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She set the bottle on the ledge and moved
closer, the steam from the hot tub forming a cloud of mist around
them but Shane inched away, suddenly unsure and even though his
dick was as hard as a rock, he needed to—

Bobbi frowned. “You’re thinking.”

“No shit,” he muttered, putting another few
inches between them.

“I told you I didn’t want you to think.”

“You also told me that we weren’t going to do
this. That our deal was off. Hell, as far as you’re concerned there
isn’t any deal.”

He pinned her with a dark look, because A) he
was as confused as hell and wasn’t in the mood for surprises. And
B) Why the fuck wasn’t he between her legs already? Hadn’t he
decided that the best way to win her back was through sex? Because
sex was the one thing they were smoking hot at?

“Let’s forget about your silly idea,” Bobbi
said slowly, her wet mouth plump and ready.

“Forget about it,” he repeated still trying
to buy some time so he could figure out where his head was at.

Bobbi reached for him, her fingers slowly
trailing along his jaw, the touch as light as a butterfly on the
wind.

Something changed then. It was in the way her
breath hitched at the back of her throat. The way her chest rose
and fell and her eyes widened just so. It was in the way her
fingers continued to soothe and caress their way along his jaw
until she cupped his face between both of her hands.

It was in the way he saw his soul reflected
in her eyes.

“Yes,” she whispered against his mouth. Her
lips slid across his, a soft touch and then they were gone. “Let’s
start fresh, just two people in a hot tub.” Her voice lowered and
he felt one of her hands on the waistband of his shorts.

“One of them naked.” Her fingers slipped
inside and he inhaled sharply when her fingers wrapped around his
rigid shaft. “One of them soon to be naked.”

Slowly her body floated overtop of his and
she withdrew her hand from his shorts and settled onto his lap. Her
breasts pressed into his chest and her eyes stared into his
intently.

“So,” he said carefully, “one of these two
people has no qualms about sleeping with some random guy she meets
in a hot tub?”

“No,” Bobbi leaned forward and licked his
earlobe before whispering. “No qualms at all. She’s easy from what
I’ve heard.”

His hand fisted into her hair and he pulled
her head back, a little rough, but he couldn’t help it. He was fast
losing control of his body and mind. Shane’s other hand wrapped
around her hip, grinding her against his hard cock and with a grin,
he reached for her mouth.

“Good to know,” he whispered, before opening
wide and claiming what in fact, was his.

Shane fed from her lips, his tongue sweeping
over her, inside her, tasting, suckling, taking what he wanted.
When she groaned in his arms, and pressed into him, he thought for
one crazy second he was going to explode and ruin everything.

How could he keep it together. She was way
too soft. Too pliant. Too hot and sexy. And her scent. Summer. God
damn, but she smelled good.

He took a moment, pulled away and stared into
eyes that he could lose himself in. A ragged breath escaped, he
smoothed a stray bit of hair from her face and when she opened her
mouth to say something, he closed it with his own.

He kissed her slowly, thoroughly, taking his
time even though his body was shouting, fast and hard. Shane didn’t
want that. He wanted slow and thorough. Deep and intense. For this
one perfect night, under the stars and God’s eyes, he wanted every
moment to last. To stretch long and thin until he was ready to make
new ones.

She straddled him, her hands pulling on his
shoulders, urging him closer, tighter, but again he strove for
constraint and kissed her until his head swam. Until she moaned
into him and he tasted her desire. Until her scent was inside him,
infiltrating his mind and soul.

Until she was a part of him.

With their bodies half submerged in the hot
water and the steam rising around them, it was easy to let himself
go, to just lose himself inside Bobbi, but he had other plans.

Shane broke their kiss and cradled her head
in his hands. His breaths were raspy now, as were Bobbi’s. Her
breasts rose and fell, their pebbled nipples dusky rose, as the
water lapped at them greedily.

“Bobbi,” he said hoarsely, taking a moment so
that he could gather his scattered thoughts and say the things he
needed to say.

“We’re strangers,” she answered hoarsely.
“You don’t know my name.”

He gazed into her eyes and his heart shifted.
His entire being shifted if it was possible.

“I’m just a girl in a hot tub with a boy.”
Her fingers trailed across his collarbone and he ground his teeth
hard as a grin widened her bruised and thoroughly kissed lips.
“Willing to do all kinds of naughty, sinful...decadent things.”

Bobbi wriggled from his grasp, dropping a
kiss next to his mouth, before trailing a line of fire to where her
fingers rested on his collarbone. She nipped him there, a hard,
fast bite that drew a hiss from him as she laughed throatily.

Bobbi stood and urged him up as well, her
hands in his waistband, probing, loosening and seconds later she
tossed his swim trunks behind her, giggling when it landed in the
snow on the other side of the deck.

Her giggles soon dried up and she licked her
lips, her gaze settling on his straining erection. If it was
possible Shane grew harder, thicker, just from the look in her
eyes. Gently, she pushed him backward and he couldn’t hide his
groan as her fingers scaled down his chest, lingering over his abs.
She bent forward and kissed the tattoo on his shoulder, tracing the
lines with her fingers as her head moved downward, tongue licking,
slow swirls of hotness.

Unbidden, his hands fisted in her hair and he
rested his butt on the edge of the hot tub, his lips drawn back,
almost feral-like, when her intention became clear.

Hot water rippled around his calves and she
dipped her hand into the tub, sluicing water over his cock, sliding
her hand along the length of him. Her touch was firm and sure—the
woman knew what he liked. As she pumped him slowly with one hand
she rubbed her thumb along the ridge beneath the head of his penis,
once, twice, and then again.

He strained in her grasp, his eyes never
leaving hers as she continued to massage, to knead and to
tease.

When a wicked smile stole over her features
he tensed, every single muscle in his legs and thighs tight, his
mouth open with anticipation, his thoughts scattered.

“Are you sure everyone’s gone?” he asked
hoarsely.

Bobbi paused, her cherry red lips a whisper
away from him. “Does it matter?”

She slid her mouth over him, moving her hands
down to the base of his cock as she took him whole. Shane’s hands
remained in her hair. He held her there against him as he strained
into her mouth.

Did he care? Hell the fuck no.

He continued to watch her between his legs,
letting her lick and suckle him until he knew he could take no
more. If he didn’t stop her he’d blow his load early and who the
hell know how long it would take him to recover. He didn’t want
this. Not now. There would be time for it later.

Right now he wanted to be over her. In her.
With her eyes watching him as he drove himself as deep.

He wanted to watch her come and he wanted to
know it was because of him.

Shane tugged on her and she glanced up,
surprised when his hands slid from her hair down to her shoulders.
Overhead snow was falling, great big flakes that fell out of the
sky and melted against her skin. One particularly large flake
rested on the edge of her nipple and he bent forward, his mouth
erasing it, his tongue teasing her as he slowly swirled his mouth
over the rigid peak.

First one and then the other.

“Christ, Bobbi, you’re perfect.”

“Bobbi, who?” she said hoarsely, her words
ending on a squeal when he slid one of his hands between her
legs.

He smiled against her breasts, gave them one
final kiss as he settled back on the edge of the hot tub and pulled
up her onto his thighs. He held her away from him and with her legs
spread wide everything he wanted was open to his eyes.

He gazed at her, loving the way her eyes
widened as his fingers spread her apart. As his thumb ran over her
clitoris and two large, fingers settled deep inside her. A quiver
rolled across her, shaking her slightly as she moved against his
hand.

“You like that?” he said roughly, smiling
when she nodded.

With his fingers deep inside, he curled them
upward, the pads of his fingers rubbing the top of her. He stroked
her there, gently at first, and then as he felt her clench against
him, stronger and more urgently.

“Does that feel good?” he whispered.

“You know it does,” she gasped.

He nuzzled her neck. “That I do, babe.”

She bit her bottom lip and arched her body so
she could watch what he was doing.

She was so wet. On the cusp and he knew she
wouldn’t be able to take much more.

“Oh, God, Shane I’m going to come.”

“Not yet,” he answered roughly, pulling his
fingers from her warmth. She whimpered, but the sound only served
to heighten his desire.

He hauled her out of the hot tub, ignoring
her shriek when he wrapped her legs around his waist. The deck was
too hard, the patio doors too far away so without another thought
he strode across the deck to where the snow lay just beyond, where
the forest watched like silent soldiers.

He stepped down, his heated flesh immediately
on fire from the cold, white stuff that came up to his knees. All
around them the snow continued to fall and the steam from their
bodies rose like smoke from a fire.

“What are you?” she whispered hoarsely,
slippery in his grasp as she struggled to look down.

He took another step and she shot him a look,
her chest heaving.

“Shane,” she said, a warning in her voice. A
warning he ignored because before she could utter another word, he
fell to his knees and set her back in the snow.

“Holy-Christ-almighty-and-heavens-above,” she
shrieked.

He knew what the shock of the cold snow felt
like against her skin and before she could protest he plunged
inside her, her squeal turning to a moan of pleasure as they sank
into the ground and melted into the earth.

He was hot—super heated—and as he settled
deep inside her, she sighed, her fingers in his hair, urging him
down to meet her lips. She kissed him with such passion that it
made him weak, and when he finally began to move, she broke away
and gasped.

“This feels so,” she arched against him, her
eyes feverish as the snow mingled in her hair with each thrust, as
his body withdrew and then plunged in again. “God Shane,” she
managed, her legs wrapping around him as he slid inside again,
going as deep as he could.

There were no more words. There were just two
bodies moving slowly in the melting snow. As large flakes continued
to fall, as the moon continued to watch, steam rose from them and
haloed their straining bodies in a cloud of mist.

Shane relished the feel of her around him. He
bent down and claimed her lips once more as he increased the rhythm
of his thrusts.

“I can’t take much more,” she whispered into
his mouth.

“I know.” He bent forward, inching his body
into hers just a little more and when his mouth closed over his
tattoo, the one there beneath her ear, he began to pump harder,
faster and when she clenched around him, he suckled on her
flesh.

The only sound was skin on skin, bodies
slapping against each other and he groaned, feeling his body break
apart as his release built. She screamed once more, thrusting her
hips up at him and as she came, as her beautiful eyes widened and
went dark, he couldn’t hold back.

Under the stars, and under God’s eyes, he
claimed Bobbo Jo Barker as his. He held her tightly as he came
inside her, his eyes never leaving hers. He couldn’t. He watched
every nuance in her expression, every breath exhaled, every quiver
and sound.

And he thought he heard her whisper, just
before she shattered beneath him,

I love you
.

The sun was just starting to peek through the
windows, enough to light the darkened corners of the room. It was a
few minutes after seven—at least according to the massive
Grandfather clock across the room—and Bobbi knew they had to leave
soon. Shane had to go to work and so did she.

Their time-out from the world was nearly
over, so where did they go from here?

They had eventually made it back into the
cottage sometime in the night, two maybe? Half frozen and totally
satiated. How many times had she and Shane tasted each other? She
sighed and leaned across his chest, felt the steady rise and fall
as he slumbered, and just…watched him.

His thick hair was all over the place, errant
curls waving across his brow, while the stubble on his chin had
thickened in the last few hours. His features were relaxed, and
just as she remembered from years past, he looked so much younger
asleep.

She sighed and traced a finger along his
Celtic tattoo, the one that matched hers and for some stupid reason
tears stung the corners of her eyes. Everything about this moment
felt so right and yet…

And yet she’d been in this place before—with
this man—so who’s to say she wasn’t on the road to heartbreak
again? Should she stop now while she still had a hope in hell of
coming out of whatever this was, intact?

Could she?

Her cheeks burned when she remembered her
declaration of love and a groan escaped as she winced.