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still overhead and making the most erotic image he’d ever seen outside of his imagination. “I thought you wanted the dress off.”
    He rolled her nipple between his fingers. “You want the dress off.”
    “Honestly, I’m more interested in your pants.” Her teeth gleamed as she smiled. He leaned his head and tasted it, nipping at her lips as he passed his thumb back and forth over the tip of her breast.
    Her breath stuttered and he stilled the kiss, feeling her lips tremble beneath his. “I think you like that as much as I do.”
    She nodded and let her hands fall down by her sides. He slid the dress off her shoulder and leaned to the side to let the light trickle in. The world had taken on a warm, gray tone, but he could make out the upturn of her breasts, the curve of her small waist.
    She must have noticed the light too, because she looked up at him. “There’s no door?”
    He shook his head and peeled his T-shirt off in one motion, setting it on the table beside her. “No one comes up here at night.”
    “We came up here.”
    He stepped in front of her and rested his hands on her bare hips. “You’re safe with me, Janny.”
    “Says the man who spirited me into the middle of nowhere to have his way with me.” She leaned closer, the tips of her breasts teasing his bare chest.
    “I wanted to show you the sunset. Everything after has been your fantasy. Mine aren’t nearly this good.” He furrowed his fingers beneath the material of her dress to find the sides of her panties. Cotton, if he had to guess. “Lift up.”
    When she hesitated, he wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted, tugging her dress and panties over the curve of her ass with the other. She gasped as he set her down and kneeled to complete the job, careful not to tangle her panties in her shoes. He folded the dress as he stood, then set it on his T-shirt and took a moment to enjoy the view.
    “You are a sight.” He licked his lips, loving the confident way she sat, perfect and naked upon his leather jacket.
    “And you still have on pants.” She tilted her head to the side, her wild curls teasing her smooth shoulder.
    “I hate to disappoint you, but they’re not coming off.”
    She reached out, hooked her fingers in his belt loops and yanked him back to her. “Then I suppose you won’t be either.” Her exaggerated sigh made his cock twitch.
    “It’s the boots,” he hastened to explain. “They lace up. And unlace. Plus, pants.”
    She pulled one end of his belt free and started on the buckle.
    “You know, the pants and the boots,” he stammered.
    “You’re so eloquent, Nik.” She tugged his belt, leaning back as she pulled it completely free. “Now, tell me you have a condom or I am going to hit you with this.”
    He grabbed her wrist. “We don’t need a prop.”
    “No, but I will have to hurt you if you rode me up here on a vibrator, stripped me naked and don’t have a condom. Or three.”
    He reached into his pocket and pulled out the packet. He held it up. “Just one.”
    “That’s a pity.” She set the belt aside, reached for him again and released the button on his jeans with a deft flick of her fingers.
    “It really is.” He tore open the package with his teeth. What he wouldn’t give for a bed and a box of condoms. She pressed her palm against the length of him and squeezed until he had to suck in a breath.
    “So, Nik, is there anything you need to tell me before your pants come off?”
    “Like what?” For the life of him, he couldn’t think of anything but how fast he could get inside of her, get back to touching her breasts and kissing her mouth.
    “The basics. Health status. Boxers, briefs or commando. Wouldn’t want to go too fast and do any permanent damage.” She released him and played with the tab of his zipper, a tiny motion that moved his entire cock.
    “Um, yeah. I’m good. Boxer briefs, damn, Janny.” He had to lean against the table and suck in a breath. He’d felt like such a