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forward over his shoulder, pulling the elastic band loose from its end and running her finger through the middle to undo it. She wanted to see his hair. “Would you believe me if I told you it doesn’t concern you?” She truly didn’t know whether it did concern him, but the question she asked was not a lie.
    “Everything that happens in this town concerns me.” He tipped his head back and shook his hair loose. Then he pulled his sunglasses off and tossed them onto the deck. In the daylight, his eyes were even more intensely green, rimmed with dark emerald and changing gradually to peridot at the pupil. The thought occurred to her that a man like this might object to having his eyes described in terms of gemstones, and she was amused.
    His hair was beautiful, thick and dark and wavy from the braid. She took a handful of it and pulled him down until his lips were heavy on hers.
    He kissed her fiercely, his tongue thrusting immediately into her mouth, going deep. She matched his with her own, reveling in the scratch of his beard against her face. She hooked her arms around his neck and fed both hands into his hair, grabbing it tightly into her fists. He shifted his hands so that she was encompassed by his long, thick arms.
    His chest was a broad rock wall crushing her breasts. Fuck, the man was all elemental sex. She moaned and tore her mouth free, tipping her head back to take a deep inhale. He shifted again, and she felt his hand on her throat, lightly, his thumb tracing a path down its length. She brought her head forward and met his intense gaze.
    “I mean to fuck you, Sport, secrets or not. Now’s the time to say you don’t want it.”
    She grinned. She wanted it. But she’d play a little coy. “I have a pretty full day planned. Breakfast, errands. You weren’t on my calendar. And I just ran a long way. I’m sweaty, and I stink.”
    “Yes, you do. I like it. I want you sweaty.” He pulled her hips sharply against his thighs, pressing his erection to her belly. “How ‘bout I buy you breakfast after?”
    She released one of her hands from his hair and dragged it lightly around his neck, stopping when she got to the place where his shirt was open on his chest. She spread her fingers through the hair there, and he took in a breath and closed his eyes. “Can I eat my own, or are we sharing again?” she asked.
    He opened his eyes and winked. He was enjoying the banter as much as she was. “You don’t like sharing with me?”
    “Barely got any of my burger last night.”
    “Hey—that wasn’t my fault.” He cocked his eyebrow at her. “I’m not hearin’ you say no, Sport.”
    She pushed away from him, and disappointment passed over his face, but she grabbed his hand. “Gotta go in the front. I don’t have a key for the slider.”
    He let her lead him around the house. As she unlocked the door, he said, “Nobody locks around here, you know. Folks trust each other. You want to blend in, you should pick up the customs.”
    She opened the door and stepped in, turning back with a welcoming gesture. “And yet you were skulking around while I was away. You’d have been inside if the door weren’t locked, right?”
    He came in and took the door from her to close it. “Hey, I was worried. Your cage was here, you weren’t. Thought there was trouble. Who’d’ve thought you were running around town in your underwear. On purpose.” Without even a pause, he grabbed her arm and turned her, pushing her front-first against the wall. He leaned down, and she felt his beard on the skin of her shoulder. Growling again, he licked from her shoulder to behind her right ear. “You taste great—salt and musk, and something sweet.” His hands went around her hips and into her shorts, pushing between her legs. “Oh, yeah. Feel how wet you are.”
    The fingers of one hand probed her core; the others moved over her clit. The pads of his fingers were calloused and hard, making her nerve endings catch fire. She moaned