"Let me get the tent up," he said.
"Is that a euphemism." She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
Rafe groaned, hooked a finger into the waistband of her panties and pulled her in close.
"I want to make love to you now. I'm so excited it will be rough and fast and probably awful. I think we should slow down a little. Put up the tent and try to enjoy this with a little comfort."
Jenna rolled her eyes, "There's mister old fashioned emerging again." She arched on her toes and whispered against Rafe's ear.
"I might want it fast and rough."
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