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  “The critters are coming out. Want to make out in the tent?” he teased with a wink.

  “Something like that,” I countered back, causing another sexy growl of his.

  GOD, THIS WOMAN was going to make me crazy. When she flirted, it was adorable and sexy as hell at the same time. I could tell that she wasn’t used to this sort of thing, but she was good at it nonetheless.

  I climbed into the tent after her, zipping it up behind me. When I turned to look at her, she was already lying on one of the sleeping bags on her side, gazing up at me.

  “Are you cold?”

  “A little bit. Come here and warm me up,” she commanded breathlessly.

  I crawled to where she was and stretched out beside her, lying so we were facing each other. She leaned towards me and softly kissed me on the lips.

  “It’s been a long time,” she whispered. “But I want to do this with you.”

  My dick hardened at the thought of Lia naked. She was a damn goddess.

  “Are you sure?” I asked her. “We’ve only known each other a few days.”

  “Believe me, Cale. I’m sure. Don’t worry. I’m on the pill and haven’t been with anyone in a very long time. I know I’m clean. I want this so badly.” She brought her bottom lip into her mouth, capturing it between her teeth.

  “I’m clean too,” I told her.

  Then I groaned and leaned over to suck that lip into my own mouth. She tasted sweet, like marshmallows. I nibbled at that lip, showing her that I liked the taste. She moaned as she pulled me on top of her.

  I continued to kiss, suck, and nibble on her lips and tongue. Her body was squirming with need beneath me and she was whining, “Please,” over and over again.

  I slid one of my hands to the waistband of her jeans and then slipped it up underneath her hoodie towards her breast. Her breasts were full and swollen, begging for my touch.

  My thumb grazed her nipple through her bra and she moaned, “Oh, God.” I continued kissing her but broke the kiss to pull her sweatshirt up over her head, leaving her in just her black lace bra. She was ethereal-looking, glowing in the light leftover from our fire.

  Reaching behind her, I unhooked her bra and slowly pulled it away. She was watching me with hooded eyes. When I leaned down and tasted one of her perfect breasts, she cried out in pleasure so loudly that I thought I might come in my jeans right then. Needing to cool my dick off, I took a moment to remove my own hoodie, enjoying the cool air on my body. I bowed forward again, sucking her nipple between my teeth. She arched her back in sheer bliss.

  I was a fair man, so I gave her other breast some attention too. By the time I began removing her jeans, she was panting wildly.

  Damn, this woman is going to orgasm from me just touching her breasts. Wait till she sees what I have planned next.

  I unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them, and, with agonizingly slow speed, pulled each pant leg off. She was lying there in nothing but some sexy-as-hell lace panties.

  After situating myself between her legs, I urged each one of them over my shoulders. She groaned in anticipation. I knew what my girl wanted. I ran my tongue over the lace of her panties and she jumped with the intense pleasure of the contact with her hot spot. Several more times of this later, she was begging me to take her panties off. Complying, I slowly slid them down her legs, causing her to shiver. This time when I dragged my tongue across the very same area, she moaned loudly with need. With my fingers, I spread her apart, giving me access to her clit. The woman tasted so fucking sweet. I licked and sucked, wanting nothing more than for her to come into my mouth. My two fingers slipped easily into her very wet core, drawing forth another loud moan.

  “Cale!” she half-shouted. I continued working her G-spot with my fingers while sucking her clit at the same time. She came with an earth-shattering scream. “Cale!”

  I sat up on my knees and undid my jeans, pushing them down. My dick bounced out, ready to play. She watched me remove my jeans the rest of the way and pulled a finger into her mouth, sucking. Now it was my turn to groan.

  My tip teased her entrance, eliciting more begging from her. I slowly eased it in some to cover it with her wetness before pulling it out again. Doing this once more, I felt that my size was an issue but soon could sense her tightness stretching to accommodate me. We made eye contact as I grabbed her hips and thrust into her, which prompted her to wail in pleasure. She felt so damn good. This woman was unlike all the rest—unique—and I’d be hell bent if I didn’t get to spend more time with her.

  Leaning forward, I pulled her mouth to mine, kissing her roughly. I pounded into her hard and fast, our bodies making a sweaty, slapping melody that was uniquely ours. She started panting loudly again, about to come once more.

  With her nails digging into my shoulders, I could feel my own orgasm build. As her moaning got louder and I knew she was at the edge of tipping over, I let out my own hot release inside her. I groaned once more as the rest of my orgasm trickled into her. She screamed out my name again before relaxing beneath me.

  “Lia, you have me under your spell,” I whispered into her neck, still inside her.

  She kissed my cheek and hugged me tighter.

  I yanked the blanket over us and we fell fast asleep, connected physically and mentally.

  I WOKE UP smiling with the early morning sun shining in my face and a warm body wrapped around me. The crispness of the cool October morning was all around us, but our conjoined bodies kept us warm under the blankets. My body was tender all over, more so in certain areas than others.

  After slipping out from underneath my sleeping bear, I quickly dressed and stepped into my boots so I could relieve myself in the woods—the only downside to our little camping escapade. The chilly air had me frowning of the prospect of pulling my pants down outside. I could see that the fire had dwindled, the wood just glowing of blue and ashing wildly. The smell of the fire was quite comforting. After a very cold bathroom break, I headed back to the campsite to locate some breakfast.

  The sound of a zipper had me looking in the direction of our tent. A very sexy, sleepy-headed Cale came out of the tent, yanking his hoodie over his chiseled chest. I tried not to stare at his sheer masculine beauty, but come on. He was hard not to look at. He caught me gawking and raised one of his sexy eyebrows as his lips broke into a smile.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he laughed, strolling up to me.

  I stood up from the bags to meet his kiss, reminding me that I had no way to brush my teeth. This roughing-it-in-the-woods thing kind of sucked when you weren’t romping around naked in a tent.

  “Hey yourself,” I teased back. “I was looking for some breakfast to make us, but it looks like we have nothing.”

  He smiled sheepishly at me, wholeheartedly capturing me in his boyish, charming gaze. “I didn’t think past feeding you marshmallows, quite honestly,” he laughed.

  I kicked some leaves at him, causing him to laugh harder. “Well, mister, looks like you owe me breakfast,” I said coyly.

  The hungry gaze in his eyes said that he was ready for something other than food. I must have looked like an absolute hag at the moment with yesterday’s makeup and wild hair, but he was eyeing me like he could easily devour me with his mouth.

  Oh, his mouth.

  He came over to me, placing both palms on either side of my face, drawing me close to him. My breathing intensified as I momentarily forgot that we both had morning breath.

  His lips brushed against mine, producing a shiver. He enveloped me in a hug and cloaked me in his warmth. “I owe you something all right,” he murmured into my hair before dragging himself away to start packing up the campsite.

  I huffed at the loss of his touch and began reluctantly helping him gather everything.

  The walk back to the truck through the woods was introspective. We were both lost in our thoughts, most likely of last night. The sounds of the birds chirping and leaves rustling were nice companions to our silence.

  When
we finally made it to the truck, I dropped the bags in shock. The tires had been gashed.

  “What the fuck?” Cale demanded angrily, noticing it at the same time.

  “Who would do such a thing?” I wondered aloud.

  “Probably damn teenagers,” he huffed as he pulled out his cell. He called for roadside assistance while we loaded everything into the back. Then we climbed into the cab and he started it up to provide some heat.

  “What an end to our date,” he muttered, annoyed.

  “Well, this isn’t the part I’ll remember,” I offered, smiling.

  He grinned back and pulled me over to him. Leaning over, he brushed away my hair that was no longer neat in a ponytail and kissed my neck just below my ear.

  My body instantly began to heat up as he licked and sucked that tender area. Boldly, I wrenched away from his kisses and straddled his lap with my back against the steering wheel. He groaned and I could feel his hardness underneath me through our jeans. We began sucking and tasting each other’s mouths with unrivaled passion. My hands were tangled in his hair and his were clutching my ass as we kissed wildly. I ground myself into him, letting him know just where I needed him.

  Cale grabbed the bottom of my hoodie and yanked it over my head with incredible quickness. The windows began to fog with our heavy panting. Cale’s kisses on my breasts through my bra had me reaching behind me to unfasten it and give him better access. He groaned as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh,” I cried out as I gripped his head. “Cale, I need you right now,” I moaned into his ear.

  He eased me down onto the bench seat and efficiently unfastened my jeans, pulling them off with my panties and, subsequently, my boots. With equal swiftness, he unbuttoned his own jeans and slid them down to his knees, giving me a nice view of his massive length, which was standing at attention. Smiling, I sat up and straddled him once more. Impaling myself on his hardness, I cried out in ecstasy. I bounced on him with animalistic need, building my climax.

  “Fuck, I’m about to come,” he groaned, his hands roughly digging into my hips.

  “Oh, God, me too,” I wailed, pulling at his hair.

  The stars from my orgasm glittered around me as my body convulsed with pleasure. I could feel his heat spilling into me, causing aftershocks of my orgasm to flutter through me.

  “You’re a fucking goddess,” he whispered into my neck as we sat still, joined in our wetness.

  The knock on the foggy window sent us both scrambling for our clothes. In our passion, we hadn’t heard the truck pull up. After yanking his pants up with superhuman quickness, Cale slipped out of the vehicle to discuss the logistics of his truck with the towing service.

  Yep, I’d definitely remember this part of our date, I thought happily as I hurried to get dressed.

  THE RIDE BACK to Lia’s house with the tow truck driver was awkward to say the least. She sat in the middle, red-faced, holding my hand. We’d just fucked like teenagers in the cab of my truck. My dick still throbbed with the thought of it.

  After we arrived at her place, I paid the driver and collected the information about where to pick up my truck later today once new tires had been put on.

  “Looks like breakfast’s on me this morning,” she said with a shy smile after the driver left us, standing in the driveway.

  “That sounds like an excellent idea.” I winked at her, causing those cheeks to turn pink. After I took hold of her hand, we walked to the front door. But I cursed out loud when I saw the rose and note sitting propped against the door. “Motherfucker!” I boomed, snatching up the note.

  Lia frantically looked around us and quickly unlocked her door. That stupid ass had managed to ruin our date with a single rose and a note.

  Lia was shaking like a leaf as we bustled in and dropped our stuff in the doorway. She locked the door behind us and sat down at the kitchen table, her face full of despair. “What does it say?” I hated that she had to live in fear.

  Cursing the son of a bitch, I opened the note. My hatred for this man grew to impossible levels as I read.

  I angrily crumpled the paper in my hands, wanting to slam my fist through the wall.

  “What’s it say?” Her voice trembled with her question. She could sense my anger radiating from me and flicked her gaze my way nervously.

  “It doesn’t matter. He’s a fucking psycho that needs to be dealt with. Lia, I think we need to file a police report,” I admitted, pissed that I couldn’t do more to protect her.

  “Why? Was it that bad, Cale? I’m scared,” she whimpered, standing from the table. She flew into my arms where I held her tight.

  “Yeah, it kind of was, Lia. We need to be careful of this guy. I feel like he’s unpredictable.”

  She frowned and nodded.

  “Let’s shower and then we’ll head to the police department after we’ve had some breakfast. I think it would be best if I stayed with you for a while until the police catch this asshole,” I told her firmly.

  She nodded her agreement and kissed my lips. “Thank you, Cale, for being you. I could never get through this by myself. My past is a nightmare to begin with, so this with Sam would have normally sent me right over the edge. I feel like, with you, I can deal with them both without losing my mind,” she confessed to me.

  I rubbed her cheekbones with my thumbs and gazed into her glossy, green eyes. This woman meant so much to me already, so I wasn’t about to let some stalker asshole ruin things for us. We both deserved to be happy, and there was no way he was coming between us.

  Leading her to the bathroom, I thought of how quickly we’d evolved into a power radiating with passion and understanding. The woman was my damn light force, keeping me alive. If I meant to her even a fraction of what she meant to me, I would be a happy guy.

  When we entered the bathroom, she handed me an extra toothbrush and we brushed our teeth side by side, watching each other in the mirror. I could stare at Lia all damn day.

  My eyes ran over the curves of her body as she started the water on the shower. Never taking our eyes off one another, we undressed and stepped in. It wasn’t long ago that I was in this shower alone, trying to figure out this green-eyed beauty. I began lathering her body with soap, watching in awe as each sudsy bubble slipped down her perfect body. She stepped under the spray to rinse off and then squirted some shampoo into her hands. With her tits pressed against my chest and my head bowed, she lazily washed my hair. While she dug her fingernails into my scalp, I palmed her wet breasts and ran my thumbs across her nipples until she forgot her task at hand.

  It was difficult but I somehow managed to take my hands off of her so I could pour some shampoo into them to return the favor and wash her long, dark locks. A sigh escaped her lips as I showed her the same attention that she showed me. Once her hair was clean, we stood underneath the hot water, rinsing the shampoo out of both our hair in an embrace that felt as if we were not two parts but a whole.

  I shut off the water and reached out to grab her a towel. When I turned back to her, her eyes were full of heat as she eyed my damp chest. We both wrapped up in our towels and I helped her step out of the shower. Hand in hand, I led her into her bedroom.

  She unhooked my towel with a smile, watched it drop to the floor, hers falling not far behind. Her body was fucking perfect. Slowly pushing me backwards, she pressed on my chest until I fell onto the bed. She straddled me and began placing kisses all over my chest, some pecks and some openmouthed ones, making my dick thicken beneath her.

  With a sexy grin, she eased herself all the way down my body until her head was just over my hardness. She coyly licked at the tip, which made it to jerk from the sensation and releasing a growl from me.

  “Woman, you have no idea what you do to me.”

  “So I guess you like it when I do this?” she asked innocently with wide eyes before pulling my entire length into her mouth. I swear I felt my tip teasing her throat.

  “Fuck yeah,” I groaned as I uncontrollably lifte
d my pelvis up to her.

  She moaned as she began bobbing up and down, the wetness from her mouth running down my hardness. Her breasts were slapping my thighs in that melody that was only ours. Threading my fingers through her hair, I met her bobbing with my own body.

  “Lia, I’m about to come. Please let me fuck you,” I begged as my dick quivered with the anticipation of my orgasm. I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

  She angled her head down and swallowed my tip down her throat, causing my orgasm to erupt explosively. Shit, this woman is a damn dream, I thought as I emptied the rest of my climax.

  Her green eyes were blazing as she swallowed and smiled, licking her lips after she pulled away from me. After blowing me a kiss, she turned and ran off, her ass bouncing, to her closet to dress, leaving me sweating and riding out the aftershocks of her little gift to me. I was never going to let this girl go. Never.

  AFTER DRESSING AND eating a quick bowl of cereal, we retrieved the notes and headed toward my car. I locked all three locks behind us before we set off for the police station. Cale still wouldn’t let me read the second note or tell me anything about it. I glanced over at him in the passenger’s seat. He was staring out the window, deep in thought, tapping his foot wildly with a death grip on the messages. I frowned in fear of what that letter said. From the murderous look he’d had when he’d read it, I could only imagine its contents.

  Pulling up to the station, he turned to look at me seriously. “Lia, I need to tell you something. Please don’t be mad at me for keeping it from you. I just didn’t want you to worry unnecessarily.”

  My brows pinched together at his words, wondering what he could have possibly needed to keep from me.

  “Yesterday, after I left your house, I called the delivery company. They have no records of a Sam ever working this area.” He grimaced, looking down. “Their records show a man named Jose Juarez as the person on this route. But, Lia, we know Sam is definitely not Jose,” he softly told me, grabbing my trembling hand.