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Actually, maybe we could stop somewhere, get you a cowboy hat and some boots, so you can have
the full experience.”
Her blush remains, but there’s a glint of interest in her eyes. Good. We’re damn well going to
enact that little scenario. Over and over.
“What kind of outfit would you wear?” she asks, looking intrigued.
I let the laughter roll, dropping my head on her shoulder. “Baby, I’ll wear any damn outfit you
want. I promise.”
Her hand cups the back of my head. “So you…you want me, then?” The hesitancy in her voice
sends rage through me. I’ve fucked this up already, obviously, if she can’t see how amazing she is.
And how head over heels I am for her.
I rear back, frowning at her. “Why the fuck would you think I don’t?”
She scowls right back and throws her arms out. She drops between my legs, ass to the concrete.
Turtled, she tries to climb out, but I swing one of her legs over my head and down to my hip, so she’s
straddling me, then pull her up straight on top of my rock-hard cock. Let’s see her try to deny I want
her now.
She freezes, then very carefully tilts her chin down to me. This was such a stupid idea. Now that
I’ve got her on me, I can’t remember what the hell we were talking about. She feels too good, and I
think I’m about to blow imagining getting her naked and back in this position.
“Umm…what are we doing?” she asks. My eyes are locked on her chest, that magnificent chest,
moving in rhythm with her rapid breaths.
“I have no idea,” I breathe, mentally imagining my clothes covered in fur, trying to calm the fuck
down. Only it’s not working. I’m pretty sure I’m sitting in a puddle of dog piss. There’s fur on me
already, and I don’t even care.
I am such a goner.
She moves. Just the tiniest flex of her hips, and I groan. I band my arms around her back and pull
her down on me, making sure she can’t move.
“Don’t torture me. I’m a man on the fucking verge.”
“You do want me,” she says, a hint of glee in her voice.
I snort and roll my eyes. “Of course I want you. I wanted you when you wore ugly dresses. I
wanted you in those fucking shoes. I wanted you when you looked like a fucking lobster. This is not
