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heart whisper goodbye, and fixed her face into a bitch-blank slate. He didn’t deserve to know how badly she hurt. Pain was solitary, never shared with anyone but her best friend. He wasn’t that. Not anymore. He’d be nothing more than a one-night stand. Later she would weep for the crushing loss. Alone.
    The trek back to the tent was as short as her escape and just as determined. Bastian sat on the ground, lower back against the log, head bowed into one hand. Without stopping her stride, Charlie ripped his sweatshirt over her head, taking her knit top with it. Both dropped into the dirt. There was barely time to register the surprise on his face before she straddled his lap and claimed his mouth.
    Hands diving into his hair, she thrust her tongue between his lips. For one moment, he didn’t move. She circled her hips, pressing into his zipper, and slid her scantily clad breasts across his chest.
    Respond, damn it .
    He took his first sip of her angry passion. Victory heated her blood. Men were so predictable. She tangled one hand in his hair and slid the other down his nape and across his back. When he answered her motions with a low moan, his hands curling around her waist and hips arching to her, she whispered into his kiss.
    “You want me, Bastian? Then take me.”
    He crushed her to him, his mouth devouring hers. Electric shocks lasered up her spine. At least it would be good. The realization was of little comfort. His hands tugged her harder to his growing erection, and she added a wiggle to her circles. Rage flashed. He hadn’t been lying. He wanted her badly. He’d only get her body.
    The soft snap of her bra unhooking under strong male fingers was covered by his staggered breath as his lips found a pulse point below her jaw. He forged a line down her throat, his tongue lapping at her skin. She tossed her bra away seconds before his hands cupped her breasts. Her traitorous skin tingled at his touch.
    Hidden memories poured over her. How many times had she fantasized about this? Her imagination had been insipid. Her nipples hardened in his palms as the mounds swelled for him, longing for his mouth. His kiss sank lower to the valley above her heart. Using her knees, she arched to him, pressing closer to his mouth before rocking on his strained zipper.
    The sweet sound of her name was whispered in a voice darker than chocolate, and she fought the livid burn of tears. At least it was her and not some nameless body he thought of. She’d hear him scream her name before the night was through. But no way in hell would she say his. For spite, she might scream “Adam.” That should fuck with Bastian’s head and drive a painful spike into that precious male ego.
    Charlie hid a sniffle in the brush of cotton as she ripped the T-shirt over his head and caught his mouth again. She was going to give him a ride he’d never forget, one that would leave him lusting for more and fantasizing about this night for years. Years he’d spend without her. Now hard as stone, his cock prodded against her center. Each nip down his throat was just sharp enough to inflame but not to mark. She tasted his collarbone with a broad sweep of her tongue and eased her hips down his legs.
    Buried in her hair, his hands shook with lust, but she didn’t slow her downward trek. The thinnest sprinkling of burnished gold peppered the center of his heaving chest before tapering to his navel. Her mouth followed that path, each inch feeling the swirl of her tongue. Taut stomach muscles quivered as she drew near the button of his shorts. Her hands skimmed up his thighs under the hem. Her nails lightly scored his inner thighs before rising to rasp over khaki. She traced the shape of his erection, smoothing her fingertips around hardened contours that leaped at her touch. Her teeth scraped his flesh above the metal button.
    Her back hit the ground, erasing all thought as Bastian’s mouth took hers. Between her widespread knees, his legs balanced as he