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For the first time in his life, he wasfeeling everything. His body was one big ball of heat, so intense, hefelt as if he was burning from the inside out. He had to have her.

If he didn't, he was not going to survivethe night.

When her hands raced over his chest,tangling with the hairs covering his skin, he thought he was going todie.

"Now!" she cried, head thrownback to give him access to her nipples. He took. He needed to.

His lips closed over one rigid nipple andhad her crying out. Her body arched towards his hungry mouth, and shefelt her insides melt as he suckled greedily.

Nothing had ever tasted this good, hethought hazily. With fingers digging into her hips, he transferred tothe next nipple and gave it the same ardent treatment.

No words were spoken between them. Nothingwas said, but their bodies revealed everything. He had never feltsuch desire pouring through his body. It was overwhelming, making itdifficult to even have a solid thought. His mind had emptied ofeverything but the woman writhing beneath his hands.

Lifting his head, he stared at her blindlybefore lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the comfortablesofa tucked beneath the window. As if afraid that she was going totry and escape him, he dragged off his pants and toed off his shoes.

Zuri got an impression of bronzed skin,muscled chest, before he lowered himself over her. She had taken offher sandals when he was undressing and was working on her jeans whenhe stopped her.

"Let me," his voice was rough,his body tensed. Without looking at her, he got rid of the jeans,going still as he stared at the quivering stomach, eyes drifting downto the flimsy lace covering her sex.

With a low groan, he palmed her sex, eyesflying to her face as she arched her body. It took just that to makeher fly. His body responded violently as he took in the parted lipsand the stunned look on her beautiful face.

With a feral growl, he covered her bodywith his, driving into her without thought of consequences.

He went still when her tightness wrappedaround him and had to ease back a little to gain some of the controlhe had lost. His skin was coated with sweat, his heart a jack hammerpounding inside his chest. Digging his fingers through her thickcurls, he lifted her head and brought his down.

Smothering the cries erupting from her, hekissed her savagely, his body moving desperately as if trying tooutpace the reactions inside his body. The pleasure made him faint.Nothing in his entire life had ever felt so good. He was drowning inher taste and the feel of her. Her scent, seductive and subtle, thetaste of her lips, the feel of her wrapped around him was more thanhe could bear.

When she arched against him, fingersdigging into his back, he gripped her hip and turned her slightly asthe climax ripped through her like a violent storm.

He was right behind her. His body wentstiff as the fire swirled and took on a power that swept him away inits wake.

It took several minutes for them to move.He was slumped on top of her as he fought for control. His breathingwas shallow, and he could not move. He could not even feel his limbs.When she stirred, he found the strength to roll off her.

Zuri stayed where she was, her heart stillbanging inside her chest, her body still melting. She watched as herose and grabbed his pants. Without putting on his underwear, hedragged it on, his back turned towards her. Without once looking ather, he went to the door to retrieve their clothing scattered on thecarpet in front of the door.

Tossing her sweater and the ruined bra toher, he shrugged on his shirt, forced to leave it open because thebuttons were scattered all over the carpet.

"Get dressed," he said tersely,glancing at her briefly, his gaze sliding away from the seductivepicture she presented.

Walking to the cabinet, he grabbed a bottleof scotch. Tugging out the stopper, he did not bother with a glassbut simply drank from the bottle.

Zuri slowly sat up, drawing her knees toher chest as she watched him with a guarded expression. The silencebetween them was thick, filled with unspoken questions and unresolvedtension. Her mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions, the echoes oftheir shared passion still resonating within her.

When he said nothing and turned his back onher, she rose and hurriedly put on her clothes. Her hair was a mess,and she was certain that anyone seeing her would guess exactly whatshe had been up to.

Walking to the chair, she grabbed her purseand stood there waiting for him to say something. Anything. But hestood there staring out the window, the bottle of scotch gripped inhis hand like a weapon.

Sighing deeply, she left, slamming thedoors shut behind her.

He continued to stare out the window, afrown touching his brow, his shoulders tensed, his body still wrackedwith desire and passion. He was not prone to making mistakes becausehe could not afford to. Had learned a long time ago that mistakescost dearly. And he had never in all his life gone with a womanwithout using protection.

Not even when his son had been conceived;that was why he had doubted that the boy was his, until he had seenhim, and even then, he had insisted on a DNA test. Because of hishellish upbringing, he had never wanted to be a father, so he hadbeen extra careful. Until now.

Christ Jesus! He had gone at her like a manpossessed. The farthest thing from his mind had been theconsequences. That was how much he wanted her.

He stared grimly as she made her waytowards her vehicle. He watched as she slid into the driver's sideand just sat there. Turning the bottle to his head, he drank steadilyand stared blindly as she left the parking lot.

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