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“Damn you! You’re so stubborn you’d walk into a bullet before you’d give in, wouldn’t you, Lyrica?”
Jerking her against him, one hand at her hip, the other in her hair, tugging her head back, he glared down at her, knowing he was destroying himself just as he’d destroy her innocence.
“I’m stubborn? Oh hell no, you have me so beat. At least I can admit when I want something. Just because it’s the worst thing I could want doesn’t mean I’m not honest enough to admit to wanting it.” She just couldn’t let it go. She couldn’t stop, couldn’t understand how ragged his control was. “Damn you, Graham. Damn you for making me want what we both know I can’t have.”
The pain that filled her emerald eyes struck at his chest, at the guilt he couldn’t seem to shed, no matter how he tried.
“Do you really believe I think you’re anything like any other woman I’ve had in my bed?” he rasped, the sound of his own voice almost shocking him. “You know better than that. Damn you, Lyrica, I’ve never led you to believe such a thing.”
“I think you’d cut your own dick off before you’d ever let any woman mean anything to you, Graham,” she retorted angrily. “Especially me.”
The sound of the explicit words falling from her lips had that organ swelling impossibly harder, throbbing furiously.
Lowering his head slowly he watched the slumberous arousal that began to transform her face, erasing the anger as her lips parted. But god, he didn’t dare take what she offered. If he kissed her, the battle would be lost.
Only sheer, desperate will kept him from taking those pretty, parted lips. Moving to her ear instead, he nuzzled the sensitive flesh just beneath the lobe, inhaling the scent of her as his body tightened further.
“So innocent,” he whispered, his free hand gripping her hip and pulling her closer to the fiercely engorged length of his arousal as it throbbed behind the zipper of his jeans. “Too innocent.”
Sharp little nails dug into the thin cotton of his shirt to prick at the flesh of his sides as she drew in a hard, desperate breath.
“You don’t know that,” she said roughly.
“I’ve had my tongue up that sweet pussy, baby. I know you’re a virgin.” As he spoke, Graham turned her quickly, moving her until he was pressing her against the wall.
The shadows of the room he’d pulled her into surrounded them, locking them into an intimate swirl of heat, hunger, and music pulsing from the rooms below them.
—
“I told you I was a virgin, asshole,” she snapped, though the hunger raging through her made her voice far too soft, too needy.
“You didn’t have to tell me,” he admitted softly. “I knew. It was what was in your voice when you told me, Lyrica. All the dreams of happily ever after and prince charming. I’m no prince charming and happily ever after doesn’t happen, baby. But t
hat doesn’t mean we can’t mean something to each other. That we can’t steal at least the edge of the fairy tale.”
The edge of the fairy tale?
She wanted it all. The handsome prince, the castle in the air . . .
No, she wanted the fairy tale where Graham loved her just as deeply, just as fiercely as she loved him.
—
Her voice was dazed, her body melting against him, melting for him.
How much was she melting? he wondered, the craven demands sweeping through his senses as lust, barely controlled, raged through his body in waves of desperation.
“Dawg will kill me.” He nipped at her lobe, lifting her against him until he could push one heavy thigh between hers.
The thin material of her panties beneath the light chiffon of her dress and the denim of his jeans were no barrier between him and the sweet heat of her intimate flesh.
“Graham.” The soft exclamation of need filled the air around him and clawed at the fragile threads holding his hunger under control.
Barely in control.
“I could eat you up right here.” He flexed his knee against the sensitive pad of her sex, grinding gently, working against the tender bundle of nerve endings hiding there. “I could spread you out and make you scream for me, Lyrica. Until you realize how hungry I am. Until you realize nothing can prepare you for an animal. One far too hungry and far too desperate for every perverted desire one man could have for a woman.”
He knew himself too well. Knew too well the fantasies that he jacked off to where this woman was concerned.
