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flat. He was muscular from hours of hard work, not hanging out at a gym. The tattoo circling his right arm stood out. She’d gone with him to get the tattoo and let him squeeze her hand. It was a simple black silhouette of the mountains, but it symbolized his love for the great outdoors.
    He turned, giving her a profile shot. His head tipped forward and his hand grasped his cock. He didn’t jerk himself hard, but it was a strong touch, sliding up his stiff flesh.
    Oh god. Elise’s heart knocked against her chest and her breath hitched. She wanted to do that. She wanted to feel his skin against her palm, caress him in a way that would make him groan.
    Her knees wavered at the hedonistic thoughts. Swaying, she caught herself with a hand against the hood of his truck.
    The headlights flashed and the horn began honking. Elise yelped and jumped back, her heart racing as the continuous sounds of the alarm echoed through the night. She looked from the truck to the window—
    Carey was gone.
    “Shit!”

Chapter Three
     
    Carey pulled on his cargos, hissing as he tucked his erection into his shorts. Grabbing his keys off the dresser, he stalked through the house. The damn raccoons had been getting into his trash, setting off the truck alarm and being a nuisance the last few weeks. It was getting old, and their timing sucked. Tomorrow, he vowed he would figure out how to disarm the alarm system. He’d been fantasizing, giving in to the urge to imagine it was Elise touching him. He couldn’t help himself.
    Yanking the door open, he clicked the key fob. The truck chirped and was silent. He blinked into the darkness, turning his head to listen for the scamper of little feet. If he could figure out where they ran off to, maybe he could set some traps and drive them away from his house to be released.
    Something scraped the ground and a bigger spot of darkness moved in the shadows. He gripped the doorjamb. Bears hadn’t bothered his place, but there was a first time for everything. His pulse kicked up.
    “Sorry. It’s just me.”
    His mouth snapped shut and the air whooshed out of his lungs. Shock and surprise struck him dumb.
    Elise.
    He bounded off the porch, not trusting his ears or his light-blind eyes. Closing in on her, he couldn’t believe she was really there. He’d thrown the gauntlet down, so to speak. Had she come to talk to him about it? Could she want the same thing he did?
    His sight slowly adjusted to the twilight filtering down through the pines, and damn if it wasn’t her, but as if she’d stepped out of his most recent fantasy. She wore a dress. A simple, sleeveless thing in green with a plunging V in the front, but it was a dress. Elise didn’t wear dresses. She joked about how she didn’t even own one. Her hair was loose, curling down around her shoulders. He’d never seen it anything but straight before. Didn’t even know she would curl her hair. And, if he wasn’t mistaken, she wore a hint of makeup. Like frosting on a damn cake.
    The pressure against his fly redoubled. Controlling his lust around her was a nuisance usually, but it was out of control now. The things he wanted to do to her would get him struck from the friend’s list for sure.
    “What’re you doing here?” His voice was deep and husky. He couldn’t hide his erection and he didn’t bother to hide his desire. She’d known he wanted more when they spoke, and coming to him dressed as she was might as well be an invitation.
    Carey stopped just outside touching distance. He didn’t trust himself not to sling her over his shoulder and take her inside. If he made it that far. His control was on a tight leash right now.
    Elise’s mouth opened and closed. She looked like a fish out of water, and part of him enjoyed her discomfort. Being around her was damn uncomfortable for him when he always wanted her. Them. He wanted them, together. He wanted to bring her home, spend time with her. They already spent most of their off time camping