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I wrap my arms around his neck and give myself over to the kiss.

We lose ourselves in each other. I don't think about Dottie or Nick or Leo. There’s only Granger and the need for his touch. I’m like a wild animal lost in a mating frenzy.

"Fuck," he growls against my lips as he lifts me into his strong arms.

My hands close around his biceps, just like I've dreamed about more times than I’ll ever admit. Years of working in the fields have carved thick cords of muscle beneath his skin, and I run my fingertips over every hard-earned ridge and valley.

I wrap my legs around his waist and moan loudly as his mouth finds the sensitive spot behind my ear. He works his way down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake, and I let my head fall back against the boulder.

“Granger, please.”

A low chuckle rumbles against my skin as his mouth dips between my breasts. Every nerve ending in my body lights up, wanting his mouth on my nipple.

Instead, he comes up for air and presses his forehead to mine, his eyes closed.

"We can stop," he says roughly, even as his fingers slide into the elastic of my panties.

"No. Please don't stop," I beg.

Granger pulls back, opening his eyes to look at me.

I swallow hard as his fingers travel over my mound, and he bites his lip when he gets to the top of my slit. My chest heaves as I stare at him, waiting to see what he does next.

He grins and closes his eyes as his fingers slide through my slick heat.

"Oh, oh," I pant as he grazes my clit.

I buck my hips, desperate for more, apparently turning into the wanton hussy my grandmother always warned me I might become. She was old school—no sex before marriage. Somehow, despite years of fantasies that would have made Grandma clutch her pearls, I've actually followed that particular rule.

So far.

"Did our near-death experience get you this wet, or is this all for me?" Granger asks as he buries his face against my neck.

"Fifty-fifty," I manage.

Granger chuckles against my skin.

His fingers slide along my soaked pussy, teasing me with slow circles against the hard bundle of nerves at the top of my slit before he presses inside me.

I grip his shoulders, my entire body heating with pleasure as I ride his fingers.

My nipples tighten beneath my shirt, every brush of fabric adding to the delicious ache.

There’s no time to take this slowly. We’re out in the open, in the middle of the forest, where anyone—or anything—could be watching us.

And I don’t care.

It’s reckless. It’s dirty. It’s raw.

It’s perfect.

"Oh God. Yes, yes, yes!" I cry as he adds a second finger, his thumb working my clit with firm strokes that send tingles all the way to my toes.

I hook my hands inside the collar of his shirt and dig my nails into his shoulders. His answering moan sends another rush of heat through me.

"Do you know how beautiful you are, Toto?" Granger whispers hotly.

I gasp, wanting so badly to believe him.