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Wren had no idea where they were going, but Dane’s hand in hers, her fingers linked with his, gave her all the reassurance she needed. All that mattered was that Dane was back in H-Town for her. She knew this now, as well as she knew her own name.
He’dchosenher.
This smart, hot, crazy-sexy man had opted to stick and stay. For her. The thought made her breath hitch, her lungs contract, and her stomach squirm.
“Breathe, sweetheart.”
Dane’s calm command had her hauling in some much-needed air, and she felt her heart rate settle a little; instead of being at a gallop, it was now only sprinting. “Shall we talk?” she asked, her voice jerky. “I feel like we should talk.”
He looked at her, his gaze tender. “We’re going to talk, Wren, I promise.”
Dane led her down Main Street, veered left, and walked her down the path to the community center, to the door leading to the dance studio. He punched in the code to unlock the door, pushed it open, pulling her inside the dark room.
“I know we have things to say, but I need to kiss you first,” he told her, yanking her into his arms as the door closed behind them.
Samezies.
Since first seeing him, back on the log, looking masculine and so damn hot she felt her panties melting. In a fast, so fast, movement, his one hand captured the back of her head, his fingers pushed into her back, and then he was kissing her…
No, that was too tame a word. Devouring her, inhaling her, they all worked. Wren wound her arms around his neck, gratefully accepting his hard kiss, his tongue winding around hers, his hard chest flattening her breasts. Needing more, she pushed closer, desperate to climb inside him. She tasted his groan and sighed when his hand came up to hold her breast, his thumb sliding over her already hard nipple. Ribbons of intensity spread through her, and she pulled his shirt out of his pants, desperate for skin, desperate forhim.
His thick cock, long, hard, full, ground into her, and she tipped her hips to increase the contact, her panties soaking and her breath harsh in her throat. Dane seemed equally out of control, his hand clumsily unbuckling her belt, dropping it to the wooden floor and he lifted her shirt to find her stomach, the band of her skirt. His hand skated around her hips and dipped under the cord of her thong, palming her ass, bending his knees to push between her legs, skating her folds.
He wrenched his mouth off hers and groaned. “God, you are so wet.”
“Don’t you dare stop kissing me,” she muttered, standing on her tiptoes to reach his mouth.
Instead of kissing her, he made his way down her jaw to her neck, his tongue painting her skin with dirty words and hot kisses. “I need you so damn much, Wren,” he said, every word coated with frustrated longing.
She turned her head, saw the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and bit her lip. Could they, quickly? The window was tinted, and she doubted anyone would see anything, not with the lights off and her long flowing shirt. Feeling naughty, and free, and utterly at the mercy of her feelings for him, she fumbled to open his belt. He tangled their hands together, and when his eyes met hers, they were wide. Excited but cautious.
He swallowed and licked his lips. “You’re not really thinking?—”
Her grin was naughty. “We can if we’re quick.”
He kissed her softly, reverently. “Sweetheart, if I get inside you, I’m not going to be anythingbutquick. But I think you deserve better than being taken against the studio wall?—”
“I’ve had fantasies about making love to you here, like this. And I deserveyou, right here, right now,” Wren told him, managing to slide down his zipper. She pulled open his pants, dug her fingers beneath the band of his underwear, and pulled them down. His cock, free, sprang forward, and she wrapped her hand around him.
She tipped her face up to grin at a still shellshocked Dane. “I’m gonna need your help here, Hot Doc.”
Dane, always quick to react, snaked his hand under her skirt and skimmed her clit with his clever fingers, hitting the spot with dexterity. Wren released a tiny scream and rocked against his fingers. “Need you, need you, need you,” she chanted. “Pull my panties aside.”
Dane lifted her, easily, and her legs gripped his waist. She pulled out her skirt caught between them, and then he was there, his tip probing her folds. Wiggling a little, God, that felt so good, she pushed forward at the same time he did, and then he was in her, filling her, every part of her now a part of him.
Dane rocked against her, and Wren whimpered as she climbed up and up. This was going to be fast and hot. Dane rotated his hips, hit another spot deep inside her, and Wren released a low groan.
“You need to come, sweetheart, I can’t … you … fuck,this.Us.I’m so close.”
Wren rocked into him, felt that exquisite build-up, and pulled back to look into his gorgeous face. His eyes were closed, all his concentration on holding back. She was his priority, she knew this as well as she knew H-Town, Poppy, and her own signature. He might even love her…
Dane opened his eyes, and in that light blue, aqua with passion, she saw the essence of him … calm, stoic, but not unfeeling. Complex, lovely, kind …good. Trustworthy.
Someone as crazy about her as she was about him.
Staring into his eyes, into his soul, Wren felt her body fall apart, the exquisite crash, the splintering of her mind and body, that little death. Dane came hard, rocking into her, his groan dropping between them, but, like her, he didn’t drop his eyes, didn’t look away.
