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like that. Someone I can work through the tough times with. No matter what else we do or don’t do together.”
    Morgan couldn’t wait one more second. It was as though he’d stolen the words straight from her soul.
    She leaned into his hold, wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck and dragged him to her for a scorching kiss. Their lips sealed like pieces in a matched set. She tasted the spice and sweetness of their meal as it mingled with his unique flavor.
    If she could extract his scrumptiousness and bottle it for her recipes, she’d be set for life.
    Joe shifted and, for a moment, she thought he intended to pull away.
    “No, stay.”
    “Not going anywhere without you. We’ll be more comfortable over there.” He jerked his head toward the opposite side of the fire pit. Black canvas had been strung up on three sides, affording some privacy—
    though the deserted field posed no threat except maybe from a curious deer—while still allowing the light and heat from the fire pit to stream through.
    “But you worked so hard on this dinner.” The idea of squandering his thoughtfulness warred with her ravenous appetite for his touch.
    “Sometimes I like to eat dessert before the main course.” He bit her lip then plucked her from the bench. “You know I have a huge sweet tooth.”
    “Is that what you’re calling it these days?” She laughed at the temporary surprise in his eyes. Hell, she shocked herself with the liberation he inspired. Almost like her old self.
    “Oh yeah, let me show you.”
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    Chapter Four
    Morgan wrapped her legs around Joe’s waist, this time indulging in his hard length tucked against her core. He walked them backward while she devoured his mouth and speared her fingers into the thick mess of his hair, which he kept long enough to dust his shoulders.
    When he entered the screened area and tipped forward, she expected her ass to meet the cool, firm floor or maybe hard-packed dirt. Instead, she sank into a decadent pile of blankets topping a plush feather mattress. More pumpkin lanterns ringed the warm nest, each bearing heart carvings she took a moment to admire despite the flames licking her insides.
    Joe stripped his jacket from his shoulders then kicked off his boots. She followed his example, or would have, but he stopped her from yanking her sweater over her head with a light touch.
    “Let me, sweetheart. Please.” His lusty gaze raked her from head to toe. “I’ve thought about this moment a million times.”
    How could she resist? Her hands fell to her sides as she submitted to his whims, melting a little more each instant he lingered over her.
    “Yes, like that. I’ll take care of you.” Joe unzipped her boots then slipped them from her feet before tossing them to the side to join his discarded coat. The sure massage of his fingers on her sore arches had her writhing before long.
    He tugged back a corner of the plush duvet then urged her to burrow underneath. “Should be nice and toasty in there. Dave helped me rig a heated mattress pad to an old car battery. He’s good at wiring shit like that. I’m pretty sure it won’t electrocute us.”
    She laughed. “That’d be my luck. Oh well, at least whoever found us would know we went happy.”
    “You have no idea.” Joe beamed as he tucked her under the downy covers. He traced her cheekbone then twirled her hair around his fingers.
    Morgan held her breath as he stripped off his T-shirt. Air escaped with a rush when he unbuttoned his jeans. Her wide-eyed stare flicked between his hardening nipples and the smoky trail leading from the base of his washboard abs straight into the gaping vee of his fly. He toed off his socks, revealing his sexy feet, then he met her eager gaze.
    “You ready for this? It’s not too late to stop.”
    “Don’t you dare. I want you to hold me—skin on skin.”

    “Shit, yes.” He stood to peel the denim from his toned ass and bunched thighs with one swipe of his massive