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animalistic hunger.
    Then he moved. Flowed towards her with intent and single-minded purpose. He tossed his shirt to the side with a flick of his wrist and never slowed as he bore down on her. He grabbed her upper arms and jerked her so her breasts brushed his naked torso. She felt no fear, only arousal.
    “One chance to say no,” he rumbled.
    That was the furthest word from her mind. Hell yes , now , and take me were much closer to slipping free.
    She had wanted him since she’d first seen him at Laila’s house. And, true, it wasn’t that far back, but she knew sometimes a person just had to follow their gut.
    For an answer, she pulled free from his hands, reached up and wound her arms around his neck. “Yes,” she whispered.
    He cupped her face then kissed her. Man, did he kiss her. His lips covered hers and his tongue delved into her mouth. She moaned at the invasion, arching closer. He stroked her tongue, coaxing it to tangle with his. He tasted like man , she didn’t know to put it any other way.
    He took control of the kiss and increased its intensity. Her legs shook and she dug her fingers into the back of his head and one shoulder. Sam broke the kiss and reached for the hem of her shirt. She stood still as he pulled it off. Her skin felt on fire from the heated way he stared at her. Clad in her black bra and the jeans she’d worn in the afternoon—and a pair of socks—she still felt naked.
    “Beautiful,” he said, reaching out to trail his index finger over the exposed swells of her breasts.
    He traced both of his hands down her sides, the tuck of her waist and joined them at the button of her jeans. She wanted to rush him, but she held still and tried to wait. He pulled her jeans down her legs and she lifted each foot when he tapped the ankles. His warm breath fanned her belly button and lower. Her stomach clenched with her anticipation.
    “So beautiful.”
    He trailed his hands up her legs until he regained his feet and held her hips. Sam watched her from behind hooded eyes. He freed her breasts and swiped his thumbs over her taut tips.
    “Ohh,” she said with a shudder.
    Those damn eyes flashed from her breasts up to her face. And he did it again. And again. Wetness soaked her panties as he continued to knead her breasts.
    When he lowered his head and drew a nipple into his mouth, she arched her back, crying his name. He suckled hard and she pressed his head closer as with each lave of his tongue or nip of teeth, she felt a corresponding tug on her clit. She didn’t know how much more she could take. And they both still had clothes on. Not many, but some.
    “Sam,” she gasped, rocking against him, needing something else.
    He stood up and raked his burning gaze over her again. A bit light-headed, she licked her lips and reached for his waistband. She captured her lower lip in her teeth while she slid his pants down and he stepped free of them, leaving him exposed in his navy blue boxers. They couldn’t hide his erection.
    Her pussy contracted. She anticipated having him deep inside her. She reached out and cupped him—his hips bucked, pushing more of his length into her palm.
    Shit. He is large. Not to mention thick. She nearly had her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she panted. Going slow was no longer an option for her.
    “Strip, Marine.”
    He wasted no time and removed his boxers. She was transfixed on his cock rising from a thatch of black hair. Her eyes fluttered with her increased heartbeat. He gripped himself and slowly stroked his shaft during the time he stared at her.
    “Lose them.”
    His voice was gravelly and trailed along her skin like warmed crushed velvets and silk. Goose bumps popped as she hooked her thumbs in the band of her panties and shimmied free.
    Approval and increased hunger spread across his face. She blinked and he was there. Holding her. Kissing her. Laying her back upon the bed.
    His hard, muscled body covered hers, the mattress cushioning them. She widened her