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of the dozen roses he’d strewn about their air mattress. A thick blanket kept the roses’ thorns from tearing into the air bed. The candles and the roses scented the small space. Coupled with the pellets and earth, the Hogan had been transformed to another place, a clashing of Westernized ideas and Navajo culture—just like him. Anglo and Navajo, Tank knew the beauty of combining these two traditions.
    Lee made her way back to him and flung herself into his arms. “I love you! This is beautiful!”
    He wrapped his arms around her waist. “No, you are beautiful.”
    She licked her lips and met his gaze. There Tank witnessed her love for him, deep and connected. With that, he dipped his head and claimed her lips. He loved the taste of her strawberry lip gloss and sweetness. Soft lips and a fully active tongue met his as he deepened the kiss. She had on too many clothes and he wanted to shred the parka from her body, but instead forced himself to slow down. Lee always made him lose control. She raised a primal hunger in him unlike any woman he’d ever met.
    His hold on her waist tightened, pressing her against him. Lee, on the other hand, didn’t stay still. She rubbed her hands across his ass, moaning as she did so. It made all parts of him stiffen and he released her mouth, moving his lips downward to the sweet spot beneath her chin. She shuddered when he nipped her there, and squeezed his bottom in response. Throwing back her head, she revealed more of her neck to him, and he kissed and nibbled his way down her smooth, coffee-brown skin. The scent of lilac and sweat mixed together. The heady concoction drove him wild. His kisses became more fierce and turned to tiny nips. She yelped as he bit into her neck. He loved her so much.
    “Tank!” she breathed, her voice thick and coarse.
    When she sounded all breathless and horny, it only fed his damn libido. His cock pushed against his jeans, making them even tighter. Damn, he wanted these clothes off, but he really wanted her clothes off.
    To his disappointment, she let go of his ass and, panting, extracted herself from his embrace.
    “Did I hurt you?” he asked. He cleared his throat of the husk of horniness, and stepped back from her. They had time.
    Smiling, Lee shook her head. “It’s just suddenly very hot in here.”
    Tank laughed. He removed his coat, gloves, and scarf. Taking Lee’s parka, he laid them over the foldable table he’d brought up to the place last week. When he turned back to Lee, his cock bobbed in excitement. Dressed in black jeans that hugged her divine curves and an equally form-fitting scarlet sweater, she looked like a Valentine’s Day chocolate candy box. All her luscious sweetness packaged in red and black. Oh, he wanted to rip the packaging off and dive headfirst into her deliciousness.
    “You want to exchange gifts now?” she asked, her hands behind her back.
    The years didn’t matter, nor did how often they made love. Tank always wanted her. Like being in the Hogan, when wrapped in Lee’s arms, or buried deep inside her, he felt a wondrous peace, a sense of belonging and acceptance unlike any other place in the world.
    Tank unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and slowly lowered the zipper. With his eyes on her face, he pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. His hard cock bobbed in the heated air, rock solid and weeping for her.
    “Yes, let’s exchange gifts now.”
    “Oh, my,” Lee said, a small smirk on her lips.
     

C HAPTER T HREE
     
    Lee couldn’t take her eyes off of Tank’s fully aroused cock. Yes, she’d seen it many, many times, but it never seemed to lose its appeal. It was a slightly darker brown and a deeper shade than his skin tone. His well-endowed cock stretched out toward her as if beckoning her to come closer, to taste its salty goodness and be forever pleasured. It glistened from natural lubrication in the flickering light due to Tank’s calloused hands stroking it lovingly. He cleared