factored into his ideas of pleasure, but with her at the helm, he loved it. He gazed down at her nude form curled up on his lap.
    He didn’t consider himself a controlling male. Yes, he liked to be a manly man, but when she’d dictated the course of their lovemaking, he’d realised he liked it. He worked the slippery silk off his wrists and eased down onto the mattress. Giving her the power to control him turned him on and inside out. Pleasing her satisfied him as much as coming. Watching her glow during orgasm heightened his climax.
    “Macy, babe?”
    She shifted and sighed. “Hmmm?” She rubbed her cheek on his chest. “You wore me out.”
    “What’s your dream house look like?”
    “A white farmhouse with a big porch and a swing.”
    Tanner blinked. She’d answered rather quickly, but honestly. He tugged the comforter over their bodies and cuddled her close. Her description, though vague, matched the image in his mind. He’d never considered a swing, and that minute detail added to his overall plan. “Let me build you that house.”
    “On the north end of town?” Her sleepy voice muffled against his chest. “I always wanted to live on the north end of town.”
    Tanner ran his fingers through the downy strands of her hair. He’d build the house wherever her heart desired. His eyelids drifted shut. “Babe, I’ll build you that house and we’ll live the happily-ever-after you deserve. I’ll marry you, Macy.”
    “Uh-huh.” She stilled within his arms. Her breath fluttered over his chest.
    Tanner fought off sleep long enough to murmur, “I love you, Macy.” When he drifted off, he basked in dreams of his life with her—the life he’d always wanted.
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    Macy cracked her eyes open. Still in the same hotel room. She froze for a moment. Still with Tanner. Day old whiskers dusted his neck and chin, giving him a rugged, outdoorsy look. Did he look like this every morning?
    Bits of the earlier conversation filtered into her mind. He wanted to build her white farmhouse—with the swing. He wanted a life with her, to marry her. A large part of her heart yearned to stay with him. A remnant of insecurity threatened her happy feelings. He said he wanted to be with her, but hearts changed all the time.