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her tongue sent him up the steep slope of need.
    Leaning on his elbows, he broke the kiss to really look at her in the moonlight. He wanted to remember everything about her right now. From the disheveled state of her hair to the soft dip of her belly above her skirt, she was stunning.
    A flush crept up her throat, exaggerating the mark he’d given her. Possessiveness shot through his soul. He twisted his mouth up at the corner.
    “I can’t believe I’m here with you,” she whispered.
    He nuzzled her throat, unable to get enough of the scent that had driven him crazy all this time. “Why? I’ve been dying to get you here for so long.”
    She shook her head, tangling her fingers in the longer hair on his neck. “Crazy…”
    Sliding a finger beneath the cup of her bra, he caressed the swell of her breast. A puff of air left her and she bowed her back, bringing her mound into his palm. “You’re driving me crazy, Mason.”
    “Good. I intend to do so all night.” And as long into the morning as I can. Reaching beneath her, he located the clasp of her bra. It took him a couple of tries, but he popped it. The fabric loosened and he stripped it off her, throwing it aside.
    He ground his teeth to keep from releasing a bellow of joy. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her breasts were high and full, the tips cherry red. A tiny brown freckle dotted one side and it drew him like a bee to nectar.
    Extending his tongue, he lapped it, holding her gaze. A shudder ran through her and into him. She tore his shirt off and let her hands rove over his chest, shoulders and back. When she reached his nipples, she swirled her fingers over them.
    His cock jerked and he clamped down hard to keep himself from coming. He had to take her soon but first he wanted to watch her come apart.
    He caught her nipple between his lips, pinching it lightly. She moaned and lashed his head to her, holding him prisoner as he licked her nub. It hardened on his tongue. His mouth watered for more. Sucking it gently, he stared up at her face, stunned by her beauty.
    She squeezed her eyes shut in ecstasy, her lips open in an O. The soft pink interior of her mouth almost unmanned him. He released her nipple with a pop and moved to the other, drawing deeply on it. She pressed on his nape.
    “More…”
    He grazed it with his teeth and she bucked. Stealing a look at her face, he was shocked to see her wild expression. Her lips were pulled back over her teeth and her eyes were slits.
    “Please, Mason!”
    Before his control snapped, he had to taste her. And he wasn’t going to go another minute without pulling this skirt off her. He’d wanted to do it long ago and even more so now.
    With deliberate slowness, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the tight skirt and drew it down her hips. She lifted her ass to help him remove it, her tongue moving maddeningly over her lower lip.
    “Fuck, you’re more gorgeous than I ever imagined, Eva.” He stared at the swell of her belly, slightly rounded and feminine as hell. She wore a scrap of black lace that barely covered her mound. A few short curls escaped the fabric, enticing him more than a bare pussy.
    He clamped his hands into fists and sat back on his heels to stare at her. The scents of her arousal flavored the air. His body reacted violently.
    Careful, man. She won’t be able to handle your strong needs. At least not yet.
    Sometimes he walked on the rough side of the vast forest of intimacy. Most women didn’t share his appetites and he often found them walking away after one night with him. He didn’t want that to happen with Eva. If he had to tame his lusts, he’d do so to keep her in his bed.
    He swiftly removed her skirt and stretched out between her thighs. She quaked in his hold as he gripped the string of her thong in his teeth and drew it down her body. When he reached her knees, he finished removing it with his hand, tossing the tiny piece of lace across the room.
    She sank her fingers into his hair.