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eyes that teased and taunted a response from deep within. A wild response that he’d never experienced before.
    “You’re a beautiful woman, Angel.” His compliment sent her feet inching along the floor. Unfortunately, she was heading in the wrong direction. He set his course to intercept her. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to get her in his arms before the feeling had a chance to disintegrate like snow in summer.
    He wrapped her in his arms. She felt surprisingly good. Tiny, fragile, and hotter than Texas in July. Too damned good. His jaw braced against the need to take her up on her invitation. He had other needs he wanted assuaged before he spilled his seed deep inside that tender flesh. A year full of wasted daydreams he wanted fulfilled. She flashed those eyes at him and his cock jerked against his belly.
    He had to hurry or it would be all over before it even began. He urged the woman down to her knees, not understanding her resistance.
    “Free me.” His voice sounded low and guttural under the blow to his senses. “For God’s sake, free me.”
    He eased the woman back when she didn’t reach for his body. He could tell from her intense expression that she was still lost in her scheming. He should tell her it wasn’t necessary, he thought, as he reached for the ties on his pants. He didn’t need any additional enticement to spur him on, but he was too afraid of losing the momentum to waste time on words.
    His fingers tangled in the fastenings, and he gritted his teeth to control his impatience. With his free hand, he anchored the woman to his side. The laces finally gave way. Urgency made checking his impulses impossible. He released the woman to yank off his moccasins. As soon as the first one hit the floor, she was off. He easily caught her darting form as she made a blind, uncoordinated rush to the bed.
    “Don’t worry,” he groaned. “I can make it to the bed.”
    Her low voiced “no” prompted him to repeat the reassurance. He bent to sweep her up in his arms and stepped on the edge of the gown. He winced as he heard the fragile material tear.
    There was nothing fragile about her response. His Angel could out-swear a sailor. His “I’ll buy you a new one” didn’t halt her muttered curses. A couple of the more imaginative ones caused him to smile. He swung back toward the bed, being careful to keep his path clear of tables or chairs so she didn’t rap her hand or foot.
    No need for restraint, he reminded himself as he set her on the sagging mattress. This woman was a professional, used to taking men on a nightly basis. He pulled her gown up so her bare thighs collided with his buckskin-clad ones.
    Thank the good Lord he’d come to an expert for this moment, because he knew there was no way anyone else could handle the madness that possessed him. It was as if he’d die if he didn’t have her as hard and as fast as he could manage. He sat beside her. He placed his knife between the mattress and the platform, hilt out, before yanking off his other moccasin. A hand on her midsection kept her still as he stepped clear of his buckskins. His hand dwarfed her midriff, looking dark and alien against the frothy nightgown.
    He breathed a sigh of relief as his cock sprang free. He thought he mumbled an apology for his lack of gentleness as he sank down upon her body, using his weight to restrain her movements. The one thing he didn’t need was any more stimulation.
    He leaned over her, held both of her hands over her head with one of his, and looked down. Her nipple peeked out from the bunched neckline of her nightgown. His breath caught in his throat. For such a small-breasted woman, she had damn tempting nipples. Plump as berries, and as pink as roses. He curved his spine until he could take the nubbin between his lips. His hair swung forward to brush her breast, obscuring all outside distractions so that nothing existed except the two of them in this moment. He needed to be gentle. He