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  “Do you like it?” he murmured. “Or do you want me to stop?”

  She liked it, maybe too much, but she didn’t want him to stop. Her breast was tingling and throbbing, the heat from it spreading down to her loins. His strong fingers were slowly kneading, taking care not to hurt her; then he found the turgid nipple and rubbed it through her shirt. She moaned and arched against him.

  “Caroline?” he prompted. “Do you want me to stop? Or do you want more?”

  “Don’t stop,” she said, her voice hoarse with strain. “Please, don’t stop.”

  He kissed her reassuringly. “I won’t. I’m going to unbutton your shirt and slip my hand inside. All right?”

  How was she supposed to stand that when she felt as if she were flying into a thousand pieces right now? But as soon as he said it, she knew that she wanted his hand on her naked breast, that the barriers of cloth between them were too maddening to tolerate. “All right,” she whispered, and somehow her hand was busy with the buttons of his shirt as he unfastened hers. She wanted to feel his bare skin as much as she wanted his touch on hers.

  His long fingers dipped inside her open shirt and trailed lightly along the edges of her bra, pausing at the front center fastening. “Umm, good,” he said, and deftly unfastened the garment. She felt suddenly vulnerable as it loosened; then he slid his hand inside, and all her nerve endings rioted. His palm was hot and rough, the callused skin rasping over her swollen nipples as he rubbed and lightly pinched. She heard herself moan and buried her face against his shoulder to stifle the sound.

  He shifted on the seat so he was more on his side and she was lying flatter. She felt like a doll, helpless to prevent him from moving her as he willed. He spread her open shirt wide, exposing her breasts to the bright starlight shining through the windshield. She had seen men do it to women in movies, but still she was unprepared when he bent his head and closed his mouth over her nipple, drawing it in with a curling motion of his tongue. Caroline arched wildly under the lash of a sensation so exquisite and unbearable that her entire body quivered. He controlled her with those incredibly strong hands of his and the pressure of his iron-muscled legs, pressing her down into the seat, and somehow he was on top of her.

  Her heart was beating so hard it hurt, and her blood was pounding through her veins. She clung to him, barely able to breathe as her body adjusted to his weight and unyielding hardness. The jarring unfamiliarity of it was matched by a deeper, more primitive sense of rightness. He moved his thighs, spreading her legs and settling himself between them, pushing the hard ridge of his manhood against her soft folds. “This is how we’ll be when we make love,” he whispered, pressing slow kisses on her neck and collarbone, then moving down to suckle deeply on both her breasts, leaving her nipples tight and wet and painfully sensitive to the night air when he lifted his head. He eased the coolness with the hot pressure of his chest.

  His voice was a low, almost soundless rustle in her ear. “I’ll move like this, slow and easy, until we’re both ready to climax.” His hips rocked leisurely, rhythmically pressing his sex against hers. Caroline’s whole body lifted into the contact, her slender hips straining and reaching. She wanted to speak, to beg him to do something to ease this unbearable tension inside her, but all she could do was gasp for air and dig her nails into his shoulders in an effort to communicate her need to him.

  “Then, when it’s time, when we can’t stand it any longer, I’ll start moving harder and faster, going deeper and deeper into you.”

  She made a high, wild, pleading sound, spreading her thighs wider and lifting them to clasp his hips. Her ankle banged the steering wheel, a welcome distraction, because the slight pain eased her body’s primal attention, but it wasn’t enough. She twisted under him, frantic with heat and need and a deep, empty ache.

  Joe caught his breath at her wild beauty, fierce and demanding, with only the starlight shining across her face. Her body was hot and tense and untamed, demanding a satisfaction she hadn’t yet known, but the lure of which was compelling her ever closer and closer to the edge. He wanted to unfasten her pants and drag them down, then bare his own loins and drive into her, hard and fast, just as he’d told her. He wanted her naked, lying stretched out before him on a bed to cushion her from the force of his thrusts. He wanted to take her with swift, rough lust, plunging into her hot womanhood from behind so her buttocks slapped against his belly with the raw sound of sex. The blood of his ancestors ran hot and thick through his veins, the blood of warriors, uncomplicated, as forceful as the elements. He saw himself taking her with the sun burning down on their naked skin and nothing beneath them but the hard, hot earth. And she was clinging to him, a warrior’s woman, as fierce and demanding as he was. He had known she was wild the first time he’d seen her, a wildness that had been stifled and controlled, but it was there, just waiting to break out.

  He hadn’t intended to go this far, but she was pure flame in his arms, her response immediate and strong. His hardness stretched painfully beneath his jeans, demanding his own release, and grimly he knew it wouldn’t take much. But the seat of his truck wasn’t the place to take her virginity; it was too cramped, too awkward, too inconvenient, and he had also promised her that he wouldn’t make love to her tonight. Caroline needed to know that she could trust him, so he grimly fought for control. It wasn’t easy; he was close to climax himself, racked with frustration, but his iron will slowly won out, and he eased himself from the clinging embrace of her arms and legs.

  “We have to stop,” he said, making his voice even. It took more effort than he liked. “If we don’t, you’ll lose your cherry right here.”

  “Yes,” she whispered, reaching for him again. She didn’t care if her first time was in a pickup truck. Her body burned and ached, and she needed the surcease of his possession.

  He caught her hands and firmly held them down. “No. Not here and not now.”

  She stared at him, her eyes wild with frustration; then anger exploded hotly through her veins. She shoved at him, fighting to sit up in a flurry of tangled arms and legs, and scrambled away from him. “Then why did you let it go that far if you didn’t intend to finish it?” she shouted. “You…you tease!”

  Frustration frayed his own temper. Damn it, did she think it had been easy for him to stop? “Because I got carried away, too!” he snapped.

  “Yes, I can tell,” she said with a sneer. “It really shows. Your breathing speeded up a little bit there.”

  Furious, he grabbed her hand and carried it to the front of his jeans, pressing her palm hard against the rigid length of his manhood. “Maybe this feels unaffected to you, but you came damn close to finding out just how involved I am.” His voice was guttural with rage, and that made him even angrier, because it was evidence of just how far his control had eroded.

  She jerked her hand away, even though the feel of that thick ridge was fascinating. She was too angry to be diverted. “I didn’t say no, did I?” she demanded hotly. “Just what was wrong with here and now?”

  He ground his teeth together, savagely fighting both his anger and a violent resurgence of sexual need. It had been a mistake to force her hand down on his groin. “Here isn’t a bed, and now isn’t enough time. When I get in you, I’m not going to get up for a long time. A cramped quickie isn’t what you need or what I want.”

  She crossed her arms and stared furiously out the windshield.

  He was silent, too, as he mastered his temper and his voice, reaching deep down to find the icy control for which he was famous. He was astonished at how quickly she had made him lose his temper, something he couldn’t remember doing since childhood. He had been angry, but losing control was something he didn’t permit himself to do. It seemed Caroline had an astonishing knack for breaking through to his primitive impulses, and, even more disturbingly, she wasn’t even trying. He had always controlled the relationships he had with women, letting them get only as intimate as he wanted, ending things when he wanted. The first night he