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in deep and stared out over the water. It was a crystal clear night and the stars shone brightly in the sky.
    Luke walked around the front of the truck and leaned against the hood. She moved to stand beside him. Damn it, she was already cold. No way she was going to stand out here for long.
    He reached for her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her to stand in front of him. Then he wrapped both arms around her body until her back was firmly melded to his chest. He tucked her head underneath his chin.
    “Better?” he asked.
    She was warm from head to toe. There wasn’t an inch of her skin that didn’t feel like someone had taken a blowtorch to it. She nodded her head.
    “So tell me something about you I don’t already know,” he said against her hair.
    She laughed. “But you already know everything about me.”
    “Not true. I think there’s quite a bit I don’t know about you,” he said softly. “I want to know what makes you tick, Gracie. What your dreams are. Your fantasies.”
    “My fantasies?” she squeaked.
    She closed her eyes. No way was she going there. She’d tried that with Keith and it had led to their immediate breakup.
    “Hmmm, I can feel you blushing. You must have some juicy fantasies.”
    She stiffened in his arms. She didn’t want to waste her time or his. No, she didn’t really want to go into it, but if he were going to scare off, she’d rather it be now than later. If he couldn’t handle hearing about the real Gracie, then he certainly wasn’t worth her time.
    Luke felt the rioting emotions in her. Knew she was waging a battle with herself over whether to share that part of herself with him. He held his breath, hoping she’d trust him.
    She turned in his arms, the light of battle in her eyes. She looked at him almost defiantly. “I’ll tell you mine but you have to tell me yours.”
    She was testing him. He could tell. She thought he’d tuck tail and run just like her last pussy boyfriend. She was afraid to share that intimate part for fear of rejection, and who could blame her with the way dipshit had responded.
    “Oh, I’ll tell you mine,” he said calmly.
    “I like sex,” she blurted. “Good sex. Or I should say I’d love good sex.”
    Luke raised an eyebrow. “Boyfriends not satisfying you in that department?”
    She ducked her head. “No,” she mumbled.
    “Go on,” he urged.
    She stepped back a bit and took a deep breath. “I want a man who doesn’t feel like he has to stop and ask permission every step of the way. I want someone who can take control and make it good for both of us. I want someone who is creative and doesn’t have to be coached.”
    “You don’t want someone who has to be told how to satisfy you,” Luke spoke up.
    “Exactly! And…and…I want to experiment, do something different, and I’d love to have a partner who could make that happen without making me feel like a freak.”
    They were getting somewhere now.
    “What would you like to do, Gracie?” he prompted.
    She wrinkled her nose and grinned. “I have a kinky streak in me a mile wide. I’d love to be tied up, spanked and my brains fucked out. And…I’d really love to have a threesome.”
    “Another woman?” Luke asked, pretending ignorance.
    She shook her head adamantly. “No, me and two men.”
    “Ahh.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked defensively.
    He put his hands out to her shoulders. “Gracie, it doesn’t mean anything. You’re not a freak. Lots of women have these fantasies. They’re healthy, normal fantasies.”
    She relaxed a little. “You don’t think I’m weird?”
    He chuckled. “Yeah, I think you’re weird, but not because you have kinky sex fantasies.”
    She surprised him by throwing her arms around him and hugging tight. He eased his arms around her and held her, running a hand through her curls. He probably shouldn’t push things yet, but he’d been dying to taste her all night.
    He tugged gently at her hair until her head