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undulated in a slow wave against his. And when she closed those pink lips
around his tongue and sucked, he was lost.
    To hell with good intentions.
    A violent shudder shook him, and his hands shot down and
around to cup her bottom, lifting her until his throbbing erection pressed
against her mound. He thrust hard against her, but she kept her thighs closely
locked together. With a low growl of irritation, he lifted his head. Before he
could tell her to open for him, she brought his face back down to hers and
plunged into his mouth, her tongue on a fierce mission of seduction.
    Her boldness surprised him. Pleased him. He rocked against
her, once, twice, as he continued to plunder the sweet recesses of her mouth.
    He wanted her. Here. Now. The need was brutal and ripped his
common sense to shreds. The long years of searching were finally ended, and she
was in his arms, where she belonged. Even if it took her mind time to catch up,
her body and heart accepted him. Wanted him. Reached for him. Knew she was his.
    The hardened peaks of her nipples pressed into his chest,
and his senses expanded to completely capture her reaction. A risky move. He
might not be able to rein back his own response once he set himself free to
explore his mate’s on every level.
    He had been denied her for so long. Too long. He wanted to
taste that passion already pulsing with indomitable force between them. Wanted
to taste her. All of her.
    He heard the pulse of her blood as it raced through her
veins and the catch in her breath as her excitement grew. Heard the desperate
desire in her thoughts as they swirled in confusion. Triumph roared through him
as a yearning heat rose under her skin and her breasts plumped at the brush of
his hand. The scent of her arousal speared straight to the center of his being.
Knowing she was wet for him tempted him beyond endurance.
    With a rough sound low in his chest, he shifted her, pulling
her thighs open and wrapping her legs around his waist. She cried out,
tightened her hold, and for a brief moment ground against him like a wild
woman. Even through their clothes, the heat and soft give of her pussy against
his cock fueled the need to have all that heat wrapped around him, milking him
deep inside her sweet body.
    With a rough movement, he slid his hands back up her thighs.
His fingers had just dived under the hem of her skirt when she twisted her face
away from his.
    “No. Please.”
    Her ragged plea sliced into his desire. He forced himself to
still as she planted her hands against his chest and tried to arch away from
him.
    She shook her head. “No more.”
    Lust still flamed in her eyes, but now it was mixed with
panic. He took a deep breath and looked down at her hands curling into fists
against his shirt. Not pushing him away exactly, but keeping a distance between
them while she caught her breath. Her head fell backwards onto the roof of the
car as she breathed in long and deep.
    He watched her breasts rise and fall and wondered where the
hell he went from here. Nothing like skipping from step one to step
twenty-three in a well-laid plan. Involuntarily, he groaned at his own
thoughts. Right now, the only thing he cared about being well-laid was the
woman he held in his hands.
    “Whew.” Bethany patted his chest. “Time to put me down, big
guy, and tell me your name.”
    He didn’t want to let her go. The primal hunger for her body
raging within him demanded he overwhelm her with kisses and caresses until she
forgot about resisting him. Forgot about everything but opening herself
completely to him.
    Suppressing a violent curse of denial, he loosened his grip
and allowed her to slowly ease down his body until her feet returned to earth.
    His gaze drifted from her swollen lips, the surrounding skin
red from whisker burn, to the pulse beating erratically at the base of her
throat. He placed his hands on the car and reluctantly pushed himself away.
Though no longer touching her, he couldn’t bring