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He licked a trail under my breast, his other arm supporting my ass. I could do nothing but hold on and pray that I could manage to make it good for him too.

He went from one to the other until my head thunked against the glass. “God.”

His eyes glittered in the near dark. When headlights flashed over us from the street, I instinctively flinched.

“They can’t see.” He grazed his teeth over my ribs and back to my breast. “They have no idea that we’re here.”

My heart pounded so hard I couldn’t hear anything else. It filled my head, my chest, and echoed between my thighs.

To the world, it was just a glass face to his building. To me, it was an epiphany.

Thisis what it felt like to be wanted.

He rolled his hips against me, and I whimpered.

He pushed up the sweater until I couldn’t see. I didn’t want that. I wanted to be a part of this and to experience everymoment. I flipped my sweater over my head and hissed out a shuddering sigh when he unclasped my bra.

“Perfect,” he said around my nipple. His long, sculpted fingers made me feel small and fragile. My skin was honey-toned from the beach, but his was a deep olive hue.

No pasty office drone skin for him.

I frowned over that for a moment. All he did was work.

But then he plucked my nipple and twisted lightly, and I forgot how words worked. I was a wide open nerve that sucked up all the pleasure he was dispensing.

And I was overflowing with it.

He bent his knees and lowered me to my feet.

I grasped his shoulders. “No, don’t stop.” There was no disguising the raw plea in my voice.

“I don’t think I could.”

Chapter Thirteen

He crouched in front of me and slipped those amazing hands under my skirt. My chest heaved as if I’d run a mile—which I can’t do easily, thanks—and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

That luscious dark hair had fallen forward and transformed his angular, too-serious face into someone younger.

Hungrier.

With the devil in his eyes.

Fallen angel, anyone?

Surely my knees were going to dissolve right then and there.

But no, not yet.

When his fingertips glided up and behind my knees, trailing fire up the backs of my thighs, that’s when all the muscle and bone dissolved.

Thank God the glass was behind me, or I would have fallen to the floor.

He tugged my hips away from the glass enough to grip my ass. The streetlamps were directly behind me, throwing most of him into shadow.

Already on the verge of panting, I tipped back my head and let out a strangled moan as his hot breath seared through myskirt. He looked up at me, his eyes glittering between those sinful dark locks.

He watched me unflinchingly. As if he was going to miss something important.

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