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lust wasn’t a part of the plan.
    But before he could make good on his thoughts, her hand
closed over his, anchoring him to her, her fingers lacing with his just as she
had the first time he’d touched her. “It’s okay.”
    Fuck . She was
comforting him. Soothing him like she might a wild animal, which proved just
how insightful she was.
    He wanted to shake off her touch. To tell her he didn’t need
a damn thing from anyone, but there was no way. Not when his breath was
shuddering in and out. Not when he couldn’t have moved his hand even if 225’s
entire pack suddenly descended.
    No! This was about
scratching an itch. Seizing the moment. Nothing else.
    Determined, he forced his body to stillness. Moved his palms
down her legs, noting the way she shivered, noting the small catch in the back
of her throat as he brushed behind her knees, the back of her thighs. The way
her breath shuddered when he ran his fingertips along the crease of her ass.
How her body quivered when his hand cupped her throat, his mouth sucking on the
vulnerable tendon he’d exposed. His lust ramping higher with every touch.
    He got the distinct sense his fighter girl liked things on
the edge.
    Just a little longer came the pained chant in his mind as his hands glided over her soft skin,
learning her, relearning himself, sweat beading on his back and every muscle
tightening to the point of pain as he forced himself to go slow.
    Then, finally, thankfully, her muscles lost the last of their
tenseness, her thighs parting in surrender as his fingers worked her
pussy—sliding through hot-as-hell wetness that only made him harder. She was
wet. And hot. And a million times more erotic than any dream he’d had these
last lonely years.
    He needed more. More sensation. More touch. More her.
    “Hold on.” Without warning, he turned her in his arms. Lifted
her up so she had no choice but to lock her ankles behind his ass. And waded
toward the bank.
    Hands no longer shaking, he laid her on the soft moss. Her
legs slipped from his waist. He stepped between them, forcing them wide. The
sight of her spread beneath him made him groan.
    Her eyes grew three sizes, trepidation and uncertainty—but no
longer terror—flitting through their gorgeous green depths. Emerald green. Like
the plants around him. He hadn’t noticed that before.
    “What are you planning to—”
    He swooped in and latched onto her pretty pink pussy before
she could finish her question. His action was answer enough. He’d forgotten the
mouthwatering tangy taste, the exotic scent, the unbelievable feel. And his fighter
girl….she tasted better than anything he remembered. Especially when she gave a
little mewling cry and opened her legs wider, letting him in. Taking pleasure
where she could. Proving herself a true survivor.
    The last of his control snapped.
    On a roar, he reared up, his hands wrapping around her
thighs, lifting her lower body off the ground and lining her up with his dick.
Their gazes locked as he rubbed against her once, twice, using her juice as
lubrication. “I’m coming inside.” It was a declaration.
    “I know.”   She panted
beneath him, her gaze clear. Steady. A clear sign she wasn’t as lost in her
pleasure as she should be, but there was a flush on her cheeks and her pretty
pink slit was swollen and wet. It would have to be enough.
    “Touch yourself. Make it good.” He shook his head, fighting
for control.
    She was still for an instant and then understanding and
determination settled in her gaze, outweighing shame or embarrassment or fear.
Watching her fingers slide into her soft folds almost drove him back to his
knees.
    Shaking with need, his gaze locked on her hand, he worked
himself inside, one slow fucking inch at a time. Her tight hole making it
impossible for him to do more than thrust slowly. Her growing moans of pleasure
whipping his desire into a greater frenzy. Until he was buried completely. So
deep, his balls smacked against her ass. And, oh