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Arousal blossomed low in her belly. His hands slid to her waist,
sending goose bumps along her skin. He gathered the end of her shirt in his
fists and pulled the thin layer of material over her head.
    His dark lashes lowered and she straightened, basking in his
smoldering gaze. She’d never felt more brazen.
    “No bra?”
    “Hate them,” she said. “Don’t like being tied down by
anything.”
    “Bet you’d like it if I tied you up.”
    The deep resonance of his voice tripped her pulse.
    Lawson cupped her breasts. His tongue draped a blanket of
warmth around each nipple, taking care to bring each one to full peak. She trembled.
Her body alive and awakened by his touch. The jukebox switched to a sensual
rhapsody.
    He flicked his thumbs along her nipples and took one between
his teeth. She lashed beneath him, unprepared for the exquisite rush.
    Head raised, he pinched a nipple. “You’re quite the little
charmer.”
    “What do you mean?” Her words came out breathy, labored.
    “Bet you get all the boys riled up, and then just when their
dicks are about to pop, you walk away and never look back.”
    Desire pooled between her thighs. Her only thoughts on what
he’d do to her next. “I’m not like that.”
    He pinched her other nipple and pulled it taut. “I think you
like to play hard to get.”
    Montana shook her head.
    “Or do you just like it hard?”
    She rested her hand on the bulge of his jeans. “I like it
hard as I can get it.”
    “Thought so.”
    With an impressive swiftness, he reached under her skirt and
caught hold of the sides of her panties. The damp silk slid down the length of
her legs. She toed them to the side. He hiked up her skirt around her waist and
lifted her onto the edge of the pool table.
    Montana worked the buttons of his denim apart and eased them
over his briefs. She freed his erection and stroked him from base to tip. In
urgency he yanked off his shirt. She weakened and ran her hands along the
scarred planes.
    “I swear you put a spell on me,” he rasped. “I had no
intention of touching you.”
    Her pulse pounded in her ears. “I did.”
    She chuckled at the surprise on his face.
    “You put a spell on me, or you intended for me to touch
you?”
    Mischief tugged her lips. “Both.”
    He pushed her back so her hands rested along the green felt
of the table, and savored each nipple. Montana arched. A slow building pressure
within her core intensified. She wanted him with a ferocity that frightened
her. But tiny threads of doubt consumed her. Here was a man who’d had plenty of
women. Sophisticated, beautiful, adventurous women. A man of his caliber didn’t
want the daughter of a whore. He deserved better.
    Before she had a chance to voice her second thoughts, Lawson
rested his palm between her thighs. “You’ve got something here that I want.”
    Her lashes fluttered. The heavy-with-need tone coupled with
his tormented gaze stripped away all doubts. “Then take it. What are you
waiting for?”
    He opened her with two fingers. A cry escaped her throat. He
grazed his thumb along her moist slit. “So soft. So wet.”
    Her pulse throbbed in her ears, her neck, her chest.
    “Please, take me,” she sobbed.
    “On. My. Time.”
    “I want it hard and fast,” she said, her voice sharp.
“Remember?”
    “If I slide my cock inside you right now, I’m done for.”
    Montana bit her lip at the blunt admission. “Oh.”
    “Like I said. On my time.”
    He lowered his chin between her thighs, his breath warm
against her dampness. She shifted beneath him, half out of her mind with
longing. Lips pressed tight, she forced back words meant to hurry him. She
didn’t want to anger him. Or worse, give him reason to leave.
    He worked one finger around her moist folds and teased his
tongue along her hardened clit. He hummed in pleasure, the vibrations making
her even more receptive. She watched the way he coaxed her open with two
fingers, three fingers. Parting her. Readying her. His