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“I’ve,” Pete huffed out the word and tried again. “I’ve never needed anyone so badly.”
Danielle wrapped her legs around his hips and crossed her ankles. Her arms were locked about his neck so hard he couldn’t have moved if there was an attack.
“I didn’t,” he’d kill himself if he had, “hurt you, did I?”
Her purr wasn’t one of contentment but rather of triumphant declaration. He’d take that as a no. By the sounds she was making, an emphatic one.
He lay against her and only slowly became aware of other sensations around them. One of her feet crossed over his butt was still clad in pants and an Army boot, the sole of which was digging in hard. The long Nevada grass wasn’t as soft as the lush Alabama grass of Fort Rucker. He’d imagined in a hundred fantasies bedding this woman outdoors o
