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courage.
    His hands drifted to her hips, finding the sliver of skin exposed
between her jeans and shirt. Absently he caressed her supple skin. His hands
warmed against her flesh despite his frigid shower. He needed to touch her—his
mind and body demanded it. Hell, his rigid cock demanded to bury deep inside
her.
    She shivered under his fingers but he didn’t know if it was
from his touch or her trepidation.
    Their breaths mingled, he leaned forward and touched his
forehead to hers.
    “You know that no matter what, I will love you. Do you
remember the first time we met? It was Halloween and you were dressed like an
angel and I was dressed like the devil. How ironic it was. It seemed so true to
me that I was the one unworthy to view your beauty. I was unworthy to even be
in the same world graced by such a heavenly apparition.”
    “Stop,” she spat. “I am no angel.”
    He frowned.
    “That’s part of why I couldn’t tell you. I’m not this
perfect little creature to be put on a pedestal of perfection. I want things,
need things an angel couldn’t possibly understand.”
    “I didn’t think—”
    She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. Right now matters.
And right now I want you to tie me to the bed, make me beg you to fuck me and
call me your dirty girl.”
    Widening his eyes in surprise, he groaned in painful
arousal. Justin brushed his lips against hers, running his tongue along the
full bottom. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he pulled their lower bodies
together. She tasted of wine and strawberries, fresh and heady.
    She rubbed against his erection like a cat in heat. Cupping
the weight of her breast in his palm, he then rolled her nipple between his
thumb and forefinger. Answering in what sounded like a purr, she pushed her
chest into his grip, silently pleading for more.
    “That’s it, kitten, purr for me.”
    The small barrier the clothes provided only seemed to fuel
their need. Eva clung to his body. Gripping his erection through his pants, she
began to stroke him. His cock practically leapt into her hand. If she didn’t
stop fondling him he would forgo his plan, bend her over the back of the couch
and fuck her, not taking the time to undress properly. Gingerly he circled her
wrist with his fingers and removed her hand. A little rumble of what had to be
disapproval sounded in her chest.
    Taking her hand, he led her to the bedroom, stopping only to
grab the freshly cleaned toys from the table, buying the time he needed to
fight his urge to take her.

Chapter Four
     
    His hand warm in hers, she followed with her other fist
balled against her chest. It seemed like the five feet to their room was a vast
space, stretching from one side of the universe to the other. She was nervous,
as if it were her first time. From the evidence of his arousal pushing against
the fabric of his running pants, she knew he was turned-on. Maybe he wanted it
too. She had to know.
    “Justin—you want this too, right?”
    Turning with sensual hunger etched in his face, he drawled,
“Yeah, I want it.”
    The box fell to the floor with a thud and he pushed her
against the wall. His body covered hers. Seeming everywhere at once, his dark,
spicy scent filled her nose, making her drunk on him. The heat of his body
radiated through her as if it had a mind of its own. His erection rubbed
against her lower body with steel-like force. She roamed his body with her
hands while he tilted her head to the side with a firm but gentle hand.
    The tip of his tongue traced a seductive path to her ear.
Her heart hammered against her ribs as she pressed her pebbled nipples against
his chest, begging for a touch, a caress, anything to ease the way they ached.
Squeezing her legs together, she tried to fight the rush of liquid pooling
between them.
    His breath fanned along her ear, sending tendrils of lust
snaking along her skin. She closed her eyes and moaned. He nipped at her neck,
marking her, seeming to claim her for everyone to