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She only knew she didn’t want to run away.
    Breaking off their kiss, Dane gathered the sleeping bag off their laps and tossed it into the back. She heard a rustle while he kicked off his boots, and then pulled his seat as far forward as he could. “You go first,” he said.
    With a shaky breath, Willow scooted between the seats and into the back.
    She was straightening out a corner of the sleeping bag when he very awkwardly climbed back to join her. “Where’d you go?” he whispered. “Having second thoughts?”
    “Not exactly,” she said. “I just can’t believe where the night ended up, that’s all.”
    “No pressure,” he said.
    She slid nearer to him and stole his knit cap. This she tossed into the front seat, and then she scooped her hands into his hair. He wrapped her into a kiss, lifting the hem of her sweater. The sweep of his hands across her bare back combined with his tongue in his mouth was an exhilarating combination. He worked his thumbs up her torso, skimming her bra. “I want these clothes gone,” he said, his voice husky. “I swear I won’t let you freeze.”
    “You first,” she whispered. Willow gripped his T-shirt in her hands and raised it over his head. Once he shrugged it off, her hands explored his chest. God, he was hard as nails under her hands. Athletes,
wow
. She skimmed his pecs, ducking her head to lick his nipples, which were hardened by the chill. Her hands ventured down his stomach, coming to rest on his belt buckle.
    He interrupted her to tug her sweater upward.
    “I said ‘
You first,
’” she whispered, grasping his fly.
    “
Okay
,” he said. He was probably used to being in charge. But the situation was too raw, too far outside her comfort zone to abandon all control. He cooperated, stilling himself while she worked to unzip his jeans.
    When she’d managed the task, he pressed his hands down on the floor and lifted his hips, giving her free reign to tug his pants off him. She took his jeans and his briefs together, pulling them down around his thighs.
    “Hell, it really
is
cold,” he chuckled.
    She worked his jeans off of him entirely. “I’ll let you keep your socks, under the circumstances,” she said. As she said this, she let her hands begin to trace a path back up his legs, sweeping his shins, his knees.
    She took her time exploring his massive quads. He was solid muscle, as if carved from wood. She pressed his thighs apart with her hands and was rewarded with a hum of expectation. Gingerly, she moved one hand further back and onto his balls, which she stroked lightly, earning a moan. Then, still not rewarding him with the touch he really wanted, she climbed onto his legs, wrapping hers around behind him. Only then did she reach down between their bodies and slip her hand around his cock. He gasped, and she nearly did, too. Because Dane was a very big boy.
    “Cold now?” she whispered.
    He didn’t answer. Instead he wrapped her in powerful arms and kissed her like a starving man, crushing her lips to his. As his tongue plundered her mouth, she stroked his shaft. When he groaned, she straddled him even more tightly, hugging him with her legs. The feel of his cock through the fabric of her jeans was tantalizing.
    A one-night-only offer
. His words echoed through her head. But what a night it was turning out to be. Dane’s touch was worshipful. Each time she shivered with pleasure, he kissed her. And when she touched him—her hands skimming his back, he sighed from deep in his chest. He was a puzzle—confident with his hands and his kisses, yet seemingly starving for affection.
    This time, when he lifted her sweater over her head, she did not protest.

Chapter Four
    Dane took a deep breath as he tossed her sweater aside.
Don’t rush
, he ordered himself. Usually he fucked like he skied—leaning in hard, diving for the finish line. But this girl was something different—soft curves and warm hands. Her touch lingered, and it made him want her hands on