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Then, in a slow, calculated move, she stood on tiptoes and brushed her lips on the pulse point of his throat, flicking her tongue on his skin.
    “I thought.” He stopped talking.
    She planted little kisses down his chest. “Do we have to discuss this now?” she whispered.
    “You brought it up.”
    “I don’t care for fancy restaurants.”
    Carter grabbed her shoulders and widened the distance between them. “That still doesn’t answer my question, Kelli.”
    Feeling frisky and coy, she narrowed her eyes. “What was your question? I got a little distracted by the topic of our dinner.”
    His finger journeyed to the delicate curve of her collarbone, and then slid to her breastbone. Another layer of goose bumps covered the earlier ones. His hand glided a path down to her tingling breasts along the border of the V-neckline. His knuckles brushed her right breast. “What do you want me to do?”
    Kelli swallowed the urge to scream for him to take her.
    “Say it, Kelli,” he murmured. “Tell me what you want.” He bent and kissed the exposed flesh between her breasts. Now, both his hands traced the plunging neckline.
    His whispered encouragement was like a beacon to her desire. Their gaze collided. She conveyed what burned inside her. “Make love to me, Carter. Make me want only you.”
    Carter slipped the material off her shoulders and down her arms. He let her dress fall to the floor and pool around her feet. She stood before him in a thong and bra. His strong, steady fingers skimmed over the skin down her arms. In no time at all, he unfastened the hooks on her bra, exposing her breasts to his waiting eyes, which feasted on her flesh, but Kelli didn’t flinch. His fingernails slightly scored her thighs. Her arousal burned just under the surface of her skin. Seconds passed before he removed her panties.
    A sudden heat of embarrassment burned her from her neck to her cheeks. Most likely, her skin was a deep crimson color. Carter stepped back and examined her body. She yearned to fold her arms over her naked flesh to hide herself from his penetrating gaze. “Okay, that’s enough.” She looked around for something to cover her body. The awkward moment changed the charged, tingling arousal to a cool chill.
    “No.” His hands gripped her shoulders and held her in place. “You have a beautiful body,” he whispered, and then took a step toward her, closing the short gap between them.
    “It’s not fair that you still have on your jeans, and I’m totally naked.” She hoped her words sounded light and playful. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her. The heat of his skin next to hers warmed the chill. She rested her head on his hard chest and began rubbing her cheeks against the sparse growth of hair that tickled her nose.
    “Is that better?”
    “Mmmm,” she purred. Carter’s roughened fingertips passed over her back to her hips. “…a little.”
    “What would make it better?” he asked softly. His fingertips ventured down over her hips to the rounded flesh of her ass. “Maybe this?”
    He grabbed her right knee and placed it on the curve of his hip. She looked at him with curiosity. Before she had a chance to ask him what he planned to do, he slipped his finger inside her. Gasping with pleasure, she grabbed his shoulders and her hips pushed up to meet the demands of his invasion. When he used two fingers to open the lips of her wet pussy, she stifled a moan against his chest. He pumped his fingers into her, filling her, wetting her more. She tried hard to hold back, to fight her loss of control, but she failed. Through her lashes, she saw that Carter also battled to keep control of his own reactions. Still, he was relentless.
    “Give it all to me, Kelli.” He demanded. His fingers entered her and withdrew, repeating the movement over and over until she thought she would pass out from the pleasure. Dizzy, she hung to reality by a thread. She was so wet with her need for him, soaked actually, that she