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inside her. He buried his mouth against her throat, biting
her gently as he came, leaving territorial marks of his own.

    Reed woke later to the blissful sensation of
wet heat sliding up and down his cock. He groaned when she licked
the head of his shaft before sucking again. He closed his eyes as
she took care of him. Considering she’d never done it before, his
girl had talent.
    His eyes popped open at the thought. “No,” he
said harshly, and she froze. He’d been talking to himself, denying
that she was “his” girl. Beth wasn’t his and never would be. Once
the weather cleared, and Wyndam was done with his documentary,
she’d be gone forever. A groan of reluctance left him when she
withdrew her mouth, and he frowned at the uncertainty in her
voice.
    “I’m sorry if I did something wrong.” She
sounded shaky, and a touch shy, when she added, “I just wanted to
give you some of what you gave me.”
    “You didn’t do nothing wrong, Beth.” He
reached for her, drawing her close for a deep kiss before speaking
again. “You were doin’ a good job. Too good. I didn’t wanna come in
your mouth.”
    “Oh.” She slid across him, straddling him
with her opening poised over the head of his shaft. “Do you want to
come somewhere else then?”
    With a growl, he cupped her ass in his hands,
pushing her down on him forcefully, but with care to ensure he
didn’t hurt her tender passageway. “That’s the spot.” He thrust
against her as she rode him, his hands guiding her movements as he
surged deeply inside her, making her moan and cry out.
    Her pussy tightened around him just before
she came, and he gritted his teeth to hold on to his own release so
she could let go first. She cried his name in a breathless way that
sent a pang through his chest. As he spilled his seed inside her,
he couldn’t deny the knowledge that he wanted to claim her, to make
her his woman.
    It was only after the euphoria faded that he
remembered all the reasons that couldn’t happen. Pulling her
against him, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he hoped she
was thinking of all those reasons too. The last thing he needed was
to have to discourage her from having feelings for him. It was
difficult enough forcing himself to keep a distance without having
to worry about her emotions too.

Chapter Six
    He’d left more than a few marks on her in the
past few days, Beth thought with a pleased smile, eyeing the
hickeys, scratches, and light bruises garnered from vigorous sex.
He couldn’t seem to help himself, as though driven to leave his
mark on her. It felt possessive and territorial, and she loved it,
even though it wasn’t politically correct to think that way.
    Still standing in front of the mirror, she
zipped her pants and reached for a sweater. It was the first time
in three days, since the night she’d become his lover, that she’d
had any reason to dress or get out of bed for more than a few
minutes. The weather had raged on for most of the time, making it
impossible for her father and his crew to arrive. They’d taken
advantage of the interlude to get better acquainted.
    At least physically, she thought with a small
sigh, as she slipped on her sweater. She knew every inch of Reed’s
body by now, and had a fair idea how to drive him wild, but she was
no closer to knowing the man. He didn’t rebuff her questions so
harshly now, but he didn’t answer either. She’d talked and chatted,
telling him every inane detail of her life in hopes he would open
up, but she’d gotten nothing. “Blue,” she muttered. He’d told her
his favorite color yesterday. What a breakthrough.
    He was waiting for her in the kitchen, having
promised her a walk. Actually, having insisted she get out of his
bed, leave the roaring fire, and come with him so she could get
some exercise. He’d ignored her protests that she’d gotten a lot of
exercise the past few days, before admitting that he’d never get
out and see to the chores if he knew she