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at their collision and his naughty implication. Without another objection, she climbed onboard.
    The powerful shift of his torso between her thighs had her groaning before she could prevent the sound from escaping. His fingers stroked the back of her knees. The motion, designed to soothe, instigated a hormonal riot of massive proportions.
    “Too fast?” Joe slowed to a pace that jostled her less but caressed her core with each tread of his long stride.
    She didn’t attempt to answer. Clinging tighter to his sculpted chest, laying her head on his solid shoulder and surrendering to her hunger before it raged out of control seemed wiser. Her lips brushed his neck with each step, but sensory overload prevented her from fidgeting. If she moved her head, her rock-hard nipples would stroke his shoulder blades. If she adjusted her hips, her steaming pussy would graze his lower back.
    Why was that a bad idea again?
    Her tongue nipped out to taste Joe’s nape. Salty spice and oak. He cleared his throat. Could she make it hard for him to speak too?
    God she hoped so.
    “We’re here.” He released her thighs slow enough she had time to ensure her footing despite her wobbly legs. She relinquished her hold on him one finger at a time. Too bad their destination hadn’t been another five miles, or five hundred, away.
    Joe turned to face her, blocking the view behind him. He took her hands in his, his thumbs brushing the sensitive centers of her palms. Then he lifted them over her eyes. “Don’t peek. Give me a minute, okay?”
    “Would now be a good time to tell you the dark isn’t my favorite thing?”
    “I’ll be right here.” The deep timbre of his voice continued to croon to her as he moved to the left then the right, a little further away then close again, so she never felt alone.
    A whoosh carried to her ears a moment before heat and orange light washed over her cheeks.
    “Can I look now?”
     
     
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    “Sure.” His breath teased her face as he took his place behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and drawing her back against his chest.
    Morgan peeked between her fingers. “Holy crap!”
    The digits slammed closed once more. That couldn’t have been what it looked like. She must be dreaming again. But when she opened her eyes, his surprise hadn’t vanished. Her jaw hung open far enough to swallow a handful of bugs. Fortunately, the brisk air kept them away.
    “Is that a good holy crap or a bad holy crap?”
    She couldn’t answer immediately. A knot as big as a squash grew in her throat as she scanned the small pavilion sheltering them from the chill. A fire pit blazed in the center of the space, perfuming the air with the scent of applewood from the neighboring orchard.
    Carved pumpkin lanterns of every size and shape ringed the perimeter of the cement-slab floor, hung from wires over the rafters and perched on sporadic wooden pillars. A few more made an elaborate centerpiece for the picnic table, laden with Indian corn, gourds, cider and other autumn treats. Geometric shapes glowed and bobbed with the radiance of the tea lights within. Warmth and welcome washed the entire space.
    “You did all this for me?” She studied one of the beautiful designs so he couldn’t see the sheen of moisture in her eyes.
    “I did it for us,” he whispered into her ear a moment before he cupped her chin in his fingers then angled her jaw until she couldn’t avoid the sincerity in his gaze. “I wanted our first time together to be special. As special for you as I know it will be for me.”
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    Chapter Three
    “First time?” Morgan didn’t object, really. She’d lusted after the man for weeks, but she hadn’t expected him to put it all on the line like that. Or to make the molten desire flowing between them so personal. Why couldn’t she be more like him?
    “Shit. I didn’t mean that like it sounded, cupcake. I meant our first date, our first intimate conversation, our first dinner. Maybe