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Instead of whisking them both naked with a flick of his fingers, he had to endure the maddening slide of her fingers over his engorged cock, the brush of knuckles against his shaft, as she struggled with metal and denim. When she finally got the last of the buttons open, she moaned her relief against his mouth and slid her hands inside the open jeans to close reverently around him. Slim, feminine fingers curled around his cock, measuring his width and assessing his hardness. Lady knew, there was no way on Ithir he could possibly get any harder, short of turning completely to stone. And even then, it would be a close call.
    Her other hand burrowed lower until she could cup his balls in her palm. The satisfied purr she gave when she did that almost finished him in her hands, and he’d be damned if he’d let go of so much as a drop of his seed before he got inside her.
    He tore his mouth from hers just long enough to strip his shirt over his head and toss it away. Before he had time to grasp the hem of hers, she dove headfirst for his bare chest and laid her warm, clever tongue against the hollow of his throat. Shit. Between her stroking hands and her darting tongue, he didn’t stand a chance. So much for trying not to scare her. At this point, it was either scare her or disappoint her.
    Easing her hands from around his cock and other, more sensitive bits, he went for the fear.
    In one dizzy rush of motion, he stripped her T-shirt over her head and tumbled her back onto the sofa.
    Before she could do more than blink up at him, he had her shorts, shoes and socks off and was kicking his jeans off to join the pile of abandoned clothes on the floor. Naked, he forced her legs wide apart and settled himself in the saddle of her hips, his cock poised at the entrance of her already weeping pussy.
    Bracing the weight of his torso on one hand, he curved the other around her breast, flicked his thumb over her erect little nipple and grinned down at her.
    “Hey,” she protested, even as she parted her thighs wider and wrapped her smooth, golden legs around his hips. “You’re not fighting fair. I was enjoying myself.” Luc ducked his head until he could scrape his teeth over the delicate tendon along her shoulder. “I’m not Page 22

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    fighting at all.” He inhaled deeply to capture her scent. It was a heady mix of honeysuckle, clove and warm, willing woman. “And I’d much rather we enjoy ourselves together. What do you say?” He rocked his hips against hers, savoring the music of her whimpering gasp. The entrance of her pussy bathed him in hot moisture, easing his way, luring him inside her waiting passage. Goddess, he couldn’t wait to be inside her.
    Teeth clenched, he rose up above her, watching the arch of her throat as she threw her head back, the fluttering of her eyelashes when he gently kneaded her full breast. He eased his hips forward until the head of his cock pressed hard against her entrance—not inside her, but poised to thrust home. “Well?” he demanded through gritted teeth. “Do you want me, Corinne?” Her eyes flew open and glared up at him, snapping with heat and need. She released her grip on the sofa cushions and sank her nails deep into his shoulders even as she locked her ankles together more firmly behind his back. “What do you think ?” she hissed as she drew into a tight coil of energy beneath him and used the strength of her legs to slam her hips up hard against his.
    His cock sliced deep inside her, driving into her like a battering ram, but she flowed slick and hot in welcome. He could feel her heels digging into his spine, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was the feel of this woman beneath him, around him, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts as he began to fuck her with a fast, brutal rhythm.
    Corrine cried out, her head dropping back to the cushions even as her hands clutched frantically at his