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me-” He threw her in the pool.
    Harper came up swinging. She punched him in the chest. “You-You- Caveman! Neanderthal-” She was so furious it took her a second to realize he wasn’t listening. Donavan backed her up against the edge of the pool. He rested both arms on either side of her.
    “God, woman,” he whispered. They were both breathing hard. Harper looked at the beads of moisture on his skin. She stepped into his arms and touched his chest. His muscles jumped beneath her gentle touch. The blond hair, so soft, the muscles beneath like rock. She instinctively kissed the warm skin over his heart and teased his nipple with her tongue. Donavan growled when she sucked and grazed his nipple with her teeth. His head swooped down, his tongue hot. She kissed him back with all the yearning in her heart. Donavan groaned. His hands slid around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed passionately, drowning in the heat of it, a long wet kiss that drove them both wild. Donavan’s hands cupped her breasts, squeezed, caressed until his hand slid under the black lace. Harper’s back arched. Her body trembled with sensations. Donavan rubbed her nipple with his thumb. His head lowered. He sucked the nipple hard, his tongue rubbed, licked and devoured her. Harper’s hands sank into his blond hair. Her own head fell back in surrender. She moaned his name. The sound sent a shock right through him. Donavan’s hands slid over her big butt and squeezed. He slowly thrust as he circled her hips with a drugging motion. Harper shivered. He loved the intoxicated look in her eyes. She was drunk on him and damn if he wasn’t going to make her crave more and more. Donavan cupped a breast with one hand and slid the other between her legs. He sucked the dusky peak as he slid two fingers deep inside her. Donavan’s violent shudder matched her own. She was hot and wet for him. He slid his fingers in and out, in and out. He licked her nipple with hot strokes of his tongue. A primitive moan escaped Harper’s throat. His hips moved in rhythm with the circular plunge of his fingers in drugging circular motions, in and out.
    Harper felt herself come apart, the pleasure so blinding. She moaned as pulse after deep, dark pulse shook her body. When Harper could breathe again she spun him around and back him against the pool wall. Water lapped around them. She touched his chest with both hands. His heart thundered beneath her fingertips. His nipple hardened with her touch. She slid down the ripples of his six pack abs. His breath hissed when she slid her hands down his pants and stroked him.
    Donavan groaned. “Harper, baby don’t, we have to stop, I can’t-”
    One touch of her sweet, innocent hands on his throbbing shaft and he felt his blood roar. She looked him directly in the eye.
    “I love you.”
    He came harder than he’d ever come in his life.
    “I love you, I love you,” she whispered over and over.
    Even though the words scared the hell out of him he held her in his arms, shuddering in the aftermath.
    “Tell me again,” he said gruffly.
    “I love you!”
    Donavan held her tight, closed his eyes and whispered her name as if she were something sacred. “ Harper…”
    He never should have touched her. Donavan mumbled some lame excuse, got out of the pool and literally ran for the hills. So desperate to get away from her, he left his clothes and got in his squad car dripping wet. Donavan slammed the car into gear and drove as if all the demons of hell gave chase. With all the women in and out of his bed, he’d never known passion like that. Donavan slammed his fist on the steering wheel.
    “Shit!” he muttered.
    He called himself a few choice words as he broke the speed limit driving to nowhere. When he thought of her sweet hands…
    Donavan groaned. The swift physical response he had robbed him of breath. His mind went blank with shock and white hot pleasure. In bed, Donavan was the one in control. He knew how