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Paige had been with her share of men before and after Paulo, some of them competent lovers that had left her satisfied and content, but she’d never met anyone who seemed so perfectly designed for her body, and her body alone.

Owen’s tongue and lips parted her sex and licked the rim of her so that her body convulsed with desire. He didn’t stop there.

When she purred under his touch, he slid the tip of his tongue in between her folds and licked them each top to bottom. He stopped at the place where all of her desire pooled, flicking it with his tongue, sucking simultaneously. Good god, maybe staying in Banberry wouldn’t be all that bad.

Paige cried out this time, a primal keen that sent Owen over the edge.

He ripped her shoes and pants from her ankles and threw her panties aside. Her eager hands tore off his own clothes as if he was on fire, the flames devouring him. Only she could save him. And in doing so, save herself.

He went to the corner of the blanket and Paige shivered with unmet need. She was so turned on, so desperate for him that it was as if her body lay atop nails. He returned what seemed like days later, naked and hard.For her.

It was thrilling and terrifying at the same time, the wanting that coursed through her.

She groaned in anticipation. He was most certainly worth the wait, today and every day it seemed she’d waited for him to come into her life.

Paige motioned for him to come to her with a single finger in the air. He nodded, eyes wide as his gaze devoured her naked body.

He took the small package she hadn’t seen before, unwrapped it, and placed a condom on. She smiled, glad he’d had the forethought and wherewithal to think about protection. Only for a split second did she consider how presumptuous he’d been.

Maybe he felt the electricity between them and didn’t try to force it away or into something other than what it was. Maybe he understood her desires better than she did her own.

She wasn’t complaining.

Owen climbed on top of her this time, kissed her deeply. His tongue reached inside her mouth, exploring her. He tasted like maple and bacon. If she could have eaten him whole, she would have.

His hands slid tenderly down her body, grazing her skin with a delicate touch she hadn’t thought him capable of. Her skin was ablaze, branded by his touch, marking her as his. The warmth within her grew to a fever pitch.

She lifted her pelvis again, rubbing her sex against him. He nibbled on her neck as he slid inside her with a single thrust.

Paige gasped; her eyes opened wide.

She’d seen how well-endowed he was. She had wanted him to fill her completely—had imagined it in quite a few dreams the night before, actually. But she didn’t think for a moment that he would find places inside her to touch that she hadn’t known were there before.

She called out his name as he rode her, slow at first, then faster as her hands guided his muscular backside to move to her rhythm.

“Paige,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and moist on her neck. “I want you so badly.”

All she could do was moan with pleasure and pull his hips into her. She rocked, moving with him as he used one arm to brace himself on the blanket, the other to massage her breast.

Her nipples responded to him, becoming diamonds that could tear through glass. He bent down to take one in his mouth. Paige fought her body that wanted her to find release in that moment—she wanted more, wanted all of him and nothing less.

“Yes,” she breathed with desire. “Yes, please.”

He nodded again, seeming to understand her perfectly, with so few words needing to be spoken.

She groaned with injustice when Owen slid out of her as easily as he had found her, until he flipped her on her stomach with a swiftness and a gentleness that left her breathless. Without missing a beat, he was back behind her, filling her again, this time even deeper than before.

Paige screamed, her cry of exquisite pleasure ricocheting off the cliffs on the other side of the valley.

Owen moved hard and fast within her. With her pelvis against the ground, Paige succumbed to her desire quicker than she had hoped. She wanted him, surprised at how the desire fanned a flame she wasn’t sure she could name. Wasn’t sure sheshouldname. It came dangerously close to being too much, these feelings that encompassed so much more than sex, than the joining of hungry bodies.

“Slow down,” she cried softly into the blanket. “I’m close.”

“No,” he whispered above her. “I want you to come.”

If she came for him, that would shatter her resolve. Fear threatened her orgasm until…

He rocked his hips, driving into her with a steady rhythm that built the yearning inside her until it crested. Powerless to stop it, she rode the wave as it took her over, spilling her moisture around him.