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“I need you to answer with words, Sweet,” I said.

“Yes. I understand, please, Dane,” she whimpered and nodded her head.

Her arms wrapped around my neck as she tugged me down to meet her plump lips. Her kiss tasted of desperation and desire and goddamn I felt both.

I knew it then and praised my luck. Carolina was caught up in the same spell as me. She felt that same intense awareness I felt.

Yes, I wanted her to know I respected her. But she needed me just as badly as I needed her. And I wasn’t strong enough to deny us both.

Chapter Six-Carolina

I wasn’t the kind of woman men lost their heads over. At least, it never happened like this before.

Like lightning striking.

I only hoped when Dane recovered from whatever this was, he didn’t leave a scar.

My body sizzled with unresolved need as his big hands roamed over me. He dropped plucking kisses on my mouth, sucking my tongue, my lips, everything he could reach as he undressed us both with skillful hands.

I wasn’t exactly idle while this was going on, of course. Dane was sublime. His body was covered in thick, corded muscle, a smattering of hair, and gorgeous ink.

I traced the patterns with my fingertips, committing them to memory while I swallowed down every delicious growl and grunt.

He walked me backwards until my legs bumped the couch, and then he reversed us, so he was sitting, and I was standing like some sort of sacrifice before him.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, dropping my head back and holding on to his shoulders to keep myself steady.

Dane licked a path from my neck, down the valley between my breasts, over my embarrassingly soft stomach, to the close cropped curls covering my needy sex.

My knees buckled, but his sure hands held me up. Quivering, I could barely comprehend what he was doing as he parted my thighs and lifted me up.

“Wait. I’m too heavy,” I protested, but his glare stopped me mid-tirade.

As if to prove how ridiculous my statement was, he picked me up clear off the floor and draped my legs on his shoulders, both big hands of his gripping my hips and ass.

“I don’t know who told you that load of horseshit, but you just sit on my face like a good girl and let me show you how damn perfect you are,” he grunted, grabbing my ass and pressing me closer to his face.

Then he opened his mouth, his long tongue snaked out and Dane Barret made out with my dripping pussy like a man on a mission.

Pure need raged through me like a fever or wildfire. It was ferocious.

Exquisite.

Pleasure swelled like the tide, threatening to drown me. All I needed was a little push. As if he knew, Dane hummed deep in his throat while latching onto my clit with skilled lips.

The vibration from that lusty sound was enough to send me spiraling into orgasm.

I barely had time to come down from that high when he started kindling the flames again. Somehow, during those precious seconds when I’d closed my eyes just trying to ground myself, he’d lowered us both to the carpet in front of the fireplace.

“Need you, Caro Darlin’,” he growled, settling between my thighs.

I heard the familiar tear of a foil packet before I raised myself on my elbows, gaze riveted to the proud erection jutting between his gloriously thick thighs.

Licking my lips, I watched as he rolled the latex onto his girthy cock and fitted himself at my entrance.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his emerald gaze glittering down at me in the darkness.

“I’m ready,” I replied, my voice husky as I clung to him with wanton abandon.

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