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Between kisses, he reached behind her and opened the door to her room. They stumbled inside, and he managed to close them in.

He pressed her against the closest wall, nuzzling and licking her neck until her head fell back, offering him more flesh to taste. “I think you’ve been sent into my life to torment me.” He tongued her pulse point, sucking it with a groan.

She moaned, her senses drinking him in like blood down her throat. His scent. His voice. The heat from his body. “And you’ve been sent to madden me.”

He was only getting started. He reached for her tingling breasts, fondling them.

“Yes!” She arched to his touch, shimmying for more contact.

Against her neck, he rasped, “I’ve wanted to play with these since I saw them bouncing in your wet T-shirt. I crossed a wasteland as hard as granite for you.”

She tried to marshal her thoughts enough to speak. “You look good in a towel.”So sexy, Mina.

He gave a rough laugh, a puff of air against her damp skin. “Admit it, you’ve wanted your hand on my cock since you saw me half-dressed earlier. You wanted to stroke me. Suck me.”

His spicy language shocked and aroused her. She couldn’t lie. “During dinner, I pictured scenarios.”

He tweaked her nipples with light plucks that nearly put her on the ceiling. “Did you, then? Had my own imaginings.” One of his hands descended past her navel to the waist of her pants. He held her gaze, a question in his eyes.

Her throbbing nipples urged her to nod.

He eased his hand into her pants, into the heat of her silk panties. “Will I find you wet, princess?”

Yes!Even as her hips wantonly rolled, misgivings arose. “I shouldn’t allow this.”

“Should. I’m going to bring you off hard, make you wonder how you’ve lived without me.”

Could he? She breathlessly admitted, “I-Iamin need of climax.”

Pained chuckle. “I’ll take care of you, sweet.” He flicked his tongue against her throat as he strummed her jutting nipples, and reason fled. Lodging his knee against the wall, he hooked her leg over it, parting her to his hand. He cupped her sex and groaned, “Sowet. Gods, you please me.” Her soaked flesh blossomed against his hot hand.

Lost, she nodded and moaned, “Take care of me . . . bring me off.”

“You need this as badly as I do!” Clever fingers played with her arousal, spreading it all around.

Those caresses weren’t enough. She shifted, undulating to get his touch on her needy clitoris.

Yet he centered on her entrance. “I want inside you. Want my cock . . .here.” His finger inched into her channel, delivering revelations of pleasure—sensations only hinted at when she’d touched herself alone in bed. “Tight.Are you a virgin, Kosmina?”

“Guh . . .” The sultry pressure made her head loll. “I . . . yes . . .yes. . .”

With his other hand, he clasped her nape to keep their gazes locked. “I want it. I want your innocence. You’re going to give it to me.”

The fog cleared enough for her to say, “N-no. Just touching. And I’m rethinking that as I speak?—”

He rubbed her bud, stealing her words more than shyness ever had. She jolted in his arms, nearing the precipice.

But he kept her there, returning his attention to her entrance. “So close to coming for me. Let me inside you.” He slowly thrustthat finger into her channel, mimicking sex. “You need me filling this, the hungry core of you.”

She bucked on his hand. “Go back to where you were! Just a little more . . .”

“You’ll have what you want. For now.” He pumped his finger, grinding his palm against her clitoris. The tension mounted, sharpening to a diamond point.

Just as a frisson of fear arose—how much pleasure could she withstand?—she reached the very brink.

Teetering . . . resisting . . . wanting this to last forever . . .

“That’s it. Let it happen, princess.”