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that small spinning feeling in his heart, as if the wheels were just about to get unstuck and it would speed off, out of control. He’d never known such a feeling. He liked it.
    He met her gaze across the small space. Lifting a hand to her jaw, he cradled it, stunned anew by the delicateness of her frame. “I’m very sure.”
    By the time the fields before his house came into view, he was aching. The last mile, she’d teased his fingers with her fluttery touch and even drawn his hand to her mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm.
    Stunned and reeling from the gesture, he stepped on the gas in his eagerness to get her to his bed. The truck fishtailed. She gripped the armrest, stiffening in fear. He righted the vehicle and kept on, frustrated by the slow pace.
    Her gasp drew his attention. “Look how beautiful the wetland looks in the moonlight.”
    He drew to a stop along the road and together they stared at his favorite part of the farm where he’d grown up. His early years were laced with memories of his mother. She still lived happily in Oregon, having left Mason’s father when he was eight. She said she simply couldn’t live another minute with a man who loved the forests more than her.
    Snow lay thickly on the thin stalks and leaves of the corn, a pale blue blanket over the land. As far as Mason could see was Dorsey land. His father had amassed so much property during his years that some joked the town should be called Dorseyville rather than Salzburg Springs.
    Eva made a quiet noise and Mason pivoted to take her into his arms. Without thought, he kissed her. The simple touch stoked the fires of his need and he was instantly aching again. Out of his head with lust.
    She ran her tongue over his lip, touching his teeth in a way that drove him wild. He plucked her out of her seat and drew her so she was half lying across his lap. He wrapped her close and bent to her throat, learning the curves and the hollow of her collarbones.
    He drowned in vanilla perfume. She mewled when he sucked her delicious skin into his mouth. He lost himself in her flavor and feel for a long minute. When she started to squirm, he eased the sucking pressure of his kiss on her neck and licked the spot. He’d drawn her blood to the surface, without a doubt. Juvenile, maybe. Dumb, probably. An animalistic need to mark her had driven him to it.
    She quivered in his hold. “Mason, I need you.” Her throaty statement rocked him. His hands convulsed on her waist, drawing her nearer. He fought the urge to attack her neck once more.
    Gently he settled her back into the passenger seat. She blinked at him with wide, glistening eyes. Was that passion in the blurred depths? He had to get her home, light a fire in the grate in his bedroom and see for himself.
    He moved the truck forward. The yellow porch light was a beacon in the night, spilling across the snow welcomingly. Had he ever enjoyed returning to this place as much as he did now?
    Cutting the engine in the drive, he quickly helped her alight from the truck. Her tall heels sank into the snow and the drifts engulfed her bare feet.
    “Christ, woman, where are your boots?” With a burst of joy, he whipped her off her feet and carried her up the couple of steps to the front door. In their small town, no one locked their doors and he shoved through into the warmth of the old house without the irritation of using a key.
    The very timbers seemed to greet them, creaking their welcome. He kicked the door shut and set Eva on her feet.
    She shivered and he glanced at her wet feet. “Slip off your shoes and I’ll get a towel.” Guided by the light of a lamp he always left on in the hallway, he went into the bathroom and grabbed a fresh towel off the shelf. He glimpsed himself in the mirror over the sink and stopped, struck by his appearance.
    Who was this man? A manic light gleamed in his eyes and his face was flushed. He threaded his fingers through his hair, knocking a few snowflakes loose. Then he