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I barely know him, seen him less than a handful of times, yet he makes me react like this. Can you imagine what he can do once he gets his hands on me?

I feel his heat against my side, and I catch his scent—a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely him. My body reacts instantly to his proximity, my skin tingling where his warmth radiates.

Opening my eyes, I seen his black cuffed boots next to my brown sandaled feet.

“Why are you running from me? You know I will catch you, hell you want me to catch you, baby. I see how you look at me. How you react when I am close to you.” I bring my gaze up to his ready to say something, but he covers my mouth with his own, shocking me.

He takes advantage of my shock, slipping his tongue into my mouth.

He tastes of beer, and BBQ.

As if they have a mind of their own my hands move up his forearms, biceps, then his shoulders, ending up around to his neck, my mouth fused to his as he devours me.

The kiss is soft at first, his tongue lapping along with mine.

The growls and grunts of desire that come from him are making my panties wet, and uncomfortable.

A tsunami of ecstasy rolls through me from this one kiss. I have never been kissed like this before, and damn, I want more. I do not know what it is about this man but he does something to me that makes me want more.

He ends the kiss, keeping his hands on my hips, the heat from them searing me through the material of my clothing.

The heat in his eyes tells me that he enjoyed that kiss as much as I did. Well, that and the big freaking bulge in his pants. Holy Moley.

A sound leaves his throat, my gaze snapping back to his.

I blink, then remember my grandfather.

“He went inside before I came to you. He saw nothing, but Peter is not a stupid man, Mads. Now, as much as I want tofucking devour every single goddamn inch of you, I need to get going.” I push down the disappointment, confused that I feel that way.

“Be warned, baby. I am coming for a date.” He kisses the corner of my mouth then he is gone.

Leaving me standing stupefied in the driveway as he crosses the street, his sexy swagger causes fire to run through my veins.

What the hell is this man doing to me?

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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Wiping sweat from my face and neck, the Arizona sun blazing down, I feel the heat searing through my skin. My body is hot, but not just because of the sun—it's because of Madalyn. Images of her and the memory of her mouth against mine ignite something deep within me, a fire that I can't seem to quell.

Her mouth is mine.

The way her lips moved when I kissed her, her tongue tangling with mine sets my fucking balls on fire, and my cock filling with need to be in her. The thought of her lips wrapped around the head of my cock has me thickening in my jeans.

I want to hear her moan like she did with that kiss, as my cock fills her over and over again, until her orgasm takes over and she screams my name.

Everything in me is fighting the urge to go to her and plunge myself into her heat, making her mine.

I reach down and adjust my dick, then walk across the garage lot, to get back to work. I have three cars on my dock today that I need to get done.

I whistle. All three dogs lift their heads from their positions, out in the sun and I know that they are getting too hot, but they take their job seriously. Too much at times, like today.

A customer was irate earlier this morning over his invoice and refused to pay. Things got a little heated, but Savage stepped in and things cooled down real fucking fast, especially when the fucker saw my dogs close.

“Under the shade,” I command to them with a click of my fingers.

Zeus moves first, then the other two follow, but I see Ares looking at the gate, a little too long, so I check for any danger but see nothing. My baby girl Charm nudges his side, forcing his attention back on me.

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