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sang in the treetops as the warm summer breeze dusted across my kneecaps, tickling the hem of the summer dress that fell at my thighs. Beau had every right to be upset with me for wearing this dress. It was a tad too small, and I hadn’t even realized it when I’d packed it, but my curves had filled out in the few months over the winter since I’d last worn it.  
    My cleavage was more generous, the heavy flesh of my breasts stretching the neckline.  
    And he was right on another count. I’d worn it for him. All him. He saw through me easily, and somehow that brought me comfort. Although it’d been such a short time, it felt like he knew me, inside and out, like we were the same somehow. It was inexplicable and thrilling and a little bit scary. He was so hard to my soft, so rough to my gentle, and every wild piece of him thrilled me to the core.  
    I refocused my attention to the present as I picked my way through the heavy fruit trees, fingertips sending the glossy globes dancing as I passed, before I stepped out onto the main path and straight into a familiar wall of a chest.  
    “Wandering late at night isn’t your best decision, petite rouge . I told you I would come for you.” Beau’s grip tightened at my elbows as he hauled me against his body.  
    I sucked in a long, slow breath, enjoying the heavy scent of leather and wood compliments of his natural scent and soap, which were purely intoxicating. “I was anxious to see you.”
    “I see that.” His hands were roaming across my body, as if he was as desperate as I was for physical connection. “But next time listen to me. Never know what big bad wolf you may run into.” Beau dipped his head and sucked at the flesh of my neck.  
    “What happens,” Beau presented me with a freshly picked cherry between his fingers, “if I kidnap you, petite rouge ?” He dipped the cherry across the hot skin of my chest as he spoke, my heart dancing along with the dip and bob of the cherry. “Steal you back to my house and bury myself between your sweet thighs again?” My heart hammered as he lowered the cherry into the dip of my cleavage, secreting it in the flesh between my breasts. The skin of the fruit was cool against the flame of my aroused body.  
    “Mm, matches the flush on your cheeks.” Beau pulled the cherry from between my breasts and popped it into his mouth, his teeth piercing the delicate fruit, his gaze piercing my heart. He whipped the stem with core behind him and lifted me into his arms, my ankles locking around his waist as our lips joined. My hands delved into his hair as our tongues forged together, as if we’d been starved for a taste.  
    This was beautiful, this was euphoria, this was paradise on earth, colliding together in a violent, primal symphony.
    His heavy grunts echoed in the night air around us, before he dropped me to the ground, his fingers locking with mine as he carried us on long strides towards his cabin.  
    “Wait! My shoe,” I blundered, hopping as I bent to slip the heel strap back on my foot.  
    “Fuck the shoes.” Before I could think, he’d launched me over his shoulder, one shoe in hand, the other large palm striped across my barely covered bottom. “Everything about you teases me, draws me in, like bees to a flower I want your nectar. I need the taste of you on my tongue, or I might die of thirst. There’s nothing between us tonight, sweet Scarlet.  
    We reached the steps of his porch, and he walked in, carrying me across the threshold like a caveman.  
    “Listen, petite rouge .” He set me on my feet and pressed me against a wall, hands in my hair, eyes boring into me. “I take you to my bed, you’re mine. That’s it. You don’t fight it. I keep you, I take care of you, you’ll never have to lift a finger again, but consider yourself owned.” His words overwhelmed me, his fierce kiss consumed me, and without even thinking, I nodded.  
    “I don’t share. That means no more dresses that show men