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“Okay,” she says breathlessly.

I tilt my head and press my lips to hers. The warmth of her kiss hits me first, followed by the taste—a blend of the wine’s sweetness and her lip gloss that I swear is something berry mixed with flowers. Fuck this, I need a deeper taste.

I growl as I pull her up my body and take her mouth deeper. She squeaks and opens her mouth. My tongue plunges in andtakes over. Her tongue tentatively touches mine, and the action instantly makes my cock hard. I could drill her to the wall right here.

I deepen the kiss even further. When her fingers grip the hair at the back of head, pulling me closer, I’m sure I’ve got her now. I pull back and find her lips are plumper from the blood rushing to them, making them look pinker. For a moment, I wonder if her pussy fills with color like that too.

“Little vixen, if I don’t get you out of here now, I’m going to embarrass us both, and I don’t want anyone to see you that way.”

“Please,” she begs as she slowly opens her eyes.

I set her down and make sure she’s secure on her feet before I lead her from the bar, which is cheering from our display. She’s blushing and hiding her face. I walk out, and she points across the street to the motel.

“My car is over there,” her sweet voice says.

I slide my tongue along my lips, getting another taste of her. I’m torn right now. I want her, but I don’t want her to think it’s just for a quick fuck. The more I taste of her, my body wants more than usual.

Yeah, I’m a bit of a man whore. I won’t deny it. I pick up girls on a general basis. Unlike my brother, and now my cousin Rowdy, I don’t have a woman or responsibilities. I just want to fuck the next willing pussy. But Lyn isn’t that. She’s something more, and I knew it when she walked in.

She rocked me to the core of my being. Now I’m floundering in doubt.

Chapter Two

LYNAE

Doubt crosses his face, and I wonder if I did something wrong. All of my insecurities rush forward, making me want to run and hide.

“If you don’t want to do this anymore, I completely understand.” I give him the out he needs.

He turns me to face him and wraps his large, muscular arms around me. My hands land on his flexed pecs. He’s stacked with muscles, almost as sexy as the dark scruff on his face. His short, dark hair is trimmed close, along with his mustache. I’ve never kissed a man with facial hair before, and the tickle was almost more than I could stand. It turned me on, and I squirm again, imagining that beard sliding across my body in other areas.

Areas I’ve only read about in books. Not that Sayler had ever tried any of those things with me. He was what the books called a selfish lover. He’d wanted me to go down on him. The one time I tried, he forced it into my mouth until I choked and threw up. He got mad and yanked on my hair.

“Vixen, I’m trying to be a kind of gentleman here. I want to take you somewhere for dinner to get to know you. But I also want to see you writhing around with my cock deep inside your tight, little body.” His dirty words do the trick.

“I know what I want.” I drag him across the street to my room.

The door slams shut behind us, and he lifts me, twisting me around to press my back against it. I instinctively wrap around him, and he leans in close. I’m not scared of him. Something deep inside me trusts this man. I like him. His kind blue eyes make me feel at ease.

“Listen up, little vixen. I’ll give you what you want right now, but this isn’t just a one and done. I’m not doing that with you.” His voice is serious, and I focus on his throat as I nod, making sure he doesn’t see the lie in my eyes.

“Okay.”

I’m glad I only have one bag, and that I didn’t really unpack. I’ll slip out and get away before he knows it. I want this. One and done is all I’m capable of right now.

He leans in and kisses me again, making my toes curl in a way I’ve never felt. Butterflies erupt in my belly, and I know if I were different—if things were different—I’d give him a chance.

He pulls back and slides his scruff down my neck as he kisses and licks my skin. I feel a pull just below my ear and hope he’s not marking me. When he reaches my cleavage, he sucks on the inside of my breast, really marking it. I thump my head against the door, loving the feel of his mouth against my skin. His hands are working their way up my legs wrapped around his hips. He pulls back and looks down when he reaches my panties.

“Fucking white virginal panties.” He groans.

“I’m not a virgin,” I clarify so he doesn’t worry.

“Wouldn’t have changed my mind, Lyn. I’m keeping you now. That little, wet spot and these panties sealed your fate.”

I’m confused by his words, but I’m soon distracted when his long finger drags over the damp spot on my panties. I moan long and loud.

“That feels so good.”

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