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It was as if his lustiest dreams had suddenly come to life. Drew was heart-stoppingly sensual. She was panting loudly now, pushing her exposed rear toward him.
A low growl rose in Carr’s throat. How did she expect him to go slowly when she did that?
Taking hold of her hips, he raised her up, placing the tip of his shaft at her core’s entrance—and then he entered her in one slow, deep movement.
Drew’s hoarse cry echoed through the trees.
They shouldn’t really make too much noise, for despite their distance from camp, sounds carried in the night, but Carr was past caring at this point.
She was so hot, so tight, he almost lost control, then and there.
Drew bucked against him, yet he gripped her hips tightly, holding her still as he withdrew almost completely and then plunged into her once more.
He took her like that—in long, hard thrusts—while she writhed and shuddered. Her heat contracted around him, and he felt a rush of wetness as his shaft stroked deep within her.
“Carr,” she gasped, when he thrust deep once more, her voice raw, beseeching. “It’s too much … please stop!”
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Not Enough
TO DREW’S SURPRISE, he halted.
She’d thought him too far gone to listen to her, thought that he’d just continue to plow her until he found his own release—but Carr had heard Drew’s plea, and he stilled, still buried deep inside her.
Suddenly, the only noise in the oak wood, besides the whistling of the wind and the creak of branches, was their rough breathing.
An ache rose in Drew’s breast then, as disappointment filtered through her. It had been too intense; she’d been on the brink of losing control. But now that he’d stilled, she wanted him to ignore her—to plow her until she fainted.
He didn’t say a word, slowly withdrawing from her.
Drew’s throat thickened at the feeling of loss. How she loved having him inside her. When he’d first entered her, his size had been a shock. Her husband had never stretched her like that, had never turned her loins molten.
Drew closed her eyes, tears stinging her eyelids.
Goose,she chided herself.Yer one chance to let go, and ye have ruined it.
Yet, Carr didn’t release her and step away, as she’d expected. Instead, he gently turned her around to face him.
Moments slid by, and then he took hold of her chin and lifted it so that their gazes met. Drew’s breathing caught; the fierce look of tenderness and desire that played across his shadowed features was almost too much to bear.
“Do ye trust me, Drew?” he asked, his voice husky now.
“Aye,” she whispered.
“Tell me what ye want, and I’ll do as ye wish.”
Drew swallowed, her heart galloping as the pad of his thumb softly traced her lower lip. He was giving her the chance to end this, if that was what she truly wanted. He was letting her choose.
“Carr,” she breathed his name, reaching up and tracing his jaw with a trembling hand. For one night she needed to be wild and reckless—to let go. “Claim me,” she whispered.
Carr’s breathing caught, and for an instant he went still. And then he moved.
He gathered her up and took two steps forward, bringing her hard up against the oak trunk. He then kneed her trembling thighs apart and drove into her.
And this time, as he did so, his mouth claimed hers.
He kissed her wildly; his lips and tongue ravaging, demanding.
