Even though rug burn was a small price to pay for fulfilling a fantasy he’d carried since that day in the woods, the real reason for returning to his house was far more practical. He’d only anticipated a stirring good-night kiss or two at the end of the evening, nothing that would require the kind of protection he kept bedside. Judging from Angie’s inexperience, she wouldn’t be able to produce condoms on a moment’s notice. At least this way he could love her the way she deserved to be loved. She’d be isolated enough that she could scream at the intense pleasure he intended to give her. Heck, they both could.“What are you smiling at?” she asked from the passenger side of the car.“I was just thinking…planning,” he answered.“I was talking to Oreo,” she said, scratching the furry dog head that poked between the front seats. “Thanks for letting me bring her along. I hated to leave her alone tonight after having been gone earlier.”“As long as she stays out of our room,”
