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go. Not until he pushed her shirt up and pulled it from her. His arm locked on the bed, rigid and strong, he dragged his gaze down to her bra and stomach. He ground his hips against hers, and she let off a soft moan as he hit her just right at the apex of her thighs. Dawn drew her fingertips up the hard curves of his arms, across his collar bones, down the line between his defined pecks, over the mounds of his abs to the button of his jeans. All the while, she waited for him to stop her. She’d almost kissed him once when she’d been all wrapped up in the endorphins from feeding him, but he’d pulled away. And that was the night he’d ended their friendship. She’d gotten too close, and he’d punished her for it.
    Not tonight, though. Tonight he let her touch him how she liked. His hips twitched when she unsnapped the button, and he sighed out a trembling breath and rolled his eyes closed when she gripped his thick shaft. He was bigger than she’d imagined all the times she’d touched herself to thoughts of him.
    Gracefully, he rocked his pelvis, pushing his dick into her grip. And when he opened his eyes again, they sparked with dark intensity.
    Garret kicked out of his pants, exposing a long scar on his thigh. Dawn traced it as he pushed into her other hand.
    “What’s that one from?”
    “Battle ax,” he gritted out. “Fuck, grip me harder.”
    She did, but at the sound of his guttural groan, she wanted so much more. Releasing him, she pushed up and kissed him. It was like lighting a fuse. Garret was back on her, lips moving against hers. He bit her bottom lip, pushed his tongue against hers, then teased her tongue into his mouth, too. He was grinding hard against her now, pulling at her pants.
    “Fuck my hand or fuck me,” he growled. “Choose.”
    Her core was molten now. He’d already made her wet with a few touches, and now Garret was giving her a choice. He was offering her one mountain or the entire world, and she wanted everything.
    “You,” she whispered against his lips.
    His mouth curved up in a wicked grin, and then their bodies jerked with the movement of him ripping her jeans down her legs. The bra and panties came off and she was laying under him vulnerable, all of her skin against all of his, and she wanted to cry with how beautiful that felt. This, right here, in this moment, was the most profound experience she’d ever had with any man. Her body had craved this for so long, and she’d thought she’d lost him. But here she was with the man of her dreams covering her body with his like a blanket, making her feel safer than she’d ever felt. Making her feel whole and adored.
    Garret intertwined their fingers and pushed her hands above her head, parted her legs wider with his knee. And when he lowered back down to the cradle he’d made, poised right there, right at her wet entrance, Dawn couldn’t stop the smile from stretching her lips.
    Garret chuckled as though he could sense her elation and kissed her again, slower and softer this time. As he pushed his tongue past her parted lips, he slid the head of his cock into her. She was tight because, hell, she hadn’t done this in a long time, and he was big. Garret didn’t push too fast, but thrust into her shallowly, then deeper and deeper until she could take all of him. Slowly he pulled out, wincing as though it physically hurt to disconnect, then thrust in hard with a groan. God, it was sexy listening to that feral sound. She’d drawn that from him. Her, a little old human bartender from Winterset, and him, a powerful battle-hardened vampire.
    Over her head, she squeezed his hands gently, and he responded with another kiss. He was careful not to scrape her with his elongated fangs, and when he trailed his lips down her jaw to her throat and pushed deeply into her again, Dawn arched against the mattress and cried out. He was so good at this. It was as if he knew her body and exactly what she needed. Exactly where to touch her, lick