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her, kneeled down on the hardwood floor, and with one sharp movement, he pushed her legs apart. “You said you’ve wanted this for two years?” he prompted.
    “Mmm-hmmm.”
    “What exactly did you want, Sam?”
    “You,” she managed to squeeze out.
    “Be more specific.”
    She was lying on her back, her legs wide open, wet and ready for him, and he wanted her to be more specific?
    “You inside me,” she elaborated.
    “Again, you’re being vague.” He tilted his head, looking thoughtful and calm, as if he had all the time in the world. “Which part of me do you want inside you?”
    “Your cock.”
    “Good start. What else?”
    “Your fingers.”
    “Anything else?”
    “Your tongue.”
    He snaked his hands up her legs, caressed her inner thighs, then rubbed one flat palm against her pulsing sex. She shuddered out a breath and bucked into his touch. With a soft chuckle, he leaned forward and dipped his head between her legs. First he teased her. Licked her clit with slow, feather-light brushes of his tongue. Then he teased some more. Dragged one finger up and down her wet slit, toying with her opening without entering.
    She couldn’t take it anymore.
    Tangling her fingers in his dark hair, she pushed his head down, lifted her hips and rubbed her swollen clit against his lips. “Suck it,” she begged.
    She almost cringed at the desperation in her tone, but Riley didn’t seem to mind. He chuckled again, but he obviously possessed some kind of gentlemanly side, because he ceded to her wishes. He suckled her clit, flicked his tongue against it, but still denied her the pressure she craved. His tongue darted out, took a brief taste, then slid away to taste her inner thighs. She moaned and clawed at the lone sheet draped over the mattress, her distress obvious, but he didn’t deviate from the lazy, torturous pace he’d set. Just when she opened her mouth to beg for more, he clasped his tongue over her clit and sucked it hard.
    She cried out, teetering over the edge, trying to prolong the pleasure, but she gave up the second his fingers came into play. One slid deep inside her, then a second joined the action, then a third. His hot insistent mouth and skilled fingers sent a whirlwind of sensation through her body. Pleasure assaulted her, seized her, penetrated her. Fire consumed her. The wave of orgasm slammed into her.
    She came harder and faster than she could ever remember coming.
    When the orgasm finally subsided, she gasped for air, trying to bring much-needed oxygen to her lungs. “You’re way too good at that,” she breathed.
    “So I’ve been told.”
    Riley slid up so that they were at eye-level. Chest level. Pelvic level.
    Raw hunger glittered in his blue eyes. “Why haven’t we kissed yet?” he asked with a curious raise of his brows.
    “We were busy doing other things.”
    “That’s no excuse.”
    Sam’s eyelids fluttered shut as he covered her mouth with his. His kiss wasn’t gentle, but rough, as she knew it would be. He pried her lips open with his tongue and she tasted herself on him. As he claimed her mouth the way he’d just claimed her pussy, she wrapped her arms around his neck and dug her nails into his sinewy back. Every inch of this guy was pure muscle. She loved it.
    He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, his stubble scratching the hell out of her chin. With a groan, he reached between them and started fingering her again. “Goddammit, Sam. I want to fuck you.”
    She could feel another orgasm swelling inside her.
    She wanted him inside her now, but she forced herself to get up. Her purse was on the floor next to the door and she made a beeline for it, fumbling for the box of condoms she’d stashed in there earlier. She found it, but opening it was another story. Her fingers were trembling so wildly she could barely tear open the lid.
    With a grin, Riley came over to offer assistance. He opened the box, pulled out a condom and sheathed himself before she had time to