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cabin’s full two-story height. Like the floor below, one end was walled off, holding two doors—the open one was a bath, the other, he guessed, a closet—and the rest was an airy, open space overlooking the living room below. There was a plush chaise lounge up by the railing, next to a bookshelf, and in the back corner, by two big windows, was a king-sized bed made from thick pine logs.
    After he saw that, with its smooth cream-colored sheets and hand-made quilt, Dash quit paying attention to anything else in the room.
    Except Carmen.
    He leaned his back against the wall at the top of the stairs, set the glasses down on the bookshelf and pulled her into his arms. She came willingly, looping her arms around his neck and smiling up at him.
    Giving her plenty of time to back away, he bent his head to hers. Instead of flinching though, she lifted up on her toes to meet him, eagerly pressing her lips against his.
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    Dash tried to start off slowly, but Carmen didn’t let him. She flattened her body along his and opened her mouth, inviting him in. His cock ached where it lay against the rounded curves of her belly as he slid his tongue into the wet heat of her mouth, tasting cookies and wine, and over it all, the unique flavor of her. He splayed one hand across her sweetly flared ass and buried the other in her thick, lustrous hair. Then he held on as the kiss took on a life of its own.
    When she tipped her head to deepen the kiss, her glasses bumped hard against his cheek and she made a small sound of pain. Dash eased away from her mouth and took them off her face, laying them carefully on the shelf. “You okay?”
    “Hell yes,” she murmured, grabbing the back of his head to pull him back down.
    Her breathing was as ragged as his own.
    He kissed her again, this time sliding his hands up under her snug green T-shirt to find the warm, smooth skin of her back. It took him three tries to unsnap her bra—his fingers didn’t work as well as they had before the fire—but once he did, he moved one hand between them to palm a ripe, heavy breast.
    Her low moan spilled into his mouth and she staggered, her weight falling more heavily against his bad leg. Dash winced and reluctantly pulled his hands out from under her top. “Bed, honey,” he whispered.
    Carmen beamed up at him. “Smart man, as well as sexy.” She shimmied out of his arms and across the room to the bed, pulling her shirt and bra off in one smooth movement as she went. Keeping her eyes fixed on his, she reached for the snap of her jeans and slowly pushed down the zipper.
    It was hard to decide where to focus his gaze, between her sweet face, her plump, swaying breasts with dark raspberry nipples or the pale yellow cotton underwear being revealed as she lowered her jeans. Then she lowered the panties as well, and he licked his lips at the sight of her smooth, bare pussy.
    “You shave?” Without being able to see?
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    Carmen chuckled. “Wax. There is a salon in Morgan’s Creek—and a friend of mine is the esthetician. Darla does good work.”
    His mouth was dry as he imagined running his tongue over that sleek skin. “Yeah, she really does.” Frankly the woman deserved a medal.
    Her long hair framed her breasts as she crossed her arms beneath them, lifting them in a way that made his aching erection press even harder against the fly of his jeans.
    “One of us has too many clothes on.”
    Dash shook his head. He’d been standing there like a lump, letting her get naked all by herself. He kicked off his sneakers, yanked his plaid shirt over his head and peeled off his jeans and socks in record time before crossing to the bed. “One problem. I didn’t exactly come—prepared for this.” He’d chickened out when it had come to buying condoms at the local grocery store.
    “I think there’s some in the nightstand.” She turned from him to pull down the covers, giving Dash a close-up view of the best ass he’d