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“So pretty.” And she was. She was so damned pretty. He’d never forgotten her after that dance six years ago. And his hunger for her had only grown. “And you have the sweetest ass, Zoey.”
His hand landed against the curve of her rear, the helpless moan that fell from her lips causing his teeth to clench as he fought for control.
As he lowered his head, his lips brushed over the slight blush his hand created, feeling the muscle tighten, feeling the little shiver that raced up her back. Holding her hips in place, he let his lips wander along the shallow crease, his tongue stroking, teasing until reaching the puckered entrance.
“Doogan . . .”
“Getting scared now, baby?” It wasn’t fear. He could feel the way her body pushed against him, then eased away, hesitant in the face of caresses she’d probably never considered.
“Scared? Never,” she scoffed, then whimpered in pleasure.
Flicking his tongue around the clenched entrance, he rimmed it teasingly as he lifted one hand and lowered it again in another of the heated little caresses.
She wasn’t frightened, not in the literal sense, but Doogan could sense the feminine instincts rioting as he touched her so intimately. Just as he could feel her pleasure in the soft, silky slide of moisture coating the intimate folds just below his lips.
She was so wet, so slick. For the first time since he’d begun having sex, he could feel his self-control fraying with the need to just fuck. To fill her, pump inside her, and ride them both into the storm of carnal hunger and need building inside him.
Controlling this woman’s passions and that instinctive Mackay arrogance and temperament would never be easy. She would always be a challenge. She would always be looking for a challenge.
Pulling back, he applied a heavy measure of the lubrication to his fingers.
With his free hand he caressed the rounded curve of her ass, tapped it again, just enough to create a sensual heat in the sensitive flesh and unlock the heart of the woman who would be his destruction.
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Oh God, what was he doing to her?
Zoey gasped, her breath coming in hard pants, panicked excitement building in her. Arcs of fiery sensation detonated beneath the flesh of her rear, then raced through her bloodstream to a previously unknown depth of her sensuality.
This was crazy. With each little tap to her backside she was craving more. She ached for more of the heat that rode a line of pleasure and pain and only built a demand for more. His hand, broad and callused, tapped one cheek, then the next before returning and starting again. His tongue raked over that forbidden entrance, shocking her to her core, stealing her breath and tensing her body with an instinctive need to protest.
“Scared, Zoey?” The challenge in his voice, the dare she sensed in it, forced back the words she would have spoken, the plea she would have voiced that he release her.
She wasn’t scared.
She was . . .
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“Oh God, Doogan,” she cried out at the feel of his finger, heavily lubricated and shockingly cool, pressing against the entrance now.
What was he doing to her?
“Should I stop, Zoey?” The knowing tone of his voice had her breathing in deep. The next tap to her rear had her back arching, fingers clenching into the blankets beneath. While her senses were locked in processing that new, fiery pleasure, that wicked finger pressed inside her, retreated, returned.
Like a thief, in that moment she felt him steal some part of her. A part of her she didn’t know was hiding, waiting to be taken.
When his finger returned, more of the cool slick gel coating his finger, easing its penetration inside her, Zoey couldn’t hold back her moan any longer. When his hand landed on her rear again she cried out at the twin sensations of white-hot pleasure. One feeding off the other before combining and lancing her senses with a need for more.
Always more.
Her body was greedy, each sensual storm only building the burning need to push higher, to let the spiraling sensations amass until they consumed her.
“So pretty, Zoey,” Doogan groaned, his finger retreating from the narrow channel.
When he returned, her entire body tightened, back arching again as she felt a wider, hotter penetration. It was shocking. Sensations were detonating through her senses with sudden, ricocheting force, giving her no time to consider the implications, to build any defenses against the confusing pleasure and pain that only made her greedier.
She couldn’t even touch him. She wanted to touch him, wanted to feel him.
