Fifty minutes, huh? he muttered. Too long? she managed with a teasing smile, knowing she longer had the strength to turn him away. She wanted Dalton to make love to her again. Needed him to. He arched a brow. You questioning my stamina? Laughing softly, she reached for his shirt, pulling him to her. Not on your life. I know better. I was just thinking that for a man who spent years perfecting the eight second ride, fifty minutes might be quite a stretch. Threading his fingers through her hair, he looked down at her. The stretching part is no longer in question. Hell, much longer and its gonna take a crow bar to get me out of these jeans. Then what are you waiting for?