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met hers. There was nothing gentle in his kiss as he pushed past her lips, taking what he wanted. He touched her in places she hadn’t known existed, with a hunger she hadn’t expected.
Like a dam bursting, she lost it.
Her hands were everywhere, touching and caressing his broad shoulders, needing to get closer, needing to feel everything she had missed. Hip to hip, the blessed outline of his hardened cock pressed against her belly made her undulate to get closer. The need to feel him between her legs, parting and filling her, was overwhelming.
She whimpered, the sound an ache from her heart, as she sucked his tongue into her mouth, savoring the taste of the past. Her hands moved frantically over him, touching, pulling, dying to experience everything she’d been denied.
God, she wanted more. Craved more.
Uncontrollable tears swelled. Fell, one after another. Her body rubbed against his, fast, furious. Her fingers shook as she fought to release the button of his waistband. She had to feel his cock in her hands, taste it upon her tongue, and feel it deep inside her.
He stilled her hands, drawing in a strangled breath. “Slow down, baby.”
Her answer was a cry of distress. She choked on the knot stuck in her throat. Gulps of air threatened to strangle her. No way could she survive another rejection. No way. Please, she silently prayed.
Chapter Seven
Shit! What was going on? Drew’s breathing was harsh as he pulled Zoë against his chest. The night air was cooling off, but that wasn’t why she shook or, for that matter, why he did. He nearly came in his shorts twice as she touched him with a caress that he’d dreamed of. She was hot and wild, uninhibited in her desire. Something he hadn’t expected.
The mewling sounds she made thrilled him. He had never seen so much passion in one woman. Had she missed him? Or was it the tightrope she walked? Was he just another challenge?
He cupped her face in his palms. “Let me make love to you the right way. In a bed.” With his thumbs he wiped away her tears.
Bright blue eyes looked at him pleadingly. “No, please. Right here—right now.” A tremor slithered through her body and he felt it beneath his hands.
He couldn’t draw his gaze from her beautiful, tearstained face. “But, baby, we’re standing on the top of a dune, headlights all around. We’ll get caught,” he warned. Yet there was an excitement in the idea that he couldn’t ignore. To take her with the hint of discovery, to know that someone would witness what was all his, set a match to his fuse.
“I don’t care, Drew.” His erection jerked with her declaration. She gripped his arms tightly. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast.” She pressed her hips to his and moved enticingly across his aching loins.
Hearing her pretty little mouth say that dirty word surprised and thrilled him. Damn. The woman had changed.
A growl rumbled deep in his chest. There was no way he could take her gently. He’d waited too long to claim her. Before the night was over he’d be apologizing to her once again. He inhaled a ragged breath and drew inside himself for that elusive control.
Without a second thought, his palms caressed her abdomen, moving across her breasts as he pulled her shirt over her head. The effect of the moonlight on her ivory globes was sexy as hell. He gazed at her thin suntan lines. Bikini. A very small bikini.
She stood quietly beneath his perusal. Her gaze was wide, wild, a hunger he had never seen before.
“Zoë, you’re beautiful.” He reached for her, wanting to feel her hard nipples slide across his chest. She went willingly into his arms. He moved her body back and forth, her softness against his hardness. “Mmmm…I waited forever to do that.”
His palms slipped into the curve of her waist as he reached for the button on her waistband. He heard and felt her suck in a breath as the zipper made a hissing sound when he pulled it down. The palms of his hands slid across her hips, over her firm ass.
He stopped for a moment, feeling its roundness. Knowing he had to be dreaming.
“No panties.” A smile creased his mouth. “I like that,” he hummed in her ear.
“Touch me, Drew.” Her voice quivered.
“I will, baby. I’m trying not to go too fast. Trying to be gentle.”
“Don’t. I can’t wait.” She stepped away from him and pushed her shorts down around her