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and sprouts, or bacon and a fried egg. We also have a veggie burger that’s as good as it gets.”
    He stared at her hand, watched her move from snap to snap, rubbing, circling, yet never popping a one. Her movements seemed almost involuntary, as if her mind was elsewhere, and not on the food she’d described.
    But his thoughts were giving him trouble enough, so rather than wonder about hers he enjoyed her touch, her fingers slender, nimble, her nails short and polished clear. He pictured them on his bare chest, thought they’d look damn good ringed beneath the head of his cock.
    A burn caught fire at the base of his spine, and like he’d just eaten the dirt floor of a corral, his voice scraped its way up his throat. “What’ve you got in the way of dessert?”
    “Every sweet thing you could want,” she told him, her lips flirting as she worked her way to his belt.
    His breathing hitched. His cock followed suit. His balls tightened, and his heartbeat brought up the rear. “Then I say we skip the stuff that’s good for us and go straight for the bad.”
    “I like the way you think,” she said, grabbing his belt buckle and tugging him close.
    Oh, yeah. This girl was going to be fun.
    He reached for her hands, shackled them in the small of her back. Her breasts were full and firm where she pressed against him, the tips pierced with dangling rings. He wanted to taste the salt of them, to flick them with his tongue, tug them with his teeth. He wanted to feel the metal warm from her body’s heat. He wanted her above him, dragging them down his chest.
    Pretty damn close to strangling, he let her go and lifted her to sit on the ice chest. With his hands on her knees, he spread herlegs and stepped between them. She did that thing with her mouth again, half smile, half
gotcha
, and when she looped her heels around his hips, he ground himself on her fly.
    She made a sound, a sigh or a muttered sort of curse. He couldn’t tell, but he didn’t need to. Even with two layers of fabric between them, he could feel she was ready. It drove him beneath the hem of her shirt to her skin. Shivering, she pressed her mouth to his neck, kissing him, licking, nipping as he reached the rear clasp of her bra and released it.
    That sound again, rising from her chest, and lower, from her belly, as if he’d stirred something there to life. The thought primed his cock further. He was full and aching. Later, he’d play with her mind. Later, once they’d extinguished this fire.
    It was consuming him, devouring, burning his skin to cinders, and Arwen was just as hot. He palmed her ribs, sliding his hands up her sides until his thumbs felt the weight of her breasts. She let go of his shirt and leaned back, her fingers spread on the ice chest, her eyes closed, and she wet her lips, waiting.
    God, but she was gorgeous. Lush and ripe, her mouth, her tits, her ass that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. He hooked an arm behind her and she arched further, nearly begging. He bent, lifted her T-shirt, and buried his face.
    She smelled like citrus and clean air, sweet and fresh and female. The skin between her breasts was damp with perspiration, her arousal salty, musky, warm. He wanted her naked. He wanted to taste her, to push his tongue inside her. He wanted to wrap his hand around his cock and watch her take it to the back of her throat.
    This time the guttural sound was all his, his spine tingling, his balls heavy. Her chest rose and fell with her short, rapid breaths. He caught the ring dangling from her nipple, tugging her into his mouth. She cried out, threaded her fingers into his hairand cupped his skull to hold him. Then she began to rock, her hips moving back and forth, the rhythm timed to the beat of the music rattling the saloon walls.
    Dax tongued and sucked, her nipple, her pebbled areola, the plump flesh that filled his hands. It wasn’t enough. He knew it. She knew it. And he was already retreating when she pushed him away. She