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He chuckled. “I’m a bartender. I’ve seen it all.”
“Yeah, but have you done it all?”
“There you go again. So interested in my sex life.”
“Well, sure. You were like this mythic character. You walked the halls like a king, and all the girls were your concubines…” She wasn’t ashamed to admit it. “Sure,I was.”
“Was or are?”
“Both.”Something about her honesty shifted the balance of power. He went from teasing her to looking out of his element. And that emboldened her. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like with you. I had a lot of fantasies as a girl when I didn’t know what French kissing meant. When the only sex I’d ever seen came from PG-13 movies.”
“And now that you’ve fucked?”
She suspected his crudeness was a way of regaining his footing in the conversation. But in the darkness and having spent some time with him, she wasn’t afraid to tell the truth. “Now, I want different things.”
He licked his bottom lip, and his features hardened. He caged her in, and even though their bodies didn’t touch, she could feel desire radiating off him like heat. “Different how?”
“Someone who’s not so careful with me.” She shook her head because that wasn’t it. “You can feel it in the way a man touches you, kisses you.”
“Feel what?”
“How much he wants you. And with Matt, I never felt swept away. I never felt he had to have me.”
He gripped her arm and yanked her closer. “Say that name again, and I’m going to have to kiss it out of your mouth, you hear me?”
“You mean...” That rough voice, the clutch of his hold… It sent a punch of adrenaline through her. Her body went hot andelectric, and she literally could not help herself from unleashing the beast. “Matt?”
“Dammit, Fee.” He gripped her wrists and held them over her head, his hips slamming her ass against the door. With his gaze locked on her mouth, he leaned in and plundered her with a voracious kiss.
This man took what he wanted. He didn’t wait. He didn’t try to seduce. He groaned deep in his throat while his tongue took possession and swept out every last remnant of the man who’d come before him.
The passion of his kiss swept her under, and her mind shut down. She became pure hot lust. Wrenching her wrists free, she wrapped her arms around his neck and grabbed a fistful of his silky hair at the base of his neck.
The hard tug unleashed something in him because he reached for her ass and lifted her. Stepping between her legs, he rocked his thick cock against her. The rhythmic pressure on her clit had sensation exploding in a shower of fiery sparks.
She wanted his hunger, his clutch, and his ferocious desire for her to never end.
Because it spilled into the lonely corners of her heart, it heated the places that had long gone cold and made her feel vitally alive. It yanked her from the soft space of her dream world and dropped her into a sizzling, raw reality she knew she’d never want to leave.
And just when the pulse between her legs grew unbearable, he set her on her feet, spun her around, and braced her hands on the wall. He unzipped her jeans and reached beneath the elastic of her panties. The moment his finger grazed over her clit, a flash fire tore across her skin.
“You’re so fucking wet.” As he started to yank down her pants, a rumble of engines ripped through the haze of intimacy. He froze.
She needed his touch, his urgency…his friction. Glancing over her shoulder, she eyed him with desperation.Come on.
“We’ve got company.” He lowered his chest to her back. “Dammit.”
Chapter Fourteen
As the trucksturned into her driveway, she jerked up her jeans and quickly zipped and buttoned them.
But before she could hit the remote, he cupped her chin. “You okay?” He held her gaze.
“If you regret what you just did to me, I’m kicking you out on your ass.”
He cracked a grin, his thumb stroking her jaw. “Not a chance.”
Engines cut off. Car doors slammed shut. “I don’t know who it could be. I’m not expecting anyone.” She punched the button, and the garage door rattled and creaked as it opened. Light flooded the space. Outside, two giant black pickups were parked in the driveway, and a moving van was pulling up to the curb. “What’s going on?”
