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A haze filled my head. I was still horny, still craving sex.

But not just any sex. Sex with Ridley.

The hell with the fact that I wasn’t sure how far to trust her. I wanted this woman more than I wanted my next breath.

“Actually,” I said against her lips, “we are. At least for these few days. I want to fuck, but not her. You.”

A sigh escaped her. She rubbed up against me like a cat, and I went from half-hard to hell-yeah-we’re-doing-this, my dick trying to push out of my jeans.

With a groan, I wrapped my arms around her. Her body fitted itself to mine like she was my other half, her abdomen taut against my erection, her small, perfect breasts pressed to my chest. The nipples were hard points that I was wild to taste again.

Ridley ran her lips along the stubble on my jaw. “I shouldn’t say this.”

I nibbled her full lower lip. “Say what?”

“I want to fuck you, too. So much.”

My breath snagged in my chest. The raw, needy words ricocheted from my brain to my balls like she’d tasered me.

I gripped her nape and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She sucked it deeper, and the kiss got hot and heavy in a hurry. She twined a leg around mine and rubbed her crotch over mine.

The pressure of my zipper against my cock hurt, but in a good way. I rocked my hips against her and maneuvered us so her back was against the wall of a nearby store.

Keeping my grip on her nape, I eased her T-shirt up with my free hand and ran the thumb over the stretchy black material of her bra, playing with her aroused nipple.

A passing car honked, reminding me we were on a busy street. I broke the kiss and lifted my head, chest jerking like I’d run a 100-meter dash. For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. I don’t know about Ridley, but my mind was too revved to form a coherent sentence.

She drew a jagged inhale. Her gaze tracked from my mouth to my eyes and back again.

I eased her shirt down over her stomach. “Let’s go back to the squat.”

She swallowed. Nodded. “Okay.”

Back in our room, we dragged off our clothes and boots. Ridley finished first, me right behind. I tossed my T-shirt, boxers and jeans on a chair and crossed to where she stood by the bed.

She put her hands on my chest and ran her fingers through the hair on my chest. “You are so hot.” She played with my nipples. “My beautiful Dark Angel.”

I blew out a breath.

“What?” Luminous gray eyes met mine.

“I hate that nickname. It’s not…me. It’s someone the media made up.”

“Really? Then I won’t use it again. But I have to say, I have a thing for angels.” She traced a finger down my unshaven cheek. “Especially the dark ones. They’re pretty sexy.”

“Yeah?” My mouth curved in a slow smile. I took her hand and sucked her wandering digit into my mouth. “Then you can call me Angel anytime you want.”

Her lips formed an ‘O.’ “It feels like you’re touching me. Down there.”

“Here?” I said around her finger and slid my other hand between her legs, cupping her.

She was hot and slick. I dipped my middle finger into her juices, then toyed with her clit.

“Yeah. There.” She removed her finger from my mouth and clutched my shoulders.

Without stopping what I was doing between her legs, I nibbled on her ear. “Remember what I said about not being that nice?”

A jerky nod.

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