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“What are you doing?” I smacked my hand against his chest, shaking my head from seeing the wide grin on his face. He could be the most difficult man I’d ever known, but he could also be extremely playful.

The combination kept my mind at odds.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, cradling me against him.

He truly thought he could tame me. What were the odds that was possible? And why was it that I wanted him to try?

“You are a terrible man. You should know better than to sneak up on a woman like that.”

“Sneak up. This is my house. My pool. I’m not in a habit of sneaking up on anyone.”

He swung me around again while the water lapped over us. In the shimmer of the moon, his features were more pronounced.

I felt comfortable in his arms, protected. He would never allow anything to happen to me. The man was also fighting demons furrowing deep inside. The two of us had been brought together by tragedy, drawn together by my curiosity and entangled by a series of emotions neither one of us could control.

In truth, I’d never wanted to be as close to anyone as I did with him. Never.

His smile slowly faded as he eased me to my feet, one hand cupping my jaw while he slipped his arm around my waist. I was light on my feet as he jerked me close, crushing the full weight of his body against mine, but in the water, we were equals.

Only he was a giant even though I was standing on my toes. I rolled my palms up and over his shoulders, clasping my fingers together. His hold was so possessive, but I adored his actions and the way his fingers dug into my skin.

As he lowered his head, the tickling sensations from his hot breath created a swooning moment. We were out under the stars, the almost full moon creating a stunning light show. Warm breeze tickled our skin, tousling our hair and creating goosebumps at least on my arms. His were too rugged, toomuscular to display the hint of chill in the air even on a perfect humid night.

In being with him, I could allow a little of the world to fade away, content with understanding that I couldn’t control everything, including portions of my own destiny. I’d tried so hard to keep everything in order, but the messiness was everything I’d craved.

And everything I found in letting go with this man.

This handsome, dangerous, powerful man.

I was thrown into another moment of being completely lightheaded when he crushed his mouth over mine. The holding pattern was scintillating, awakening every sense, including ones I hadn’t known I had.

He lifted me off my feet and without needing to be told what to do, I wrapped both legs around his. He spun us around once again and the way his cock pressed against my stomach formed several circles of light in front of my eyes.

Teasing him, I pushed the tip of my tongue against his lips, but he was having none of my trying to take control. When he thrust his tongue all the way inside, I moaned into the kiss. I’d never felt so light, so on air as I did at that moment.

The kiss became a passionate roar as his actions became rougher, needier.

I tangled my fingers in his hair as he explored every centimeter of my mouth. When he finally broke the kiss, I was far too lightheaded to do anything but take deep breaths. He pressed his forehead against mine while rubbing his hand down my back. Tiny prickles of electricity tumbled through every muscle straight into my core.

I was on fire, every muscle aching with need and longing. His chest rose and fell, his cock throbbing as it tickled my stomach.

“God, what you do to me.”

“What do I do?”

He lifted his head, his eyes hooded. “Make me fucking crazy.”

I slipped my hand between us, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft, the tiny whimper escaping my throat bringing another smile to his face. I rolled my hand up and down until I created friction.

“Crazy, huh?” My murmur was barely audible, but he heard every syllable.

“Be careful or I’ll need to teach you all over again who’s boss.”

“You just think you are.” I squeezed his cockhead until he let out a rough growl. Now the look in his eye was primal, a man whose hunger knew no bounds.

“I know I am.” He grabbed my fingers, squeezing them while guiding the tip between my legs. As he rolled his cockhead up and down my slickened folds, I threw my head back, studying the sky as several breathless moans slipped past my lips.

He didn’t waste any time. The moment he thrust the entire length of his cock inside I let out a sharp cry. Without hesitation, he fisted my hair, forcing me to stare into his eyes. He shifted his hips back and forth until he was fully seated inside before pulling almost all the way out.