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wanted him, he was sure of it. But some doubt remained still. Against every instinct he took a step back. He didn’t want her to have any doubt about him.
    Before he could take more than one step, her hand flashed out and grabbed his shirt, wrapping her hand in the material. She hesitated for a split second, and slowly pulled him toward her.
    He was on fire. She was so strong and beautiful and her expression was sexy as hell. She bit her lower lip, but as she propelled him to her, she blinked, long and slow behind her glasses. Her lip pulled free of her teeth and as she opened her eyes, her gaze remained on his mouth. He wasted no time.
    He slid his hand into her hair at the back of her head and virtually yanked her to his lips. Her mouth opened under his instantly, no chaste first kisses here. His tongue dominated hers, laying claim to her mouth.
    She moaned under his assault and the sound seemed to pluck finely vibrating strings inside him, making his dick so hard he could feel his pants almost cutting off the blood flow to his lower body.
    He backed her into the wall and she pulled his hips to hers. In a second his dick was pressed against her panties. Her breasts heaved against his chest as she gasped for air.
    “More. I want to feel more of you,” she said, rocking her hips against his.
    He wanted to feel more of her, too. Taking a step back, he slowly drew his hand down her throat, kissing her in its wake. His hand grazed her breast and gently plucked her nipple, before dipping and stroking across her taut stomach. As his fingers stroked the front of her panties, his teeth found her nipple.
    Beth whimpered, and he tightened everywhere at the sound. Her softness and hardness aroused him more than he ever remembered being aroused before. It felt as if his soul wouldn’t be satisfied until he owned her. Totally. He needed to be the master of her body, to know it better than she knew it herself.
    His dick surged at the thought, and as if she read his mind her hand reached down and pressed the hard ridge in his jeans. A low groan rumbled through the room and only abstractly he realized it was his own.
    She ground herself against his hand, although he was teasing her with only light touches over her panties. “Please. Touch me,” she whispered, her sweet hot breath fanning across his face.
    “How bad do you want me right now?” he ground out, desperate to hear the words he’d longed to hear the year before.
    He slid his hand under the elastic of her panties and hesitated, wanting to hear the words before he touched her, although at this stage, he was wildly uncertain which of them he was teasing.
    “Bastard,” she whispered as she bit the lobe of his ear. She touched his inner ear with her tongue and he nearly exploded. “You want to hear the words?”
    “I do.”
    “Touch me and I’ll tell you.” As she said the words she pressed her hands against his dick again, making him feel as if the world was folding in on him, becoming only as big as them both, pressed against the wall.
    “Ahem.” The disapproving sound came from the door.
    Fuuuuck.
    “Oh my God.” Beth said, coming out from behind him. “I’m so sorry. We’re so sorry.” She cast a look at him. “I’m nearly done.” She gestured at the clothes.
    The woman frowned and said, “Come out when you’re ready.” She raised her eyebrows at the pair of them and shut the door behind her.
    “I feel like I’m back at Catholic School.” She winced and looked away, a flush creeping up her face.
    The room was suddenly filled with awkwardness. He wasn’t going to leave it like that. No way.
    Beth ducked her head and went to pick up the dress she’d dropped when he came in. He grabbed her arm gently and pulled her to him.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you in a position where you could be embarrassed.”
    “It’s okay.” She still wouldn’t look at him, and there was no way he was going to let this moment pass into weirdness.
    He put two