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a practiced ease she didn’t want to think about. In the distance, a car door slammed, followed by voices.
    Linc’s hands stilled, his breath coming fast. His head dropped to her shoulder. “Fuck, Lauren.” He lightly bit her neck, his heart pounding against her back. “I’m sorry. But you make me lose control, forget where I am. I want you so much it’s messing with my head.” His hands spanned her waist and he moved her away from the rail, pressing her back to the house, away from prying eyes. “I know I said I didn’t care who was watching, but I do. The only one I want looking at you is me.”
    She heaved in a breath, his words inching inside and warming her as he protected her with his body. Her heart skipped a beat as he removed her dress, letting it fall to the deck. She stepped out of it, and stood facing him, bare naked.
    He spun her around, grabbed her hands and pressed them to the wall above her head. The warm length of his body pressed against her, but it was his growl that made her quiver. His breath was hot on her flesh when he pulled her hair from her shoulder and kissed the sensitive spot on her neck. Her lids fluttered shut as his mouth moved to her ear.
    “Are you ready for me to fuck the hell out of you?” he whispered.
    “Yes…”
    “Then face me.”
    He stepped back, and she shivered, her excitement deepening. Wanting everything he promised, she turned, and when she caught the intense way he was looking at her, she felt a little nervous. He looked his fill, his eyes on her body for a very long time. She was about to cover herself when he stopped her.
    “Don’t,” he said. “You’re beautiful.” He stepped into her and dipped his head, his need so tangible she could almost taste it. His hot mouth closed around one nipple and she arched into him. He drew it into his mouth, his tongue swirling with such skill it inflamed every part of her body.
    “Linc,” she murmured.
    He drew back, his expression hot as he reached for her hands, and her fingers trembled slightly as he guided them to her chest. “Touch with me.” She palmed her breasts, and Linc’s forceful hands closed over hers, flattening, pressing, his eagerness burning through her.
    Heat chased away the last of her unease. “So good,” she murmured. His nostrils flared as he watched her, and it made her want to tease him, to make him moan. She rubbed her nipples, and threw her head back as a soft moan of pleasure rose from her throat. “Oh, yes.”
    “Yeah, like that,” he groaned.
    Her gaze went to his and met with desire . This man really wants me.
    “Tell me how you’re going to fuck the hell out of me,” she whispered, wanting to do all the dirty things dancing in his eyes—all the things she craved.
    He went still…perfectly still as his eyes devoured her. None too gently, he grabbed her hand. “I’d rather show you.” His steps were hurried as he guided her through the big house and into a bedroom with a king sized bed. “Get on the bed and open your legs.”
    The hiss of his zipper cut through the quiet. Her glance dropped to his pants. His cock was beautiful, thick and hard. Her fingers curled. She wanted to touch him, learn his body, and memorize every beautiful inch of him.
    His eyes fixed on her mouth. Ravenous. Dangerous. “You are so sexy.” He touched her throat and slowly dragged rough fingertips downward over her collarbone and breast, as he fisted his cock and pumped.
    Need burned through her, and she sat up, her mouth poised open. He gripped her hair to hold her still, but she flicked her tongue out and brushed it over his crown.
    “Jesus Christ,” he growled, the hand on her hair loosening. She drew him in, running her tongue around his hard, hot skin. His groan stirred her desire, and his body coiled tight. He grew harder, thicker beneath her ministrations, and it spurred her on. With long, luxurious strokes she licked him, going from the base all the way to his crown. She sucked him back