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you.But—”—she shifted minutely and the feel of her soft lips against my finger made me almost groan out loud—” But, if you’re not ready, tell me now and I’ll go.” The words were rolling out of my mouth before I even knew what I was saying. Was I really telling her I’d wait for her? “We can do this tomorrow or the next night or in a month’s time. It’s okay. I’ll still be here.” I felt her draw in her breath, as if what I was saying was shocking. “But if you want this now, like I do...then let’s go inside.”
    I drew back a little and blinked at her. I was at least as surprised by what I’d said as she was. But it had worked. She nodded once, quickly, her mind made up, then grabbed my hand and led me inside.
    I only caught brief glimpses of the interior. She rushed me through it, maybe self-conscious that it was small. I wanted to tell her that it was a hell of a lot bigger than the place I’d grown up in, but I couldn’t drag my eyes from her legs, or from the curve of her ass as she walked ahead of me. Plus, I was still trying to come to terms with what I’d said to her outside. Offer to wait? Me? It wasn’t something I’d ever done before—hell, the women I normally met didn’t expect anything more than a one night-stand. But with Irina...I realized it was true. I would have waited, if she’d made me. I am fucking obsessed with this woman.
    By the time we made it into her bedroom, I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed her as she pushed the door closed and pressed her full-length against it. Then I cupped her head in my hands and ran my fingertips through her hair as I kissed her hard. The feel of her soft, supple body against the hardness of mine had me panting. I grabbed the hem of her dress and started dragging it up her thighs, still kissing her. My fingers brushed over nylon, then her stocking tops, then the soft smoothness of her thighs. She moaned into my mouth and that stoked my lust even more.
    I hauled her away from the door and spun her around, pulled her coat off her arms and let it fall to the floor. Then I pulled her back against my chest until her ass was grinding against my cock. I pulled her dress higher, revealing a pair of simple, black panties. Somehow, that triangle of black fabric between those smooth golden thighs was more enticing than any elaborate lingerie.
    I snaked one hand down her body and between her thighs, groaning as my fingertips pressed against her warmth. I started to stroke her there and, immediately, she clenched her thighs tight around my hand, her dancer’s muscles pinning me tight for a second. Jesus, she’s going to be an incredible fuck. I moved my hand more firmly, overpowering her, and she groaned in surprise and pleasure as I worked at her softness through the thin fabric. A minute of gasping, panting friction and she was wilting against me, thighs clenching around my hand in time with my movements. Two minutes, and I could feel her slickness wetting the fabric.
    I almost hurled her onto the bed. She landed on her back, dress rucked up around her hips, and stared up at me with a look that drove me wild. It was only there for a second, but it was like looking down through layers of ice to white-hot magma. Underneath all that cold, there was a raw, powerful lust that matched my own. The idea of that, in a woman as gorgeous as her, blew my mind.
    I tore off my coat and climbed onto the bed, one knee between her legs. Her dress had slid down a little and I started to push it up again, wanting to grab hold of her panties and pull them off. I wanted to see her, there, just gaze at her for a while, then I was going to spread those thighs and lick her until she screamed—
    My elbow hit the little table next to her bed. A framed picture fell over and toppled over the edge. I grabbed for it and caught it before it hit the floor, then lifted it to put it back in its place—
    I froze.
    That’s—
    No, of course it fucking isn’t.
    I lay there