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this time, not until he was in her, not until she wrung him out, not until she screamed out a mind-blowing climax.
    Maybe not…ever.
     
     
    Marci clutched at him. Finally, finally he wanted her again. She’d never met a man who both infuriated her and made her frenzied with need. But Osbourne Decker did just that.
    Why him? she wondered, even as she struggled to get closer to him, as close as two people could be. She sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth and lifted one leg up to wrap around his hip.
    He ridiculed her psychic ability with animals.
    He made his desire for an emotion-free, no-ties relationship clear.
    He epitomized everything she disdained in a man: pigheadedness, macho control, an overflow of confidence.
    But he looked at her, and her stomach did flip-flops. He touched her and flash fires burned everywhere. He kissed her, and she wanted to be the most flagrant hoochie imaginable.
    Before Osbourne, she’d been circumspect and withdrawn, and maybe even inhibited. But with him, she wanted everything, including wild, unrestrained sex.
    Bracing one hand on the wall beside her head, Osbourne levered away enough to reach the front of her robe. His mouth continued to devour hers, and Marci loved every second of it—the musky taste of him, the rasp of his beard shadow on her face, the heat and strength of his big body against hers.
    If Osbourne wanted her naked, fine. Then maybe he’d get naked, too, and she could finally satisfy her hunger to touch and taste him everywhere.
    But he didn’t reach for her belt. Instead, his rough hand clasped the leg she had twined around his hip. His fingers slid around her bare knee, then up her thigh, and onto her bottom. He froze.
    “Holy Mother of God,” he breathed. “You’re naked under there.”
    Never had a man sounded so profoundly grateful. Smiling, Marci nodded. “Yes, I am. I told you I’d just gotten out of the shower.”
    “Bless your heart.” And then he was eating at her mouth again while his hand explored, touching every inch of her backside, squeezing, cuddling, before coming around to her belly.
    Muscles bulged on his body, making him seem even bigger, stronger. His hot breath fanned her face. His teeth and tongue played with her, feeding her hunger, and further inciting it at the same time.
    So many sensations overwhelmed her at once that she stalled.
    “Osbourne?” She could barely breathe and her limbs were starting to tremble. His fingers angled downward on the sensitive skin of her belly.
    He all but panted. “Yeah?”
    “It’s too much too fast.”
    Breathing hard, his fingertips just touching her pubic hair, he considered that. Slowly and deeply, he inhaled, then carefully withdrew his hand. He cupped her chin and turned her face up.
    She thought he had the most incredible eyes. Blue like hers, but darker, a midnight blue. His black lashes were thick and, on a lesser man, they would have seemed girlish. But with blatant lust showing in his gaze, Osbourne looked all male.
    And at the same time, very tender.
    After a gentle kiss to her lips, he slowly licked his way to her throat. Lazily, he sucked at her skin there, maybe marking her, but who cared? Marci didn’t.
    She turned her head to make it easier for him. His mouth was so hot, his tongue so silky, and being this close to him let her familiarize herself again with his delicious scent. Osbourne always smelled so good. Not like cologne but like a man, earthy and a little warm and raw.
    As he continued to kiss her, he nudged aside the neckline of her robe.
    Against her skin, he growled low, “Better?”
    “Yes.” Her heartbeat thundered. “Please.” And Marci herself tugged the robe open so he could get to her breasts. She shuddered, waiting impatiently.
    He seemed content to look at her.
    “Osbourne?”
    He never wavered from his perusal of her breasts, his dark blue eyes burning and bright. “I feel like a kid in a candy store.” He bent his bracing arm to bring himself closer