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    So soft. He drew her tight, smoothing rebelling ringlets of hair adrift in the summer breeze. His defensive armor dropped.
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    Cradled in his protective embrace, she allowed the world to disappear. He certainly had a way of making her forget life’s troubles.
    When they reached the house after their walk, he motioned to the stairs. “Come up for a few minutes?”
    Jordan leaned against his Jeep. She really should go. Spending too much time with him didn’t fit into the rules of the game. “It’s late, don’t you have practice tomorrow?”
    “We have Saturdays off until July.” He closed in on her and played with the stray curl near her ear. “And we still have the matter of my turn.”
    “Your turn?” She’d given him a massage with her foot.
    “You had your turn with me at the restaurant. Now it’s mine.” He gave her a sultry wink.
    Disarmed by his sentimental mood on the beach, she figured he’d forgotten about their deal. “Does this mean I get a rub with your foot?”
    “Hmmm. I prefer to use my hands for massages.” Tracing his index finger along her jaw, he migrated from her neck to her cleavage.
    His touch had her struggling for breath. Her breasts heaved, drawing attention she didn’t intend. “Yeah?”
    “You chose and now I’m picking mine.” He smiled and cupped her breast.
    She initiated the game and would have to play by the rules. “Oh.”
    Sexual tension rolled off him in heated waves. He stroked her nipple through the fabric of her dress.
    Jordan fought the sensual touch that made her clench with need. Beyond the physical, she loved his caring nature. He’d proved that tonight on the beach. He didn’t care about her past fuck-up. Clinging to Heath, she let him take control.
    Heath lifted her by the waist onto the passenger seat. The darkening of his eyes and the set of his mouth gave him a predatory look. He sealed his lips against hers.
    She opened and tasted aroused male, still sweet with dessert.
    Lightly, he traced her teeth before deepening the kiss. Cupping the back of her head as though she was precious, he slowly skittered his mouth along her neck and down to her breasts.
    His shoulders bunched beneath her touch. His other hand teased the back of her knee.
    Moisture pooled between her thighs. If his tongue felt as good between them as it did between her breasts, she’d come in two seconds.
    He slid her dress strap down and bared a breast. “Beautiful.”
    Her nipple hardened under his stare and cool night air.
    After licking his lips, he latched onto her sensitive tip.
    His warm mouth sent a tingling current racing to her clit making her shudder. She’d never felt such desire.
    He caressed the inside of her thigh moving north.
    She squeezed his shoulder, holding on, eager for more. Already she needed him more than any previous lover.
    His soft groans made her hotter as he inched her sundress higher. He left her breast and planted tender kisses along her sensitive inner thigh while he teased her nipple with his fingers. His warm breath fanned her mound. Then he nibbled the lacy band of her panties.
    She clutched the back of his head. “Heath.”
    “Just a taste, baby,” he whispered and slid the crotch to one side. He circled her swollen clit with his slick tongue.
    Jordan arched against his delicate licks that fed her need. If she didn’t stop him, he’d drive her to depravity.
    His timing and pressure wound her tighter. Consumed by a longing ache to be filled, she imagined his body over hers, driving deep. All control lost, Jordan fell back in the seat as she spiraled. Bursts of light flashed behind her eyes. His name came out as a breath.
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    Swept away in sensation by her sweetness, Heath drank her juices until she sank back in the seat, limp and sated.
    Pride stroked his breast as he repositioned the frilly skirt and top of her dress.
    Her eyes remained unfocused.
    He leaned in for a kiss. “Tiramisu has nothing on you, Miss