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his hip, shove her panties aside and bury himself.
    Positions reversed, breathing hard, she glowed with beauty fit to light the darkness. “Better.”
    Oh, he’d show her better. In the next four minutes and twenty-seven seconds. With a push at her shoulders and a pull at her belt loop, he spun her to face the wall and pinned her beneath his weight. They shared height, but in his wider frame he topped her by twenty pounds. Rubbing his nose at the back of her neck, he inhaled pineapple and salt. “Best.”
    Shivering, she pitched a shaky laugh.
    “Hands only,” he whispered. “I know.” God forbid she worry and reach for the nearest weapon instead of enjoying their five minutes. If he meant to be long-term material, he’d seal away end-of-the-night bar thinking. Prove his trustworthiness, prove his bad-boy streak, keep her safe but let her feel endangered. Christ Jesus, give him the strength to find the perfect line to ride this wave. Impossible if she got her hands on him. “But you keep yours up where I can see ’em.”
    As he took hold of her wrists, she nodded. She let him guide her up, palms flat, and stop with her gorgeous muscled arms in a wide diamond framing her half-hidden face.
    “Right there.” In replacement for the kiss she’d refused him, he stole one from the pulse pounding in her neck. “Don’t you move now, Katherine.”
    Fuck, her mouth dropped open and she breathed deep. Succumbed when he met her demands with demands of his own. The tiny gaps between them filled out with hot, needy woman.
    Impatient and greedy for the interior tour, his dick banged at the gate. Grinding against her firm, rounded ass cushioned the ache. Her unexpected obedience left him free to roam. As righty went to work on her belt and jeans, he slipped his left hand under her shirt and cupped the warm, gentle swell of her belly. With a thumb sweep, he grazed the band of her bra.
    She rocked light as the lake on a calm July afternoon, her waves peaceful, steady, and nudging the prow of his boat with relentless persistence. He mapped the curving arch of her ribs and the shallow divot of her navel. As he dragged her zipper south, her jeans fell in a gaping vee granting him access to the shadowed cotton triangle beneath.
    Eyes falling closed, she ducked her chin and swallowed. “Might’ve worn fancy underwear if I’d known you were stopping by today.”
    The hitch in her chuckle found a match in his chest, a desperate urge to kiss away any embarrassment he’d caused. He nuzzled as far as her ring-neck tee allowed, nipping at the collar.
    He’d cared about getting women off before, because sex was a game, a time for laughter and fun, and because he liked to win, but he’d never cared so damn much. Nothing in his life, not mastering his service skills exams, not standing by Rob on his wedding day—nothing mattered more than showing Katherine he could be a nice guy and still get her off, still satisfy her needs and be worth coming back to. He bypassed the barrier, diving through grasping curls with his whole hand. “I’m not here for the panties. I’m here for the woman in them.”
    Greeting him with eager wetness, she wiggled into a wider stance. Silent and breathless, she tugged her lip between her teeth.
    Further still he slid, spreading his hand over the sexiest fucking curve in existence, the front swell of a woman, made to fit a man’s hold. Lips silk-soft, she parted for him. Leisurely exploration would wait for another night. His woman had requested immediate satisfaction, and she’d have the best of his ability. Bad-boy talk would keep her content, turn a date into an exciting and dangerous desire. Enough to intrigue her the way she’d leashed his heart. Testing, he sank his middle finger to full depth in her slick heat.
    She put the squeeze on, a jerking clench so tight he couldn’t drag his way out. Positive feedback. Now to send her into a looping growth cycle, until the waves crested her jetties and