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He was making love to her mouth. Using his tongue.

Her insides quivered, and she grabbed his forearm to hold on. The awkward position, perched on the edge of the chair, made it impossible to kiss him back.

Bane shoved the table out from between them and hauled her onto his lap without breaking the kiss. Plopped down on his lap, all her muscles relaxed.

As he held her securely in his arms, she was able to finally, finally, kiss him back. Their tongues danced, slow and sexual. Being with him was the sexiest thing she'd ever experienced.

The way he kissed seduced her. She looped her arms around his neck, afraid he'd stop and go back to his side of the duplex before she had her fill of him. She'd gone from cold to warm. The few clothes she had on were too much.

She sucked on his tongue and pressed her breasts against his chest, trying to ease the throbbing pleasure pounding inside of her.

There was no reason to stop. She was a grown woman on birth control. There was a box of condoms in her dresser drawer that was sadly full. Between working, she rarely had time to meet anyone who hadn't already known her past and rejected her for it.

It'd been a year since she'd slept with a guy who was in Seaglass Cove on vacation. She and Liz had gone out with him and his friend. He'd known nothing about her. And she'd had a good time. But it was never the start of a relationship. It was more like a time when she could enjoy herself for a change.

Bane cupped her side, pulling her closer. His fingers dug into her hip.

He pulled his mouth off her. "If you don't tell me to leave, I'm going to take you inside and fuck you."

She cupped his face, loving how his whiskers pressed against her palms. "I'm not telling you to leave."

"What are you telling me?"

She wanted him to know, plain and simple, what she wanted. There couldn't be any misunderstandings this time around. She was stone-cold sober.

"I want you to fuck me." She looked him straight in the eyes. "I want to fuck you."

He growled, sweeping her into his arms, and stood. Instead of taking her to her side of the duplex, he walked around the privacy partition and took her to his side.

Bane crossed the barrier and shut the sliding door. She knew the room because she'd picked out the furniture. Even though everything was familiar, it was different. The area faintly smelled of Bane—leather and musk.

She slid down his body. As soon as her feet hit the floor, he pulled the hem of her shirt over her head. She grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the bedroom. He tugged her to a stop and walked her backward until her spine hit the wall.

A thrill shot straight through her and traveled between her legs. She swallowed hard.

He wasn't going to give her an inch. She understood who was leading, and she was okay with following.

His thumb traveled across her cheek, followed by his tongue, zeroing in on her earlobe. Her back slid down the wall.

He hoisted her back up and planted his booted foot between her feet. His hard, thick thigh between her legs. She dipped an inch and almost came off the wall at the caress against her pussy.

The arousal left her moaning.

He lifted his leg, rubbing the apex of her legs. His lips on her earlobe moved. "You like that?"

All she managed to do was moan louder and nod her head. He made her shorts invisible. She no longer wished to be naked because she felt everything. The denim. The heat. The hardness.

She clutched his leather vest in both hands and arched her back, riding his thigh. He slipped his hands to her waist and guided her to the bedroom, flipping the hallway light outside the room.

Bane set her in front of him and stepped over to the dresser. "Get undressed."

She toed off her sneakers and pulled off her shorts and panties. His belt buckle clinked as his jeans hit the floor. In her mad scramble to unlatch her bra, her hands shook. She struggled. Fed up and in a hurry, she slipped her arms out of the straps and twisted the bra until she could undo the three hooks.

"Jesus," mumbled Bane.

She dropped her bra and raised her gaze to find him ogling her. Aware that her breasts were larger than they appeared, covered with clothes and especially her swimsuit that held them tighter to her chest, she hugged her middle, which only made her breasts slam together in front of her.

Bane, now naked, strode toward her. His cock, semi-hard, hung and swung as he moved. He was perfect.

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