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force field around him was so intense she literally felt it in her bones.
    As he nuzzled her ear, he traced his fingers over her thigh. “No skirt today. Afraid I’d take advantage of it?”
    Damn right. She was wearing jeans and long sleeves and a jacket. She would have worn a chastity belt if she had one. It was inviting disaster to wear a skirt.
    After a couple of seconds passed by, he whispered casually, “So tell me, baby, did you wax your pussy?”
    Christy turned around so fast she almost got whiplash. “Oh. My. God. You didn’t say that to me.”
    “What? Just making conversation,” he said, shrugging his shoulders and keeping his face blank. She saw a smile tugging at his lips though.
    She poked him in his chest, trying her damnedest to keep her tone low. “And that’s something else I don’t take kindly to, mister. ‘Wax it, or I won’t fuck you,’” she said, imitating his baritone. “Jesus.”
    “So I take it that’s a no?”
    Her smile was all teeth. “What do you think?” God, the guy was infuriating. She poked him again and whispered irately, “And so that you know, I don’t have a jungle down there. My pubic hair is nicely trimmed.”
    He grabbed her poking finger and, chuckling, brought her back to his chest, wrapping his arms around her to keep her in place. “I know, sweet thing. I had my hand up your skirt, remember? You’re perfect, but I want you bare. And you are gonna love it.”
    She snorted. “I doubt it. Waxing hurts.”
    “I’d kiss it better afterward, babe. I promise. I’ll rake my teeth over the smooth skin and lick every inch of your sweet pussy all night long until you’re dizzy from coming and beg me to stop. Your folds will be so sensitive the smallest friction will set you off.”
    Sure, like she needed any help in that department with him around.
    Shivering at the image his words were conjuring in her mind, she tried to wrestle back control of the conversation. “Whatever. Moot point now that my…ladyscaping isn’t to your liking. I reckon you won’t be fucking me tonight.”
    She felt his smile against her skin. “Oh, honey, make no mistake. Hair, no hair, your pussy is mine tonight. You are mine tonight.” He nuzzled her throat. “Such a pity you’re wearing jeans. With a skirt I could slip my hand under it and make you come right here. I’d cover you with a blanket, and with your body bracketed by my legs, no one would notice. You could watch as the fireworks explode in the sky and inside you. Would you like that? I would, babe. It was so fucking hard to walk away from you yesterday. I can still feel your tiny pussy sucking my fingers in like a greedy mouth. I can’t wait to feel that around my cock. And my tongue.” His voice, low and raspy, was full of dark promise.
    Oh God. This was getting out of hand. She must have been crazy to even think for a second that she could take him on. She couldn’t. He was taking them into a zone she didn’t even have a name for, although if the response of her body was anything to go by, then this was what other people called falling in lust.
    She was flushed to her very core, her heartbeat trip-hammering, her mind spinning out of control. Her folds felt swollen and dripping wet. Her nipples were so hard that contact with her bra was uncomfortable. And technically he hadn’t touched her yet. His words, his heavy presence around her were enough to send her careening into a sexual frenzy. She didn’t need any more foreplay. Two more seconds of that and she was going to come.
    She nervously looked around. It was close to eleven p.m., but this was a bring-the-kiddos event, a family picnic for Christ’s sake. They couldn’t be having this conversation here. She’d spontaneously orgasm from his words alone and treat some poor innocent kid to her own version of an epileptic episode.
    “We need to talk. You and me. Somewhere with less sound and more privacy,” she said, scrambling to her feet.
    The guy was