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white tank top.

I thought it was kind of cute.

Apparently, it turned Booth on.

Go figure.

I latched onto his hair, holding him close, and mewled.

“I have ten minutes until I have to leave to go get Asa off the school bus,” I gasped. “If you’re going to do this, you better hurry.”

He grinned wickedly, twisted me around, and bent me over the outdoor couch that I had in my back yard.

Seconds later, he was yanking my shorts down without unbuttoning them and slamming home inside of me.

I moaned at the feel of his hot, hard cock inside of me.

My hands clenched onto the wicker arm, and I held on for dear life as he fucked the hell out of me.

This. This was what I wanted out of our first encounter.

Him out of control. Me, taking him hard.

Unable to do anything but feel.

“God, Bourne,” I cried. “Yes.”

He clenched his hands onto my ass, and I could practically feel the burn of his eyes as they traveled over where we were connected. I wished I could see what he saw.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he said desperately, his voice strained.

I heard his breathing change and knew he was close.

Which was a good thing, because in another two strokes, I was going off like I hadn’t had an orgasm only hours earlier as I thought about him.

I was, unequivocally, irrevocably, in need of Bourne and his penis.

I’d honestly thought about it, over and over, since the night that we’d shared a dark corner together.

I’d masturbated.

I’d daydreamed.

I’d replayed our encounter over and over and over again.

But nothing, not a single damn thing, could compare to the real thing.

The way he filled me up perfectly.

The way his hands felt on my body.

The way he sounded and smelled.

The way he talked to me as if I was everything he’d ever wanted.

All of those things felt like everything I never knew that I needed, and everything that I wanted.

“Baby,” he growled.

Baby.

One word.

But it was enough.

I came hard.

Stars burst behind my eyes as I threw my head back and came.

He growled, too, and once again I felt him pull out before he came inside of me.

The wet splash of his come on my back had me clenching on empty air.

And when he was done, he growled as his fingers drug their way through what he’d left on my back.

“Need to clean you up,” he said as he grabbed his shirt and wiped it across my back.

I swallowed hard and bit my lip as he so carefully cleaned me.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he rumbled.

The telltale sound of Asa’s school bus sounded at the end of the road, and reluctantly I stood up and hiked my panties and shorts back up, this time being sure to unbutton my shorts first.

I liked them. I didn’t want to break them.

If they elicited that kind of reaction out of Bourne Pena, then I’d be wearing them all the freakin’ time.

I carefully grabbed the shirt from his hand and tossed it into the pile of dirty clothes that I’d used to dry my dogs with earlier. “I’ll give it back to you.”

That was a lie.

That night, after having washed it, I put it on and decided that I’d never be giving it back.

***

Bourne

Three days later

I wasn’t sure what made me stop by my sister’s place.

I had a feeling she wouldn’t be home, and I was fairly sure that she was at work and had been for hours.

Yet, I still pulled my cruiser off the road in front of her house and got out.

I walked to the door, even though I didn’t see her car in the driveway, and knocked.

I wasn’t the least bit surprised when she didn’t answer.

When I turned around to head back to the car, my eyes automatically went to the house across from Priscilla’s and I stopped when I saw her on the front porch.

She had a mug of coffee in her hand, and she was sitting on the bottom step with her feet planted in the grass.

Her face was illuminated by not just the porch light above her head, but also the e-reader that was in front of her face.

I licked my lips and started walking her way.

My original intentions were to smile, wave, and get back into my cruiser.

I was on shift, after all.

But then she stood up and I saw the full length of her nightgown.

It was white, long and flowing, and literally looked like something straight out of a 1950s film. It covered her from collarbone to her ankles. It