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Giving in to the need, he wrapped his arms around her, one hand sliding down to palm her perfect ass and pull her in tight.

He kissed a path to her throat, and as he breathed in her fragrant scent, his entire body tightened in reaction. “You smell like peaches.”

“It’s the body wash. You like it?”

“I do. It’s making me hungry.” He grazed his teeth along a sensitive spot on her neck and smiled when she let out a soft moan. He nipped her earlobe. “But I’ll tell you a secret. I’d be all over you regardless.”

“Even if I smelled like a goat?”

“Especially if you smelled like a goat.”

Her laugh melted into a sigh when he filled his hand with her breast. And when he brushed his thumb over her taut nipple, the sigh turned into a sharp intake of breath. He loved how she responded to his touch, as though she couldn’t get enough of him.

She tugged at his shirt, pulling until she managed to yank the fabric free from the waistband of his jeans. He broke contact just long enough to drag the shirt over his head and toss it aside. Then he kissed her again, his tongue sliding in to taste and explore, and heat exploded under his skin.

“Bed or wall?” he murmured against her mouth.

Her eyes drifted open, glazed with desire. Breathless, she said, “I get a choice?”

“Youalwaysget a choice.” His voice was low, rough, as though he was barely holding on to control. He touched his forehead to hers. “We only do what you want to do. Go as far as you want to go. Just say the word, and this ends.”

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know. Just putting it out there.” He kissed her—long, slow, deep—until her bones felt as though they’d turned to jelly and every thought in her head evaporated. He eased back far enough to see her face. “Wall or bed? The choice is yours.”

Dazed with lust, it took a few seconds for the question to register in her mind. “Wall. I might not have the energy for it later.”

A feral glint lit his eyes. His hand left her breast, skimming down past her torso, not stopping until it covered her mound but went no further. “Yes?”

Like there was any chance in hell she’d say no. “God, yes.”

He chuckled. “Just making sure.”

And then she felt his fingers slip between her lips, touching, teasing, and every nerve in her body lit up like a Roman candle. She closed her eyes, focusing on the building pleasure, the sweet aching need, certain that her pounding heart was as loud as her uneven breathing.

She didn’t notice him backing her up until her butt bumped against the cool wall.

He sank to his knees in front of her, his head tilted up and his smoldering gaze on hers. “Yes?”

“Yes.” Her pulse hammered in her throat.

She wasn’t a virgin by any stretch, yet this all felt new and wondrous. She wasn’t used to having a man look at her as though he couldn’t breathe without her. It made her feel powerful, sexy. Wanton. It made her feel more alive than she’d ever felt before. But even more, it inspired emotions she wasn’t prepared to experience. For now, she shoved the emotions aside to contend with at a later time.

Then his mouth was on her, and everything dissolved in the wake of pure sensation. There was only him, his mouth, his hands, and the excruciating pleasure that saturated her senses with startling intensity. A ragged moan slipped past her lips, and she prayed it wasn’t loud enough for the guys down the hall to hear.

“That’s it, babe, let it go.”

She tried holding it back, wanting to delay the moment for as long as possible, but it was like a pebble trying to hold back an avalanche. Sensation layered on top of sensation until at last she cried out, her head falling back against the wall. Her body exploded in a convulsive burn, his hands on her thighs the only thing keeping her legs from giving out from under her.

Delicious tremors still rippled through her body when he finally moved his mouth away from her tender flesh. He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh before taking a leisurely path upward—to her hip, her belly, lingering at her breasts, not stopping until his gaze was level with hers and her whole body ached with desire.

“Still want the wall?” His voice sounded rougher, almost a growl. It turned her on even more, a feat she hadn’t considered possible.

“Yeah, but that’s going to be awful hard with you wearing pants and all.”

His mouth curved in a sinful grin, his eyes never leaving hers as he toed off his shoes and reached for the fly of his jeans. In one smooth motion, he shoved both jeans and briefs down past his hips and—

The man was perfect.All long, lean muscles and smooth, tanned skin, with a light dusting of chest hair that narrowed as it headed south toward the Promised Land. Her gaze drifted lower and watched as he rolled a condom over his shaft. Good Lord, he was hung, and the thought of having him inside her gave Dorcas a rush of anticipation.