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“You sure about this, darlin’?”

“Yeah, yeah.” She had a hard time breathing. “I’m sure, Zach. I want this.”

Zach grabbed her purse from her. “Where the hell is that damn key?”

He found it, pushed it in the slot, and pulled her into the room, shutting the door and pushing her body against it. His hardness protruded through his jeans and poked into her belly. She wanted to touch him everywhere, lick him everywhere. She wanted to rip his clothes off and her own, and get down and dirty right there on the hotel rug.

“You’re so beautiful.” He cupped her face in his hands. “You have the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen.” He pushed his erection into her. “Do you feel that?”

“Yes.”

“Feel how much I want you. How much I hunger for you.”

“Yes, yes.” Her breathing was unsteady, her pulse wild.

“Do you want me?”

“God, yes. Yes.”

“Say it, darlin’. Say you want me.”

“I want you.”

His mouth, reckless and possessive, claimed hers. His strong arms enveloped her and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently and unbuttoned her shirt. He moved slowly, letting his fingers linger as he tantalized each inch of flesh. She squirmed as tiny flames ignited every place he touched her. She wanted to rip her shirt off and move things along.

When he finally exposed her breasts and lavished his attention on them, she wanted even more. She wanted to be naked. Naked under his touch. She wriggled and groaned, whispering his name.

“Please,” she said, and found herself repeating the word.

“Please what, darlin’?”

“I…don’t know.”

“Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes, please.”

“Here?” He cupped her breast, lightly running his thumb over her taut nipple.

She shuddered.

“Here?” He grazed his fingers lightly over her belly, circling them around her navel.

She squirmed.

“Here?” He unsnapped her jeans and ran his fingers under the waistband.

Tremors surged through her. “Oh yes,” she said, sighing.

He slowly unzipped her jeans, eased his hand inside her panties, and found a sensitive spot that sent her writhing.

“Here?” His voice was hoarse, needy.

“God, Zach. Yes.”

His strong callused fingers toyed with her delicate folds. Heady. Wonderful. When he removed his hands, she whimpered. He swirled his tongue around his fingers, tasting her juices.

“Mmm. You’re sweet as a peach.”

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