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you.”
    He laughed, dropped her back into the chair. Before she
could recover, he’d grabbed the legs of her jeans and was hauling them, and her
panties, off. Something about his roughness made her arousal peak, made her
want to reciprocate, somehow knowing he’d love it. When he got her feet free
and straightened, she grabbed the waist of his pants and yanked him forward.
Caught by surprise, he was within reach of her mouth before he knew quite what was
happening.
    Sweeping his shirt aside, she bit his nipple.
    “Fuck.” He grabbed the back of her head but didn’t
push her away. “You make me crazy.”
    The taste of his skin burst on her tongue again, the heat of
his body mingled with hers, creating an inferno. She couldn’t get enough of his
muscles contracting and rippling beneath her fingers, the way his nipple peaked
between her lips. His arousing, earthy scent intensified, filling her head and
acting like a shot of adrenaline. She thought she heard drums beating a wild
rhythm but realized it was her heart going into overdrive. Sliding her tongue
across the contours of his chest, she found the other nipple, treated it to the
same caresses. Jakuta growled, arched back, his fingers threaded through her
hair and pressed with exciting force against her scalp.
    Dropping her hands to his crotch, she cupped his erection
through the denim, a shock of delight going straight to her pussy at the
hardness of his cock—evident even through his clothes—and the way it pulsed against
her palm.
    He pulled away, dragging her head back by her hair with one
hand, grabbing her wrist with the other.
    “Oh no, sweetness.” Bending, he pressed a hard, swift kiss
to her lips, releasing her hair to grab her other wrist as she tried to get his
fly open one-handed. “You first.”
    Using his foot, he touched a pedal and the chair reclined
slightly.
    Gràinne was drowning, unable to catch a full breath or think
a complete thought. Her body shook, clamoring for him, and she didn’t try to
resist as he nudged her farther back in the chair. Using his grip on her wrists
to ease her down until she was recumbent before him, he loomed over her, filled
her vision with his dark, beautiful face.
    “You like the feel of my mouth, my tongue?”
    She could only manage a soft moan of assent, a nod.
    “Good.” He growled it, as he lifted her hands above her head
and transferred both her wrists to one hand. The other hand trailed down her
arm, leaving a rash of goose bumps in its wake. “Because I plan to make a feast
of your body, from your neck down to your toes. And if you’re very, very good,
I might just make a couple of stops along the way.”
    When he swept his palm over her body, past her breasts,
bringing it to rest on her quivering stomach, Gràinne instinctively opened her
thighs, a pleading little sound breaking from her lips. His hand inched lower,
until the thumb swept the start of her pubic hair. A jagged spear of
anticipation made her muscles tighten, and she knew she couldn’t take it if he
went slowly.
    “Please.” She whispered it, saw the lightning in his eyes
intensify, the storm churning stronger. Rocking her hips up, she repeated,
“Please.”
    He said something in a language she couldn’t understand, but
she recognized surrender when she heard it and her heart leapt.
    Letting go of her wrists, he dropped to his knees between
her thighs and pushed her legs wider apart.
    “Oh sweetness, you’re so wet for me, so beautiful.”
    Pulling her slightly closer to the edge of the chair, Jakuta
leaned in. His breath rushed over her thigh and a finger swept through her
folds, making her gasp as a jolt of ecstasy lifted her hips off the leather
seat and almost brought her to orgasm. When he pressed his palms against her
inner thighs, held her pussy open with his thumbs, she went rigid, but her
lower body jerked, pulsing up toward his lips.
    A firm, twisting sweep of his tongue around her clitoris
once more almost took her over