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Cool, but still dry air, brushed her skin. She’d expected tenderness, but he was demanding and in control instead. Logan pressed her back against the side of the Jeep, the apple core fallen, forgotten, on the floor. He used one hand to brace himself on the seat. The other was busy unsnapping her shorts, then pulling down the zipper. In a hurry to feel her heat, he slid his hand inside her shorts and groaned at the welcoming wetness.
Courtney was beyond thinking. Need drove her. The need to feel him beneath her hands. The need for him to fill her. Her hands roamed his back and shoulders underneath his shirt. The air no longer felt cool as her skin heated and blood zoomed in her veins. An urgency seized her, and she worked open the fly of his jeans and pushed them down his hips. She wra
