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His hands moved up my body to cup my breasts, his thumbs raking over my nipples until they were hard and aching. Once satisfied, he gave them each a pinch.

“Oh, God!” I whispered as my clit spasmed, and I knew that if he were to reach inside my panties that he’d feel how wet I was.

“You were about to say?”

I felt his grin against me, the cocky bastard. WhatwasI going to say? It was an effort to even think clearly. “I think you’ve got the bedroom skills down packed.”

His internal laugh vibrated against my backside.

“Then let me show you my kitchen skills.”

God help me! I’d never survive them, but that didn’t stop me from turning in his arms to face him. I opened my mouth but never got the chance to speak. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me closer, not stopping until he was kissing the daylights out of me. Instant arousal, hot and knee-buckling, consumed me. Loco kissed like a man who was confident and knew what he wanted and took it. The pressure of his firm lips and the way he was moving his mouth over mine created a friction I could feel all the way to my toes.

I became hotter, uncomfortably so, and I savored his dominance over me in a way that surprised the hell out of me. Maybe it was because I hadn’t had time to react to his total control over me before his kiss turned my brain to mush. As he ground his mouth over mine, I clutched at his naked shoulders and pulled him closer, causing both of us to moan. Loco took my submission the way any man might, and he pushed his hips into mine, making sure that I felt his erection.

His throbbing hardness caused a very strong reaction in my body. My whole being quivered with arousal. My nipples were so hard they ached. My clit was throbbing and my heart was about to pound out of my chest. His tongue explored every corner of my mouth, wringing out moan after moan of pleasure from me. I shamelessly arched into the cradle of his hips, needing to feel more of the power between his legs.

I thrust my tongue against his, tasting his passion. I wanted to devour him.

When his large hands cupped my bottom, I was frightened by how eagerly I wanted to wrap my legs around him. I knew that I should put a stop to this insanity. He was a confirmed man-whore, and I was the one who would end up hurt. But, God help me, I didn’t have the strength or the desire to end the madness.

Loco must have had similar thoughts, because he pulled back first, breathing hard, his nostrils flaring and eyes burning brightly. “Fuck, what just happened?” He stepped further away from me, running a hand through his tussled hair. He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just done, a grim expression taking over his features when reality hit.

I ran my tongue over my swollen lips and tried to catch my breath. “You kissed me,” I pointed out, smiling slightly at his confusion.

His dark, smoldering eyes met mine. “That was no kiss, darlin’, that was a fuck in disguise.”

Holy smokes!The dam broke and my panties were flooded. The arousal in his voice had turned it into a husky, whiskey--or in this case, coffee--coated rasp that trailed over my body in a rough caress. I wanted this man. Like, right now.

How in the world was this possible for a kiss to have that kind of power?

Chapter 18

Loco

God damn, that kiss was something else. Millie’s soft, plump lips had put a spell on me. I wanted to fucking consume the woman, body and soul. She was too fucking sweet and tempting, and the sway of her hips and ass as she’d sashayed to the sink in those tight jeans had decided it for me. I was going to fuck her again. Ever since the night we’d spent together I hadn’t been able to get her off my mind, and believe me, I’d tried. There was no reason for me to fight it so fucking hard, except that I was fucking scared.

Scared that she was the one.

Scared that she wouldn’t be enough.

Scared of hurting her.

But one thing I knew for certain was that I wanted to peel her clothes off and fuck her right now, against the kitchen sink. I thanked fuck that she lived alone when my hand dropped to the snap on her pants with every intention of doing just that.

“I want you right now. Right here.” I pulled the zipper down easily. “You got anything to say about that?” God, please let her be on board. My balls were turning blue and my dick ached with the need to be inside her. I hadn’t fucked anyone since I’d gotten a taste of her. I reached for the waistband and hesitated, waiting for her to respond. I searched her eyes for a sign--go forward or step back.

“What’s taking you so long, lover boy?” came her husky response.

I’d let her get away with calling me that for now.

Laughing, I rolled down her pants and she stepped out of them. I slanted my mouth over hers as I ripped her panties off and slipped them into my pocket.I had a drawer full of souvenirs, but I had something special in mind for this pair.She moaned into my mouth, biting down on my bottom lip and causing my dick to bow sharply against my pants.

In spite of her bite I didn’t break the kiss. Pain turned me on, and she was about to find out that I also liked giving it. I’d held back before, but today Millie was going to see exactly what she did to me and how raw I liked it. She didn’t know it yet, but I’d decided that after today I was going to make her mine. I was fucking tired of fighting against it, and if there was any chance of a future for us, we didn’t need any surprises or secrets between us.

She was it for me.

The reality of what all that that implied hit me hard and almost caused me to step back, but I forced myself to do the opposite instead. It was time I manned-up and accepted the decision to keep Millie in my life. I growled, losing what little control I had left. I gripped the ends of her shirt and whipped it up, tearing my mouth from hers long enough to get it off. We went right back to devouring each other, our kiss turning wilder and hotter with every passing second, until we couldn’t breathe.

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