Page 44 of Vicious Sabotage

Tears suddenly stung at the back of her eyes. Normally, she’d blame it on the bright flames, but how could she deny this longing?

His gaze clung to hers, causing her heart to beat faster and out of rhythm. His fist clenched where it rested on his knee.

Her lips fell open on a soft gasp.

Then he pushed out of his chair. Each step he took to circle the fire toward her, she drowned in desire.

When he extended a hand to her, she clasped it. He pulled her to her feet.

He glanced around at the others. “We’re heading home now.”

They didn’t make it twenty paces from the fire before Carver grabbed her. He locked her in his arms and kissed her until her toes curled in her boots. She threw her arms around his neck, leaned into him and kissed him back with all the fervor scorching through her.

Seven passionate kisses…then eight. And he finally tore away. “I’m driving.”

She put the keys in his hand and allowed him to lead her on unsteady legs to the car.

As he drove, he sent her long looks filled with innuendo that seared her panties right off her body. Need tightened like a vise in her core. Her pussy throbbed and her nipples ached.

Inside her house, he grasped her by the shoulders. “I want you. Now. But I have to check the house first.”

“By the time you get back, I’ll be standing here naked.”

His eyes gave a wicked gleam. “I’ll be thirty seconds.”

“Start countin’, cowboy.”

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Rapid-fire, Carver checked every corner and closet of the house. The burn to get back to Livia and see if she made good on her promise to be naked and ready for him flared strong.

As he exited the bathroom after a sweep of the shower stall, he looked toward the place where he’d left Livia.

His tongue dried out and glued to the roof of his mouth when he spotted her.

Her skin glowed in the faint golden light of the lamp she’d flicked on. She’d tucked her mass of long red hair over her shoulders, leaving nothing to restrict his view of her sexy body.

Curves for days swelled from her breasts, nipped in at her waist and flared again at a pair of hips just made for a man to grip while sinking inside her tight heat.

His cock jerked against his fly, suddenly pounding with need.

“All clear?” She ran her tongue across her bottom lip, leaving a glimmer of wetness he could see from where he stood feet away.

“All clear.” With slow, deliberate steps, he closed the gap between them.

They stood inches apart. His chest heaved with the effort to take this slow. She deserved slow, no matter how much he wanted to throw her down on the bed and fuck her until everyone in Eden, Montana knew his name.

“One of us has on too many clothes.” Her voice sounded as a soft purr that stroked him as if she’d touched him with her hands.

He let his gaze dip over her small, perky breasts. Mouthwatering. “That’s not you.”

She shook her head, hair swishing over her shoulder and caressing her nipple. Under his gaze, it shriveled to a small point.

“Fuck, darlin’. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He gripped the hem of his Badlands T-shirt and whipped it over his head. He tossed it on the couch, but it slid to the floor.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a hint of white fur as the cat came out from behind the couch to loaf on his shirt.

He turned his attention back to Livia. She cut her stare over his chest, across his pecs and down his abs to the waist of his jeans.

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