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His head jerked, a nod.‘Something I can really get hold of.’
Feet apart, she rose onto her tiptoes so her lips almost met his.‘Then what thehellare you waiting for?’
His hand clamped onto the back of her head and his other came around her bottom.With ease he picked her up, took a few paces and pinned her between his body and the wall.All the while his lips were pressed to hers—hard.
‘Feeling angry?’she challenged him the second he lifted his head.
‘Yep.’
She could feel him shaking and suddenly realised he was on a knife-edge.That he was about to lose it.And she wanted to make him.‘I am too.’
Quite deliberately she took his lower lip between her teeth and nipped on it.
He growled and took her mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle.Teeth, tongue and lips met and fought as they claimed as much from each other as they could.Roughly they kissed and his body pressed harder against hers.She struggled to breathe but she pulled him even closer.She wanted it all.
She moaned and he groaned.Her hands sought skin, as did his.He furiously fumbled with her dress.
‘Rip it,’ she urged.‘I’m not going to wear it again anyway.’
‘No,’ he muttered.‘It’s beautiful.’
‘Rip it.’
The surprise in his eyes gave way to dark desire.The tearing sound thrilled her and after he’d pushed the dress down and away to the floor she spread her legs more for him.He paused—for just a moment—and examined the pretty pale lace and silk underwear.A half-smile appeared.‘Thank you.’
She didn’t want to be thanked.She wanted to be taken.Right now.She grabbed his face in her hands and pulled him back to her, kissing him with all the frustration and anger of past weeks and days.In less than a second he was kissing her back as hard as she kissed him.He ground the length of his body against hers and she pushed back as hard as she could.Even with her high heels she wasn’t tall enough for them to meet at the right place.She grumbled her annoyance, arching her hips to him, straining on her tiptoes to get to what she wanted.He bent his knees, hands cupping her bottom, and hoisted her up so his erection could press right where she needed it to be.He muttered as he smothered her throat with kisses.She could feel the need pouring from him as his mouth, teeth and tongue raked her skin.This was what she wanted.Suddenly she felt in control—for the first time in days she had him where she wanted him, shaking before her, passion-crazed.All powerful and all hers.
He wasn’t out of his suit yet but she didn’t care.She just wanted him there.All the way there.She found herself repeating one explicit phrase.Two words.Short ones.Telling him exactly what she wanted him to do.Demanding him, commanding him to give her what she’d wanted again for these last weeks until now she was at the point where she could think of nothing else.
She breathed it in his ear, over and over until she felt the control in him snap.Until he moved with speed and force—abandoning the attempt to get them naked, just wrenching aside the material that needed to be moved and thrusting hard.
She went to call out, but whatever she’d been going to say was forgotten before the sound emerged.Her arms tight about his neck, she clung on as the ecstasy hit her.
‘Like this?’
She hardly recognised the harsh voice as his.
‘More,’ she sobbed.‘I want more.’Oh, she wanted everything.Still riding the crest, her body shuddered around his.Spasms rocked her again and again.
‘Good.’He gave it.
And there was no more room for talking.It was the hormones making it more intense.That was it, the reason why she was crazy hot, crazy emotional, almost in tears, gasping in air.Her legs wound round his waist as he pumped into her, filling her so completely that she thought she’d explode from such exquisite sensation.The pressure built again until the pleasure burst through, taking him with her.
She sagged against the wall, legs useless, body humming.He leaned against her, breathing choppy.They said nothing.She just tried to recover.
He stood back for a moment.Kicked off his trousers and boxers, shrugged out of his shirt so at last, too late, he was naked.He stepped forward again, reached for her.Not too late.His body was already hardening again.Clearly he recovered a little quicker than she did.
Still lax, pliant, she let him support her so he could kiss her throat.He eased her down the wall to the floor and then followed, to lie beside her, tracing the thin blue veins visible through the translucent skin of her heavy, swollen breasts.
‘Beautiful.’He kissed them and then lower.‘So beautiful.’
She couldn’t stop the wriggle of her hips towards his temptingly close mouth.The relief at having had him again flooded her, together with the desire to have him more.Now.
They hadn’t even made it from the entrance to his house.Her energy returned full force.He held back from kissing her intimately and his teasing made her mad again.She pushed and he rolled; quickly she knelt astride him.Letting her hips roll and rotate over him in the sinuous dance they’d been longing to lead for so long.But he wouldn’t let her slide onto him; instead his hand moved between her legs, fingers teasing, tickling.
‘So hot, Cally.’
‘More,’ she murmured, and bent to kiss him.
