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want. She grabbed his neck and tangled her fingers in the hair at his nape. With every thrust of his tongue, her need grew. Maybe because they’d danced around each other for days. Maybe because he fought so hard against their magnetism, for there was no doubt he’d wanted her. But the damn burst. And they were both being swept away in the flood. He commanded her body, her will, and she gave her all.
    “God, you taste good. Sweet. I don’t do sweet.” His breath brushed against her skin as he nipped the flesh under her ear.
    “I can be bad,” she muttered.
    His fingers slid under her shirt and skimmed over her rib cage. She squirmed, but his body kept her pressed against the wall. Still she wanted him closer. She wanted his skin on hers. Somehow she managed to curl her leg around his muscled thigh, and he fit his body more intimately with hers. The feel of his iron hard erection drove everything out of her mind but him, this moment.
    “Baby, you are pure passion.”
    “Are you complaining?” she asked.
    Gripping her bottom, he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He groaned, a soul rendering sound. He rubbed his nose along her cheek, then kissed the pulsing vein in her neck. His movement so sensuous, he stimulated every nerve she had.
    “I do hard, and . . .”
    “Fast? That’s okay with me,” she panted.
    “No.” He kissed her jaw. “Hard and . . .” he nipped her neck, “low and . . .” he licked, “and deep.” Drawing back, his eyes blazed his need.
    “Is this what you wanted? If you have any intention of stopping me, now is the time.”
    Seducing Hunter had been a crazy idea that she hadn’t really thought out. But to have his body pressed against her, sensual tension curdled her insides to molten fire.
    “Y-yes. I mean, no. Don’t stop. God, how can you ask me? You’ve aroused me to a frenzied mess,” her response breathy and urgent.
    “No promises. No guarantees. There’s only here, and now.” He sucked the bottom of her earlobe into his mouth, scraping it with his teeth.
    “Here. Now,” she repeated while her body screamed.
    His words rumbled against her throat, “Tell me what you want.”
    Oh God.
    “You,” she breathed.
    Before either of them could take their next breath, he crashed his mouth on hers taking her in a hard frenzied kiss. His tongue diving and battling, wrestling with hers. She’d never known such a fire like the one raging between them.
    He drew back just enough to rip his t-shirt over his head. A wave of excitement spiraled through her at the sight of his carved abdomen. Her palms roamed the wide expanse of his chest, relishing the texture. She loved trailing her fingers over his rigid muscles, sifting through his curly hair. Her breath caught as she drifted downward along the waist band of his jeans.
    When, his hands slid under her shirt and up her ribcage, she closed her eyes, silently begging him to touch, to taste. Calloused fingers grazed her skin, his thumbs circling the undersides of her breasts. Every brush pierced her with a new sensation of longing. Her nipples puckered in expectation. But he denied her, teased her, then suddenly, he whipped her sweatshirt over her head.
    “You’re beautiful.”
    Finally his thumbs brushed over the beaded peaks. He seemed fascinated with her body. He kneaded, squeezed, and then melded his chest with hers.
    “God, you feel good.” Yearning ripped through her like a whirling tornado. She dived her fingers into his hair and pressed her lips to the side of his neck with all the feeling and emotion coursing through her.
    “You are delectable,” He murmured.
    Driven like a man obsessed, he blazed a path of open mouth kisses from her ear down her throat, twining a trail to the top of her breasts. His tongue lapped and circled, then his open mouth covered her, fanning her need to an out of control burn.
    He suckled, drawing an abrupt cry of pleasure from her, then he swept to her other breast, nibbling soft