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  She gazed up into perfect hazel eyes that were filled with hunger and longing. She touched his cheek and the layer of beard tickled her skin.

  “You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

  “I love being here, close to you. Your hands on me.”

  “You do?” He was kissing her face, lifting a strand of her hair to his nose and inhaling.

  “Yes,” she answered.

  “Your skin, it’s so soft and smells like cotton candy. I love how your neck curves.” He swept his finger along the line. “How your collarbones bow. Your firm breasts. Stomach. Luscious thighs. God’s creation.”

  She smiled, feeling special under his kind words.

  He kissed her and pulled back. “I have to admit I’ve never felt this vulnerable. Men aren’t supposed to feel so damn weak.”

  Each word burrowed into her brain, the gravity of them. “I wouldn’t call that weakness. I call that tapping into your loving side.”

  He tipped her chin so that their gazes connected. “I’ve never been this way before. But I have to confess, while I was in the bullpen and the chance of anything happening, all I could see was your face in my mind, encouraging me.”

  She swallowed. “I’m glad I could help because I was actually at the sideline cursing you for taking the risk.”

  His lips covered hers, languorously kissing her, slipping his tongue in and out. He shifted his hips and she lifted hers to meet his, grinding against him, and the bulge that told her exactly how much he wanted her. A groan escaped his throat and she lapped up the sound with her kiss.

  Her blood boiled in need. She was at a crossroads, a pathway of her choosing. She wanted to take things fast and hard, and yet she needed slow and easy.

  He lifted himself on his knees and brought her with him to a sitting position. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head. “I need to see you.” His words were breathless and needy. She was then naked under his gaze, goosebumps scattering her flesh. “Damn. You’ll be the death of me,” he murmured, kissing her chastely as he swept a hand down her back, playing her spine like a harp until he reached her ass. She purred in utter delight at his long fingers on her trembling skin.

  “We shouldn’t take this slow or I think I’ll combust,” she whispered.

  “Ahh, but slow means I get to explore and tease.” He tapped her chin. “A good idea, but a hard action to pull through.”

  Her breathing was labored and her heart beat as if the appendage was the drum set for a heavy metal band. Oh, what this man does to me! All around me and through me.

  “On second thought, I’ve changed my mind.” He chuckled. “Slow is for sloths, not passionate people.”

  “Well, sweetheart, glad we agree.” She ran her hands through his hair, completely and desperately overcome with her emotion for him. She could stay there forever, his arms nestled around her, a safe zone she’d never known before. “You make me smile. I like that.”

  He looked at her, completely serious. “You make me forget all of the hard times.” He sighed heavily. “I can’t keep my hands off of you. This is threaded with secrets, taboo, and yet I can’t help myself. I don’t have a clue what you’re doing to me, what you’ve done to me, but you’re under my skin, as important to my body as my lungs and heart. I’m under your spell, angel, good and bad. I’m in this for wherever it takes me.”

  “I like having you here, under my spell. I’m a little greedy when it comes to the things I like, and I like you, a lot—maybe more than a lot.” She lowered her gaze, wanting to shout the roof off.

  He touched her chin, his roughened fingers gliding over her sensitive skin. She brought her gaze up and he held it with his own. “You make me want to be a better man. That’s as deep and heavy as it gets.”

  She inhaled sharply. Everything in her body ignited at once. Her heart pounded, her hands shook, and her knees bounced together. He stole something from her at that moment, something she’d clung to most of her life, and that was her ability to turn her emotions on and off. Resist and deny love. No, she’d never been in love before, not until now and the realization that she loved him took hold of her like the jaws of a shark, biting her to the core. She should say something, anything, but when he pulled her close and she heard the strong beats of his heart, she was speechless. She leaned her cheek against his rock hard chest, spreading her fingers wide over his iron torso and swallowed against the constriction in her throat. Lifting her face, his hot breath swept across her forehead, then his lips hovered over hers. Her pulse raced triple time and she felt dizzy, excited, like she could fight Goliath. Everything outside of their cocoon no longer existed, all traces of denial and uncertainty gone. Everything ceased to affect them except for the whirlwind going on within them, between them. He kissed her, sending a jolt rocking through her, and she was on fire.

  An overwhelming yearning took shape between her inner thighs as she melted into him. A small, desperate moan escaped her trembling lips that were crushed under his. Gripping his shoulders, she tipped her head back, opening to him, welcoming his tongue into her mouth, giving him the go-ahead to take her down any path he wished. She wanted to give him everything she had, which might not be a lot, but it was all to her. All doubts vanished, replaced by the knowledge that with him, she’d always be safe and loved.

  Lust consumed her as he continued ravaging her mouth, conquering her, melting her into a puddle of passion and pleasure. His warm hands trailed over her trembling skin, seeping into her bones, scorching them. The soft hairs on her body lifted, her nipples beaded into diamond rocks, and her toes curled. She needed more of him and tugged at his jeans, unsnapping and unzipping them with quivering fingers. The waist of his jeans gapped and she swept her fingers inside, along his hips, across his warm skin. At the indentation of his tailbone, she took in the hard muscle, skimming her fingers along his warm back, the coiled muscle, the smooth skin, his heat. He flexed under her touch as she moved her palm. His breath caught and she smiled—loved having the power of effect over him. His warm fingers pressed against her neck, sending more tense shivers down her spine, pooling at the apex of her trembling thighs. He covered her mouth with his and the kiss intensified, feeding each other oxygen, exchanging heat between their bodies. Making silent promises.

  She wanted all of him, everything he had to give too. She was generously willing to hand over her heart, and selfishly wanting his in return. She wanted to be a part of his days and nights, his promises and thoughts. More than anything, she wanted to feel his body press into hers, wanted to become one and feel a much needed release. He reached down and grabbed her ass, never breaking contact between their mouths, and he held her close as he shifted into a sitting position on the bed. She spread her thighs wide over his hips, sprawling atop him, feeling the bulge of his erection through the unzipped jeans. She rolled her hips, enticing him with her core while a pulsating energy passed between them. Her clit pulsated and she was growing closer to orgasm and he hadn’t even penetrated her yet. Some men could make a woman a limp orgasmic noodle just by being close. Dade certainly was the man who could do this to her.

  Running her fingers through his hair, she nibbled his bottom lip, suckling the swollen flesh. He moaned and the sound vibrated her nipples.

  “You’re a wild woman,” he mumbled against her lips, his breath warm against her cheek.

  “Do you like it?”

  “More than you can imagine.” He sighed deeply. “How do you want it, sweetheart? Fast, slow, or soft and sweet?”

  “Yes.”

  He chuckled. “I can manage that.” He pushed her back slightly. “You’re different, Felicia. Your touch, so different,” he said in a breathless tone.

  She nodded. So many words lingered on her tongue, but she couldn’t, not yet. It was too soon. “I’ve never been this on fire.”

  He kissed her cheek and threaded his fingers through her hair, whispering in her ear. “Allow me to put out the fire.
”

  She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip as every nerve ending on her body was shot with adrenaline. His eyes were pensive and his erection had grown out of the top of his jeans. “Please. Do.”

  His eyes sparkled in mischief, his contemplative stare burrowing into her. Her body tingled like champagne had been poured into her bloodstream. She was as light as a cloud and pulses of electrical current pushed through her. Her breathing was labored as she concentrated on making her lungs work, and keeping her knees from shaking. Her excitement matched that of going to her first concert and managing to get up on stage. The rush of skydiving when she was eighteen. The acceptance letter to graduate school. All rolled into one, right here and right now.

  Skimming her fingers over his jaw, along his neck, over his warm chest to his six pack, every inch of him made her weak with need. She followed the lines of the tattoo on his rib cage, along the tribal designs that surrounded the small cross. The dark ink stood out against the darker skin of his body. Suddenly, she wanted to know everything about him. His favorite color. What his goals were. Did he like country music. “You’re a beautiful man.”

  “And you, sweetheart, are an aphrodisiac.” He nibbled the sensitive skin of her neck.

  “I want you naked.” She tugged at his jeans.

  “Then let me make you happy”

  His words held such promise, but she didn’t stop to dissect them. She could do that later. Shifting off his lap, she tugged at the denim as he lifted his hips and together they dragged the material off his legs. As many times as she’d seen him naked, she still had a desire to admire his body. His wide shoulders, smooth chest with only a spattering of crisp hair in the center, the coiled, lean muscle. His erection amazed her. She’d had her mouth wrapped around the wide girth, but each time she was astounded at his beauty, the slick skin stretched over his iron muscle. He was a map of solid bends and curves, coils and masculinity, and she’d never get tired of looking.

  She quickly removed the rest of her clothing.

  Finally sliding over him, she pressed her hands against his chest, feeling his strength under her palms. No doubt, he was a strong man in many ways. His hands came around to her hips, around to her stomach, and upward until he cupped her breasts. He flicked her nipples and she cried out uncontrollably. Her body was a mass of raw nerves and desire, ready for his taking.

  Lowering her mouth, she kissed him, dipping her tongue deep, tasting him. Their lips explored each other, testing the chains between them, breaking each one. Their tongues tangled, a tug of war of sorts. His hands still worked her breasts, kneading them, coaxing her body to melt.

  He broke the kiss, his breathing labored and raspy. His lips curved into a delicious smile that made her stomach flip flop and her clit to swell. He had a wild glint in his eye and it excited her.

  His smell surrounded her, a mixture of musk, leather and citrus—a heady combination. When she thought she couldn’t need him any more than she already did, longing kicked up a notch and she could barely resist the urge to grab his cock and slide it into her body. She wanted this to last, yet needing him made her insane.

  He caressed her collarbone, skipped his finger along her ribcage, and slid his fingers to the seam of her moist core, but he didn’t touch her, not quite yet. “Breathe, darlin’. Don’t pass out on me.”

  She did, she inhaled a ragged breath. She could easily forget to around him. He gave her a tilted grin that tattooed joy on her heart.

  Hands and mouths met, entwining, tugging, teasing, exploring. He devoured her and she, in turn, wrapped him in her erotic cocoon. She was entranced by him, enthralled with all of the feeling rushing through her. So deep in a head rush she never wanted to surface to reality again.

  Her body became feverish in need. Her inner thighs ached and pulsated. Her spine tingled.

  His fingers moved across her clit, then, touching her with a firmness that spoke of his desire to wield her under his magic. Each glide of his finger coaxed more feeling in her body. He kept rolling the pad of his thumb over her sensitive flesh, and each second her nerve endings were drenched in disarming love. Warmth spread over her breasts like honey, her nipples bunching, the blanket of sensation oozing downward to where his fingers were now spreading her pussy lips wide. He dipped a finger inside of her, filling her, twirling the tip around the coiled muscle. She dug her nails into his shoulders, riding his palm, crying out in delight. He moved at an agonizing, yet enticing, pace, controlling her like a puppet on a silken string. She needed him inside of her—needed cowboy, her man. The ache between her thighs became all powerful, griping her like a tornado sweeping through the cabin and dragging everything up into the uncontrollable spinning.

  She ground her hips against him, silently pleading for him to put her out of her misery. She fisted a handful of his hair, tugging, grabbing, clutching in her own agony. His deep moan sounded like a tiger’s growl, vibrating parts of her she didn’t know she had. He was as turned on as she was, she could sense his turmoil. His fingers were stroking her clit again, working the magic. She circled her hips, making the most of his fingers at the apex of her thighs. She couldn’t stop the crashing against her, it took over, a cloud of pure lust as she buried her face into his shoulder, crying out like a desperate woman who’d found the ultimate release. Aftershocks raced over her, one after astonishing one, until her body stilled.

  “Oh my,” she muttered. No man had ever brought her such a roaring orgasm with just his fingers.

  “That’s only the beginning, angel.”

  “I hope that’s a promise!”

  ****

  Dade was turned on by her bounty of firm, delectable breasts, the sweetness of her erotic scent, the wetness of her pussy, and the passion moving through his body like a finely aged wine. A man knew when he was lost, and he wouldn’t have been able to deny her if his next breath depended upon it. She wanted him too. Him! The man who wasn’t as smooth as the other cowboys, or as sexually inept, but he made her feel good—oh how he enjoyed making her feel good. The way she whimpered as if not capable of putting her needs into a complete sentence. He got the message perfectly—knew what she needed.

  He pulled a condom on and lifted himself between her thighs, feeling her heat penetrating his defenses. He had to be careful or he wouldn’t last long.

  She lifted herself to him and a moan escaped her throat. He didn’t hesitate, but sunk his raging cock into its destination of pure sensual bliss. Her sweet body only slightly resisted him, her muscles easing under his thrusts. He stopped, balancing his breaths, gaining control, or what little he could. He looked down at her and she was watching him, her pale blues seeping into his gut and taking ownership. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

  “I’m more than okay. I think we should never let this end,” she said.

  “What are you saying, angel?” His voice was ragged to his own ears.

  “I think we should get married.” She didn’t wait for his answer before she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss that faded every thought in his mind except for the powerful sexual need passing through his body. She moved her hips in a sensual rhythm, sliding her body up and down his hard rod.

  “My God, Felicia. You’re incredibly warm and tight.”

  The muscles of her pussy clenched, caressing his cock, causing him to swell and grow to an enormous size. He felt like if he grew much more, he’d explode. His control was hair thin and her ultra-tight body pushed him to an edge he’d never been before.

  He pumped in and out of her, and she gave as well as took. Her legs came up around his hips, higher until her knees were propped against his shoulders. He had no clue she was this flexible. Her hands were on his back, her nails digging into his skin as if commanding him to ride her hard. He couldn’t hold the flood of ecstasy much longer. Slipping his hand between their bodies, massaging her swollen clit, her body shook and trembled. She bucked against him, her inner muscles massaging his cock, milking him tenderly with sp
asms, firmly.

  They kissed, tongues meeting, and he sipped at her lips, knowing that he’d found a treasure in her.

  But how would he answer her question…?

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  FELICIA TOOK A walk with Isabella. The baby was tucked in her stroller, happily sucking at her chubby fist. Every now and then she’d coo, but then she’d go back to those fingers hungrily, yet Felicia knew she had just eaten.

  Kaycee had asked Felicia to sit with the baby a bit this morning. Having never babysat before, Felicia was a little worried about the ins and outs, but at the moment, Isabella seemed pretty content with chilling. “That must taste pretty good.” Felicia laughed, but the baby didn’t even seem to hear.

  Amazingly, she found she liked babies, especially Isabella. She always liked Felicia and never gave her a hard time. In fact, she didn’t seem to care that her aunt had just crawled out of bed, hadn’t bothered taking a shower, she wore an oversized tee, sweats, and her hair was pulled up into a messy bun.

  Pushing the stroller along the flower garden that was bursting with new growth, Felicia sat down on a bench and pulled the stroller up close. The baby just looked up at her in curiosity. Lifting the baby’s hand, she looked at the small fingers and couldn’t believe how tiny she was.

  “You won’t judge me, will you, Isabella?”

  The baby cooed.

  “I didn’t think so. Well, just between the two of us, I asked Dade to marry me last night.” Baby blinked. “Okay, I asked him while we both, well, were in our birthday suits. And as I say the words aloud, I agree, a woman or man, should never ask another that question when they’re feeling,” she cleared her throat, “very excited.”

  Isabella brought her fist back to her mouth and stuck half of it inside. “Are you trying to tell me something? That I should have stuck a sock in it?”

  Felicia leaned back against the bench seat, twirling a piece of her hair that had fallen to her cheek. “And he didn’t even mention it after we were finished. As if it never happened. Is that a rejection?”