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days they’d spent on the road getting home they’d camped under the stars as they typically did, which allowed no privacy.
    His words and the heat in his eyes reminded her they hadn’t made love since before …
    Her gut clenched. She didn’t want to think about Donovan. She wanted to put that whole part of her life behind her.
    Steele grabbed his pack and took her hand as they walked to the entrance. Three young women walked along the sidewalk, glancing her way as she walked toward the front door with the big, tattooed Steele beside her, and she smiled at the obvious envy in their eyes.
    She unlocked the front door and Steele followed her into the entryway. As soon as the door closed, he pulled her into his arms again and kissed her, his tongue gliding between her lips, then caressing the inside of her mouth. When he finally released her, she was breathless with need.
    He seemed to fill the place with his big, broad-shouldered frame. He glanced around, taking in her feminine paraphernalia. “Nice place.”
    She glanced up at him with a smile. “You don’t find it too girly?”
    He drew her close, holding her tight to his hard, masculine planes. “I find it sweet and pretty, just like you.”
    His hands glided down her sides, and over her hips, then his mouth swooped down and captured hers. She melted against him, feeling soft and feminine against his hardness.
    Then she felt another hardness, pressing against her belly. His arms suddenly felt like ropes coiled around her, and his body big and menacing. She stiffened, her heart suddenly racing.
    This isn’t Donovan. I’m not trapped.
    She tried to calm her erratic breathing, but she needed space. She pressed him back and he easily yielded, releasing her.
    She pasted a smile on her face and gazed up at him. “I just want to get in and settled. I think I’ll go shower and change. Why don’t you grab a cold drink from the kitchen, then I’ll take you on a tour?”
    She escaped to the bathroom, then closed the door and leaned against it. What had come over her? Steele had been protective and caring of her ever since he met her. He was not Donovan.
    She stripped off the biker chick clothing she’d borrowed from Raven and stepped into the shower stall. As the water ran over her, she heard the bathroom door open.
    “I could use a shower, too,” Steele said from outside the foggy glass door.
    She heard his jeans hit the floor, then his other clothes follow. She turned as he opened the glass door.
    “Room for one more?”
    The sight of him … big, tattooed, and muscular … took her breath away. All she could do was nod. He dwarfed any space, so it would be a tight squeeze with both of them in such a small shower stall, but she wanted him here. She wanted to feel his body close to hers. To feel him stroke and hold her.
    He closed the glass door behind him and picked up the soap, his dark gaze gliding over her naked body. He lathered up his hands, then stroked them over her shoulders, then down to her breasts. His big hands covered her, and her nipples puckered to hard nubs. She turned her back to him and he cupped her breasts, caressing them, then drew her back against his body.
    The water careened down on them and her heart beat rapidly as he stroked her breasts, then glided his hands along her hips. She wanted to grind her behind back against his growing erection, to open her legs and lean forward in open invitation. She wanted him to make love to her. Now. Here.
    She ached for him.
    Steele drew her back against him, his lips nuzzling her neck, his arm coming around her waist. Drawing her back against his hard body.
    But the space was small and memories of being locked in the small cage Donovan had trapped her in flashed through her. Memories of Donovan’s arm around her waist, pulling her tight against the cage. Her stomach clenched.
    I’m going to fuck you. So hard you won’t be able to stand for a week. Then I’m going to do it again. And