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mean it!" Gripping the couch, she struggled to check her sexual urges. Limned by firelight, he was breathtakingly male—broad-shouldered, tall, honed to a level of fitness rarely seen. And beautifully aroused.
    Suddenly leaping, he cleared the sofa in a graceful vault, landing lightly beside her. "Now about that no."
    "You can't just take what you want." Her eyes were hot with affront. "Have you no manners?"
    "Don't need ' em . And I always get what I want."
    "Not this time," she snapped, annoyed by his insolence.
    "Why don't we see how your hot little pussy feels. " His smile was cheeky. "I have the distinct impression she likes me."
    "You arrogant bastard!" Her palm met his cheek in a stinging blow.
    "Your temper's as hot as your cunt," he murmured with a faint smile, quickly capturing her hands in his. "Now, let's see if you're still interested in fucking." Twirling her around, he pressed her into the sofa back, holding her firmly in place with his hand on the small of her back. Slipping his other hand between her legs, he eased two fingers inside her drenched passage. " Mmmm , wet cunt ..."
    She squirmed against his hold, but the resulting sensations were so intoxicating she instantly quieted.
    He'd heard her suppressed moan and, slipping his fingers out, he leaned into the warmth of her back and traced his damp fingers over her plump breasts. "You're always ready, aren't you?" His mouth was close to her ear, the length of his body pressed hard into hers, his erection like an iron rod between them. "It must be your French blood."
    "What's your excuse?" she snapped.
    "My long-ago DeLancey ancestors, I presume. And don't pretend you don't want this, because 1 know better." He slid his erection between her thighs. "Feel how much I want you."
    He was rock hard, magnificently long. The ache between her legs indelible evidence of his allure, she felt hot-blooded desire overwhelm her senses.
    "Bend over."
    He moved his hand up her spine and helped her. Her rosy bottom suddenly raised to him, her pouty labia lush and welcoming, was like the gates of paradise open for his pleasure.
    Guiding his erection to her sleek cleft, he penetrated minimally, only the swollen crest of his penis partially submerged. Her silken labia closed around him, anticipation taut between them—cross-grained temper adding to the heat.
    "Tell me you want this," he softly ordered, adverse to being alone in his mad, unquenchable frenzy.
    "Damn you," she panted, quivering with need, resentful, her feelings in tumult. But she swayed back, wanting more, impatient to feel the full extent of his arousal even while she cursed his brazen conceit.
    "Tell me what a hot little piece like you wants," he growled, resisting her enticement, unnerved by his irrepressible cravings, needing her capitulation.
    Silence enveloped them, lengthened . . . "You, "   she   finally whispered,   hating herself for wanting him so desperately.
    "Good," he muttered, the single word sanction, satisfaction, exoneration for all the ambiguities. And he drove into her, lifting her with the ferocity of his thrusting stroke, plunging in over and over again with a mindless, impassioned fever that overlooked limitations and good judgment and years of casual sex. Braced against the sofa back, she melted around him, insatiable, eager tor the dizzying impact of each driving invasion, caught in a torrent of rapacious need so shocking in its intensity that shame, will, reason were all silenced by sensational lust.
    She came once, twice, three times until, near swooning, he took his own pleasure at last, coming on her back. Sated—at least momentarily—he lowered his head to kiss the silken nape of her neck, his mouth like a hot brand. "I'm going to fuck you all night," he breathed.
    She didn't protest or take issue.
    She only purred deep in her throat.
    MUCH     LATER,     THEY     LAY    ON     THE     SOFA,     THE coals of the fire a soft red glow on the hearth,