Ohmygod, she thought, oh—my—God!
He groaned.
His arms went around her.
Hers rose and wound around his neck.
She pressed herself against him. And gasped.
He was hard as a rock.
She wanted to rub against him. Wanted to move her hips against his. Wanted to—to—
He lifted her off the ground, one arm around her waist, the other just below her backside. Her face was on a level with his; he kissed her slowly, caught her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked on her flesh, and—and—
A dazzling jolt of pure desire shot through her, the same as it had for one amazing moment in the bar, when her fear and indignation had given way to something very, very different. Something she’d refused to admit, even to herself.
“Wait,” she whispered, but he didn’t and she didn’t want him to wait, didn’t want anything to wait even though this wasn’t going according to plan.
He set her down, slowly, on her feet.
Don’t stop, she thought.
He didn’t.
He put his hands on her.
On her hips, bringing her, hard, against his erection.
On her breasts, oh, on her breasts, his thumbs dancing with tantalizing slowness over her nipples.
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