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tattoo of something he loved, would it
be bronc riding? A sexy buckle bunny? Hell no. He'd have Kira's whole gorgeous
body tattooed on him. Pulling back, he frowned. Had he used the word "love"
in context with this woman? His warning bells went off, sounding like the words
"don't trust" as they rang in his ears.
    "Dallas? Everything okay?" She stiffened. "Oh
cripes, are you a tattoo hater?"
    He chuckled. "No, I'm not a tattoo hater." He
shook off the fear that threatened to end his enjoyment of a wild,
no-expectations night—or week—with the hottest woman he'd ever known. "I'm
just taking my time." After sliding her panties down to her ankles, he ran
his hands up her legs.
    She shivered and leaned back a little.
    "Too rough?" His calluses were permanent, from
years of working with horses.
    "Nu uh," she breathed. "Feels really
good."
    Did she like it a little rough?
    He wrapped both hands around one thigh and his thumbs
overlapped. So thin. "God, I love your thighs." Delicate, translucent
skin. He had to take it slow, choose positions that wouldn't bang her around
and bruise her.
    "You're a thigh man?"
    A short laugh barked from his chest. "Not until just
this second." He gently grasped her legs in his hands, feeling her muscles
quiver.
    She stepped one foot out of her panties and spread her legs
a few inches wider. "Take your time." Her voice sounded frustrated.
"It's not like I'm dying for release here."
    With a grin, he bit her ass cheek, the one without the
tattoo. "Sarcasm will only delay things." He rubbed his thumbs along
the backs of her thighs, right under where they met her ass. Unable to resist,
he licked the same spot, long, sweeping drags of his tongue starting from the
outside and ending at her ass crack.
    The scent of her arousal, musky and sweet, invaded his nose,
stabbing through his brain and sending slices of lust down his spine. He
nibbled on her ass cheeks as she moaned and clenched her hands into fists.
    With quick nips and licks along the cleft of her ass, he
stood. He pressed kisses to each of her vertebrae, soaking in her floral scent.
When he reached her bra, he unhooked it with one hand, a technique he and Boone
had practiced and perfected when they were teens.
    Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pressed his hands to
her stomach and snugged the length of his denim-clad erection against her firm
ass.
    "I want you, woman."
    She dropped her head back onto his shoulder and placed her
hands over his.
    The gesture struck an extra heartbeat in his chest. He liked
having her in his arms. It felt like…home. Home? Goddamnit, where had that come
from? He barely resisted jumping back. And running. Sex. This was sex and
nothing more. He couldn't afford any more.
    She turned to face him and one bra strap slid off her
shoulder.
    Sex was easy to lose himself in. He focused on her blushing
cheeks and dilated pupils that made her eyes a dark green. "You're
beautiful, Kira. I'm a lucky man."
    Her lips curved up. "You are, and I hope I'll be
getting lucky pretty quick here, too."
    He waggled his brows at her. "Pretty quick. Still a
passel of teasing left to do."
    "Uhhh."
    In his arms, her body vibrated with need. He pulled her bra
straps down and tossed the lacy thing onto a chair in the corner.
"Damn." Perfect D cups, so pale he could see small veins under the
surface. Her nipples and darker areolas puckered tighter at his stare.
    "Are you a breast man, too?"
    He held her breasts in his palms, loving the softness of her
skin over the firm orbs. His thumbs flicked her tight nipples. "Yep.
Breasts, thighs, ass. Every amazing part of you that I can't get enough
of."
    Her body shimmied with each pass of his thumbs. "I have
a couple parts…" She sucked in a breath. "That you haven't seen
yet."
    His balls heated and another burst of blood flooded his
cock. "I want to explore you, spend long hours tasting and touching."
    "Mmmm. We don't have that long."
    He laced his fingers through her satiny hair. "You are
the most