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mock glare. “You better be.”
    She squealed and kissed her cousin on the cheek. “You’re the best.”
    “Yeah, yeah. I’d better be the first person invited to all your weddings,” she grumbled and walked back into the dining hall.
    “Why do people keep saying that?” The door closed, cutting her off from the crowd. She shrugged and headed toward the cabin.
    Operation Dane is now in effect .

Chapter Four
    Sara’s heart raced in her chest, and her hands trembled. The closer she got to the cabin, the closer she got to a night of fulfilled fantasy. She rounded the corner and skidded to a stop. Dane sat on the porch railing, leaning against the post. He wore baggy worn jeans and a mint green T-shirt that stretched across his massive chest and arms. Her mouth watered. Damn, he was sexy.
    “Uh, hi.” Crap. That wasn’t confident.
    His light gaze raked over her body, lingering briefly on her exposed cleavage. Fire lit the topaz orbs, and she was glad she’d worn the red sundress with plunging neckline.
    “Hi.” He held up a bottle of wine and a small cardboard box. “I came prepared.”
    Fueled by the heat in his eyes, she walked up the steps and stopped when they were toe to toe. Lifting her chin, she stared into his eyes, praying he couldn’t see the nerves and doubt lingering. Reaching up, she placed a bold kiss to his lips.
    “Glad to see you’re punctual.” She brushed past him and fumbled inserting the key into the lock.
    Dane pressed against her back, one arm snaked around her waist, his hot, moist breath tickling the delicate skin of her nape. With his free hand, he reached around and opened the front door. He guided her inside and closed the door behind them, depositing the wine and box on the floor next to the bed.
    Sara turned in his arms and backed him against the wooden door. Their mouths fused on a groan, and his large hands cupped her ass. She stretched up on the tips of her toes to bring them groin to groin. God, he was hard, and she couldn’t wait to get him inside her.
    Dane lifted her, and she locked her legs around his waist. The instant he kissed her, nerves fled. All that was left was confidence and blazing desire.
    She ran her tongue along his straight, even teeth, then sucked his lower lip into her mouth. He tore his lips away and attacked her neck with nibbles and licks. Her head dropped back allowing him better access to her throat.
    One of his hands slid from her hips under her skirt and along the crack of her ass. A finger slipped along the crease to her pussy. The long digit entered her slit, and she gasped. His finger stretched and filled her, touching her G-spot.
    “I want you so fucking bad,” she moaned.
    He withdrew the finger, set her on her feet, and slid the zipper of her sundress down. The dress fell to the floor in a flowered pool. With an eager kick, she sent it flying across the room to land in the corner.
    “Beautiful,” he murmured, trailing his hands over her shoulders to palm her bare breasts. He lifted the mounds and pressed a kiss on each swell of pale skin. Dane shucked his clothes, then guided her to the bed. “Flip over to your stomach.”
    She peered at him warily. “Why?”
    “You’re so suspicious. I thought you could use a little massage to help you relax.” He grabbed a bottle from the box on the floor.
    Anticipation made her anxious. A massage? No, she didn’t want a massage. She wanted his dick inside her. Still, she folded her arms under her chin and turned her head to the side to watch his reflection in the dresser mirror. He read the label, then set the bottle on the nightstand.
    “Happy?” Flat on her stomach, her ass was totally exposed, but she didn’t feel scared. Just excited.
    “Much better.” He picked up the bottle again and squeezed a dollop of the liquid on his palm. He rubbed his hands together, then smoothed the oil over her shoulders.
    His hands were magic. Fingers glided down her back, tracing the curve of her hip. He