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He went still, his hands under her thighs supporting her weight even as he pressed her against the beam. He kissed her eyelids, one at a time. Then he found her mouth and ravaged it with gentle, thorough dominance.
When he could breathe, he stared at her. “I’m going in hard and deep, my Fliss. I’m gonna stretch you and fill you and make you forget your name. And when you come, I’ll keep taking you harder and deeper still until you beg me to stop.”
Her mouth fell open. “Oh.”
“Oh, indeed.” His smile was lopsided. When he moved slightly, a shaft of light highlighted his features—the straight noble nose, the sculpted lips. The broad forehead with the swath of dark hair she had rumpled. “I’ll need your help. Try the right pocket. I don’t want to drop you.”
She twisted and reached, still clinging to his neck with one hand. “Got it,” she said triumphantly.
“Now you’ll have to put it on me.”
Her eyes widened. “Um...”
“It’s the only way, darlin’. Or else I’ll have to set you down on the floor, and in case you haven’t noticed, both of your shoes fell off.”
She shuddered as she imagined her bare feet in all that dusty darkness. “Okay. I guess we can make it work.”
“I’m going to let you down a little bit, but the beam will help. I won’t drop you, I swear.”
“This was a better idea when we were dancing.”
He grinned. “I believe in us.”
His joking, throwaway comment buried itself deep in her heart as a dagger of pain. He didn’t. He really didn’t.
“I’m ready,” she said, ignoring the lingering hurt and concentrating on the immediate pleasure.
Carefully, he lowered her until she could reach his rigid sex. Quickly, she tore open the packet and extracted what she needed.
The cords on Wynn’s neck stood out, either from the strain of the position or from excitement, or both.
She unrolled the latex over his smooth taut flesh, all the while resenting the need for protection. It was no effort at all to remember what it felt like to have him inside her with no barrier between them.
When the protection was in place, Wynn mumbled something inaudible. He had bent over at an angle that must be killing his back, but he didn’t complain. “Grab my neck with both arms,” he said.
“Got it.” She did as he asked and marveled at his raw power when he lifted her higher on his body.
He nuzzled her nose with his as he took in a lungful of air. His skin was damp, his shirt askew. “Ready?”
She nodded, feeling something shift and burn in her chest. This was the beginning of heartbreak. She felt it, saw it, tried to run from it. But her own need for this man defeated her. “I’m ready,” she whispered.
It took a moment. With both of them still mostly dressed, the logistics were tricky. But when Wynn found her entrance and surged deep, she cried out. The joy was incandescent. She loved feeling his body join hers.
He hadn’t lied in his description. Even with the post for leverage, this position made her wholly dependent on his movements. He was in control. Completely.
“Am I hurting you?” he croaked.
“No.” The single syllable was all she could manage. Already, her orgasm hovered, ready to suck her into the vortex. But she wanted more. She wanted everything.
His big hands clenched her ass, literally lifting her with brute strength. And when he brought her down hard on his sex, they both groaned.
Theoretically, it shouldn’t have lasted more than a minute or two. They were both too close to the edge, and the physical demands of this coupling were intense for Wynn.
But he persisted.
“I like this,” he muttered, his breath hot on her ear. “You’re tight and perfect. I feel like the top of my head may explode when I come.”
“Sounds painful.”
