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Not too much hair on his chest. And he had to be into lifting weights to get rounded pecs like that. Such perfection couldn’t be achieved any other way.

The hard ground sloped to the edge of the river, though not as much as Karrie would’ve liked for privacy. Rob found a small boulder and drew her behind it, the surface hot with the desert’s broiling sun.

“You gonna take that off?” Rob asked, cocking one eyebrow, indicating her T-shirt.

“Silly me.” She returned his smile and pulled up the hem of her shirt, but then teasingly dropped it again.

Rob laughed. “So that’s how it is.” He caught her around the waist.

Giggling, Karrie twisted and wiggled, but couldn’t stop him from getting hold of her top and pulling it over her head. She stumbled backward but caught her balance, still chuckling.

But Rob wasn’t laughing anymore. His hungry gaze roamed her breasts, her bare midriff. By the time his eyes met hers, her nipples had tightened.

“Come here” was all he had to say….