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de Verteuil had told practically the whole school about Melanie’s crush on Mike one lunchtime in the cafeteria. The whole room, every single student, had erupted into a snickered guffaw that she still heard every single time Valérie walked into the Caboose.
    Until the day Valérie graduated, she had taunted Melanie at every opportunity about the great divide between a Dorland and a White. Because her parents were the town drunks and his were the town’s royalty. Because she was plump and had short legs and a manly jaw. Because she was Native American. A litany of becauses Melanie didn’t have to strain to remember.
    Wait a jammin’ minute. It couldn’t be … She studied the grim frown spiking his brows together. “Why are we here? Why are you telling me this? And why do you want to know if I’m on the pill?”
    “Because the first time we make love, I don’t want anything between us—no condoms, no lies.”
    She shivered when he trailed a finger up her throat and tilted her head back so their gazes connected. She could drown in those silver-rimmed eyes, jump into the circle haloing his dark pupils, and wallow in his stare.
    “Tell me you’re on the pill, babe. Make my day, my year, my entire life.”
    Melanie gulped and whispered, “No.”
    His hand dropped away, and he banged his forehead on the steering wheel. “You’re going to kill me. I want inside you so bad it’s all I can think about.”
    Mike Dorland wanted Melanie Frances White. Wanted inside Melanie Frances White. Inside . Melanie licked her lips and couldn’t help it—she snuck a glance at his lap. The bulge in his pants had her mesmerized.
    Her pussy clenched. Again and again and again. If he so much as touched her, she’d go up in flames. Spontaneous combustion.
    “I guess I’m taking you home after all.” He straightened, stuck the key into the ignition, and switched on the engines.
    No way. Not a single thing he’d said made sense, but she didn’t care. Not one whit. For once, just once, she wanted it all. Mike Dorland inside her. Giving her her first real orgasm. “I have a birth-control implant.”
    He moved so fast everything blurred. “Don’t jerk me around, Melanie. I’m on a hair trigger right now.”
    Melanie blinked him into focus. Her throat had gone dry, and she forced words out. “Not. Jerking. You. Around.”
    His lips pulled back from his teeth, and his canines glistened. “Fuck. I can smell you creaming.”
    She couldn’t get any hotter without igniting. A thin sheen of perspiration tickled the skin above her lip. His white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Key’s under the mat. Go in. Need a few moments. Scared to touch you.”
    Melanie’s knees had turned to mush. Her hands shook so hard she dropped the key three times before managing to open the door. And then she stood in the dark cabin like a zombie, just stood there unseeing, listening, trying to suck oxygen into her lungs, and praying the nerves connecting her frazzled brain cells would start working again.
    She smelled him before hearing his footsteps. Inhaled that musky, spicy, orgasmic aftershave, and near melted when his hands came down on her shoulders. A gentle squeeze. “Bed. Get naked.”
    Melanie froze. Naked. What if she turned him off? She shouldn’t have had all those gas station coffees. The door clicked shut. She twisted around and licked her suddenly dry lips. For he was totally naked. Nude. Aroused. Huge. Stallion huge.
    Mike Dorland stood in front of her, his cock thick, engorged, heavy balls hanging close to the base.
    “Naked.”
    The growled command made her flinch. She jerked her gaze away from his fascinating penis and met his predatory stare.
    “Can’t. Undress. You.”
    Then he stomped across the room, and she saw the wide, oversize bed rammed into the far corner. He lay down on his back in the middle of the mattress and fisted his organ. The drawn curtains above the bed let in a crack of light that sat like a