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His eyes went soft as they touched all over my face, his calloused thumb sweeping over my neck until chills ricocheted across my skin and my breath came in pants.

“What are you saying, Holly?” The hope in his voice was nearly my undoing. I could feel his hard bulge beneath me, prodding at my core through our clothes.

But I understood he needed clarity. I hadn’t forgotten his doubts from that first day. The way he saw himself as less than desirable.

He was so damn wrong.

“I’m saying… let’s make it real.” I started unbuttoning his shirt, making quick work of it. “Right here, under the stars. Let our bodies say everything we already feel.”

Parting his shirt down the middle, I found his chest. He was thick with padded muscle, and covered with a smattering of hair. Dark red like the color of his beard. Freckles dotted his shoulders and I had the urge to lick each one with my tongue.

Lower, his tummy rounded slightly before his waist, where a trail of fiery hair disappeared beneath his jeans. I wanted what was hidden there. Wanted him buried inside me.

I pulled my lip between my teeth to hold in a moan.

“Holly…” There was a warning in his tone, but I ignored it, my hands sliding down his chest, finally feeling his softness. He was like home. Comforting.

I buried my face there, breathing in the scent of his skin, trying to maintain control. I was out of my mind for him.

“I want you so much,” I whispered against him, my lips brushing kisses over his chest.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“Please…”

“Baby, I need…”

“What? What do you need?” I would give it to him. In a heartbeat.

His hand on my chin gently guided my gaze up to his lust ridden one.

“I need you to take off your pretty dress,” he rumbled darkly. “Because if I do it, I’m going to rip it down the middle and ruin it.”

“Ever the gentleman.” I grinned, unable to keep from teasing him as I shifted the skirt up my hips.

“I don’t know,” he sighed, watching me wiggle out of my dress. “I’m about to do some very ungentlemanly things with your body.”

“Please and thank you.”

Chapter Eight

Austin

She didn’t have to ask me twice.

I was fully fucking on board with finishing what we’d started tonight. And after the way she looked at me after that kiss, as she straddled my waist… I was done for.

I want you so much.

I’d only dreamed of her saying those words to me. But in reality it was a million times better. Because of those expressive eyes and her adoring touch. My god, I could die tomorrow and I’d be happy with the way my life turned out.

Except no, because I wanted to spend a whole fucking lot of it with her. Making her happy.

When her dress was free of her head, she leaned back and I got a good look at my beautiful girl.

A lacy black bra hugged her perfect tits, and I didn’t miss how her nipples jutted from the fabric. They probably ached right now. Needy little things.

Soon, I would take good care of them.

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