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without turning away from me. Our eyes, locked.
    “Did you say something about a wall in your hallway?” We circled each other, my back now toward the door.
    “I really don’t think we are going to make it that far.” I took a step closer to him.
    “Me either.” He slid his hand over my hips and down to scoop me up by my thigh and gently slammed my back to the closed door. “Gotta tell ya, I love the socks.”
    My socked legs were wrapped around his hips before my back actually made contact with the door and his mouth was on mine before my legs were securely around him. This time I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped past my lips and was swallowed by his mouth. He responded with a moan of his own when I ran my hands through his hair and grabbed handfuls with my fingers.
    Our tongues danced to a rhythm that neither of us seemed in control of, but flowed together perfectly. With my legs firmly gripping his hips, he moved his hands to cup my jaw. I sighed. Yes, yes I sighed at the feel of his hands on my face. My core instantly heated and I wanted to feel his hands all over my body. I nudged my hips forward pressing my heat to his hardness that was pressed against the center of my thin boxer shorts, which were soaked through. I was sure he could feel how wet I was pressed against his jeans.
    “Ah, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” Murphy pulled back and ducked his head into the crook of my neck placing little kisses and nips across my skin. “I couldn’t get any work done. It took me five days to beg your number out of someone at the office. I think her name was Calle. I owe her Justin Timberlake tickets.” He adjusted his position, but only pressed his hardness closer to where I needed it to be. I tried to move, but he moved again. “This isn’t a one-time thing that I’m here for. I’m not saying I love you and can’t live without you, but I’m saying I would like to give whatever flame has been fanned here a good fighting chance.”
    “I’d really like that.” I tried to adjust again.
    “You keep moving like that and I’m not going to be able to hold back and take this slow and make it last.”
    “Who said I want it slow? I don’t want to plan it out. I want it to happen the way we need and want it to happen. We both want this and we both want to see where this goes. Let’s start with you shifting this way and kissing me as you carry me to my bedroom.” I moved slightly and he accommodated moving right where I had needed him. He was rewarded with a moan and I was rewarded with a gorgeous smile.
    “Woman, I don’t have to be told twice.” He slipped his hands back down around my thighs, kicked off his shoes by the door and headed down the hall.
    “Did you bring condoms...because it has been a while and I don’t…”
    “I came very prepared.” He kissed my nose. He kicked the door open with his foot and stopped. “Holy shit woman, you have the bed wet dreams are made of,” he growled.
    I had to admit that it was the bed wet dreams were made of...if you were into wrought iron headboards and footboards. It was my grandmother’s and when she passed away, I snatched it up before anyone else could. Sadly, I don’t think she ever actually reaped the benefits of such a bed and honestly, up until that moment, I didn’t think I’d ever been more nervous about being in my bed.
    “Did I lose you?” he pulled his face back and looked into my eyes. “Look if you aren’t ready…”
    “No, no it isn’t that, it’s just that I’ve never actually used the bed like…”
    “Oh woman, trust me...we’re going to make full use of your beautiful bed.” He kissed me right below my ear and my whole body felt it and responded to it. “I’ve never actually had the pleasure of being with anyone in a wrought iron bed, but I’m sure we can both figure something out.” He nibbled my neck again and my head dropped back, offering him more of my neck, which he accepted as he moved us