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her thong caught on her fingers and she tugged it up. She jerked the skirt up afterwards, found her bra, and her shirt next to it. She turned around and saw his back facing her, but all too quick he covered the muscular plane with his brown shirt and was turning around and reaching for her hand.
    She pulled in a deep breath, savored the fresh air for a moment and interlaced her fingers with his.
    He lifted their connected hands and kissed her knuckles. Soft lips pressed lightly across each one, nearly making love to them. “Have you ever been mud riding, Lette ?”
    She swallowed and shook her head, not wanting to move or breathe or anything risky in fear she might wake up and find this had all been a dream. In fact, if she could get time to freeze right now for a lifetime, it would be perfect.
    His grin, even partially hidden in the dark, made her insides wake up, brought out that needy tingle. “I didn’t think you had. Do you want to go?”
    She swallowed and nodded.
    “Good. We’ll go for a ride. I know my cousin has some trails on his land. Tomorrow night.” He stepped in close. His whiskers grazed and tickled her cheek. His breath hot on her neck. His lips licked against the shell of her ear.
    She could go for that. A fun night. Mud riding. Lord, she never dreamed that would happen. They would go out, jam some music, she could pack an ice chest of snacks and just go have a blast. He stepped in closer, his heat overwhelming and dizzying her all over again. And at the end of the night, maybe even, well…more of…her cheeks flamed red hot.
    “I want you again already.” His hand stroked through her hair and it was a miracle he didn’t catch any knots. It was like it all just sighed from root to tip in relaxation when he touched her. “I want you slow and long. Enough time where I can lick every inch of your body.”
    Her heart jumped and pounded. Every nerve ending pricked her skin.
    He continued to whisper. “And under lights so I can see your breasts rising and falling as you lose your breath. Your nipples turning and pointing up, begging for my tongue.”
    Oh, holy hell. Nicolette just breathed and grabbed his shoulders and prayed to god she wouldn’t faint.
    “I want to feel your thighs squeezing my ears. Your nails tugging at my hair. Hear you scream as I make you come with my mouth. And then do it all over again.”
    Was she supposed to respond? She wasn’t even certain her tongue was still in her mouth or if it was on the ground next to her feet. What in god’s name was she doing? She was so far in over her head and the things he was saying, his voice catching and rasping with each whispered word. She didn’t know whether to strip her clothes off or run away.
    “I bet you’ll taste like warm peaches on my tongue when you come. Since you kissed me in the bar with that peach gum in your mouth, that’s all I want. I look at you and see a juicy ripe peach waiting to be plucked and eaten.”
    Thank God for the dark, because her eyes were surely the size of peaches. She didn’t have the slightest clue about sex. Her whole life revolved around things that included family or school work. She wasn’t the girl riding in cars with boys or hanging out under the bleachers. She was the good girl. He was saying things that were all but in another language. Time for this fantasy to end before she agreed to who knew what.
    But he wasn’t finished. His mouth closed on her neck. He kissed and nibbled her there, making her lose her mind and want to do anything he wanted as long as he didn’t stop. Ever. “After you’re weak from my mouth, barely able to move, we’ll just be getting started. How does that sound?”
    Like a nightmare? She didn’t know. Barely able to move and they were just getting started? How was she supposed to know? She would just bet if he was making the suggestion, she would enjoy the heck out of it, but then, dear lord, she just didn’t know . “Good,” she heard herself saying to