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that it?”  Just
saying it out loud turns him on.
    “Yes,” she pleads, not even slightly afraid to ask for what
she wants.  Her voice is breathless and her chest heaves with every raspy
breath.
    She needs this too.
    Harley presses his lower body against her, pinning her to
the door, so she can’t escape from him.  He loses his jacket and drops it
to the floor, not much caring for his expensive leather in comparison to the
pleasure he’s about to receive from tasting this woman.
    When he removes his shirt, he looks into her eyes and
growls.  “Your turn.”
    Aliah’s expression is incredulous.  “You expect me to
undress myself?  Most men would have had me naked by now.”
    “You say you’re not a whore…”
    “I mean, most men would strip a willing woman with his teeth
if that’s what he had to do to get her naked.”
    Harley squeezes his eyes shut, forcing away the delightful
image that slams into his head.  “I like to take my time.”
    He sees Aliah swallow.  She’s intrigued.  Has a
man never taken his time with her?  He leans in to kiss her, then
immediately catches himself before she can turn away and throw him out. 
He’s straining against his pants, and her softness only compliments him. 
He wants to sink right into her, but he wants to do it his way.
    Harley can see the way her chest rises and falls, as she
waits to see what he’s going to do next.  Aliah acts like she’s a
take-charge kind of girl, but he knows better.  She wants to be taken.
    “Why won’t you just fuck me already?”
    Oh, he plans to.  But not until he is good and ready.
    He skims his hands over her heated flesh, tickling her sides
with the gentleness of his touch.  He flexes against her, demonstrating
how much the anticipation intrigues him too.  Then he finally lifts her
shirt over her body, but leaves it covering her head.
    While he kisses her neck, she doesn’t even complain. 
He lets his tongue have a taste of her skin, as his hands warm to her slim
core.  When he cups a covered breast, she gasps for a breath and suddenly
notices the misplaced shirt.
    “What the fuck!”  She is not impressed.
    Why does he need her face, if she isn’t going to let him
kiss it?
    He helps her fumble with her shirt, until it lands on the
floor next to his jacket.  His smiling lips find her neck, but she shoves
him backward.  Not giving up, not even a little bit, he kisses her neck
again.  He feels when she softens beneath him, but he’s not going to let
her forget.
    He grasps onto her chin and turns her head away, as he sucks
her skin into his mouth, giving her pleasure bites from her jaw to her
ear.  She’s clearly pleased with his tongue, now that he’s shut his
mouth.  But she still struggles to fight him off, knowing exactly what
he’s doing with his tight grip on her chin.
    She pries his fingers off her face.  “What’s your
problem?”  Even while sassing at him she arches her back and presses into
him, to get the full effect of his hard on.
    Harley’s only response is a smile.  He kisses his way
across her chest and presses a warm tongue into the hollow of her neck.  His
lips skim up to the sensitive spot behind her ear, and trace her jaw downward,
coming much too close to her mouth.
    He knows she wants to stop him.  He can feel the
tension coming off her in waves.  But he revels in the fact that it feels
too good for her to actually spit out the words to make him stop.  His
lips close around her chin and she opens her mouth, to get more air into her
starved lungs.  Then he kisses the corner of her mouth, and she almost
gives in.
    But not quite.
    She takes his face in her hand and squeezes, searing him
with a glare.  Then she reaches between them and grabs him by the
balls.  He grunts; but not unpleasantly.
    “You have some big balls, doing that after I told you not
to.”
    He smiles, loving the way she chews at her lips as she stares
at his.
    She tightens her grip, finding her resolve.