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hurried back through the rooms to Eva.
    She’d removed her coat and shoes and stood waiting for him with a smile. The sight brought him to a dead stop. God, had she ever been more beautiful? Shining with life?
    He dropped to one knee and began to wipe the cold snow from her ankles and feet, to her protestation. The ripe scents of her arousal caught him unawares and he almost lunged between her thighs there and then.
    Slow down, man. Give her wine. While she sipped it, he might have to take two minutes in the bathroom to relieve his need. If he didn’t, he’d never last.
    “Mason, please.”
    He looked up at her and a fresh wave of desire slammed him. Gaining his feet, he tossed the towel aside and drew her into his arms. Kissing her now was familiar, but in no way ordinary. He never wanted to stop.
    She dug her short nails into his spine and swayed toward him. He pulled her on tiptoe, sinking his tongue into her mouth again and again, quickly giving up control. In a few minutes, he’d be pulpwood in her hands.
    He gripped her upper arms and spun her to the wall, crushing her between it and his body. Dipping his knees, he rocked his hips into hers, grinding his cock into the scorching warmth between her thighs.
    Catching her moan in his mouth, he fed her one of his own. Need hummed in his core. In his mind, he was already making love to her in a dozen different ways—on the sofa, in the shower, on the hearth rug in his bedroom, on her desk in the Forestry office…
    She bit his lower lip and he reared back, pulse racing at the carnality of the act. His lip stung and he ran his tongue over the sore spot, reveling in it. Was she a rough player? She didn’t seem to mind him being a little forceful with her, kissing her roughly and shoving her against the truck or wall. Would she let him mark her again? Her neck bore his red kiss, a dark stain against her pale throat. He wanted to plant one on her belly, her inner thigh.
    He lifted her on his cock. Sweet heat sank through his jeans. Shit, he wasn’t going to hold out. He was going to come in his pants as if he were a fifteen-year-old boy.
    Tearing his mouth from hers, he stared into her face, memorizing the expression in her very dark eyes. “Eva, you want this?”
    “I can’t even contemplate walking away.” Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her eyes bleary with passion. She’d never buttoned her shirt up and it hung open, exposing her white lacy bra. Her creamy breasts spilled over the tops of the cups, ripe and ready for his touch.
    He popped the rest of the buttons and stripped the cotton off her arms, abandoning the garment in a whisper. Her hair lay in mahogany waves over her pale shoulders. He wanted to twist it in his fist and sink into her.
    She reached for him, her fingers light and quick on his buttons. A growl grew in his chest until he could barely contain it. He had to feel her warm hands on his flesh.
    She stared at his chest for a long minute. A hard flush lit her face. “God, Mason. I don’t know if I can wait.”
    Her admission was all the fuel he needed. He surged into action. Cupping her ass, he lifted her. Her skirt slid up her bare thighs and she wrapped her legs and arms around him. He carried her through the house, his tongue in her ear, then in the delicious spot beneath her jaw.
    They bounced off a wall and he drew away laughing. The full globes of her buttocks fit his hands perfectly. He couldn’t wait to peel away her panties and learn every inch of her—inside and out. And fuck, could she kiss.
    She tugged his hair insistently, trying to bring his mouth back to hers, but somehow he resisted. Kicking open his bedroom door, he entered with her. He wished he’d had the foresight to have emptied his hamper and made the bed. She’d think him a slovenly bachelor.
    He cradled her head and lay her down gently, falling atop her and pinning her to the plush mattress. Without pause, he savored her mouth, slowing the kiss. Each lazy flip of