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smooth and coarse surface, seeking the warm silkiness of her skin but hesitating as if some irrational part of his mind expected her to shove his hands away. As she leaned into his kiss and murmured when his thumb circled her nipple through the fabric, that irrational little voice quieted.
              Kat reached behind her and a second later, her bra went slack, as did Chris’s mouth when his hands cupped her breasts with nothing separating skin from skin. It wasn’t as if he’d never touched a woman before, but he’d done a lot of fantasizing about this particular woman and never imagined he’d ever have her like this.
              Circling her nipple with his thumb, he kissed his way down her jaw and onto her neck, his mouth watering at the thought of sucking on her nipple, of gently holding it between his teeth while he flicked his tongue across it. He wanted to taste every last inch of Kat’s body.
              She tugged at his shirt. "Let’s take this someplace else."
              He murmured against her neck. "Wherever you want."
              Without another word, she took his hand and led him out of the kitchen. On their way through the living room, his jacket, draped over the back of a chair, caught his eye.
              "Wait," he said.
    "What? But—"
    "Condoms." He paused to pick up his jacket and fish the condoms out of the inside pocket.
    "No reason to go get all the way into the bedroom, then." She grasped his shirt and pulled him into a desperate kiss.
    With a hand on the small of her back, he guided her towards the couch, but she stopped him.
              "No. Right here."
              "Right—"
              She cut him off with another kiss, pulling him down to the floor behind the couch. He didn’t protest; he was already on the verge of coming simply from her desperate, hungry kiss. Though he wanted to touch and taste her all over, he had to be inside her right now . Judging by the frantic hands trying to unbuckle his belt, Kat was very much on the same page.
              He sat up and pulled his shirt off, then went for his zipper. Nodding towards her, he growled low. "Get those jeans out of the way."
              She chewed her lower lip and fumbled with her belt, cursing under her breath as her hands shook. His own hands trembling, Chris tore the condom wrapper with his teeth and pushed his jeans far enough off his hips to be out of the way. Rolling the condom on, he watched her shimmy out of her jeans and the black lace panties that matched her bra. A passing thought of I didn’t know she had those tattoos murmured through his consciousness, but there would be time to look at her ink later. The only thing that mattered now was being inside her.
    As he came down to her, she met him halfway, kissing him deeply as they sank together to the floor. Her thighs squeezed his hips and she pushed against him, whimpering as the head of his cock slid into her pussy.      
    "Fuck me," she moaned.
              You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear that .
              In the next heartbeat, he was inside her. Deep inside her. Closing his eyes, holding his breath, he was still. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to fuck her, to thrust hard, deep, fast, but for a moment, he simply. Couldn’t. Move.
              "Oh God." His own voice sounded foreign, the words coming out as something akin to a sob.
              "Chris," she moaned.
              He opened his eyes, and the look on her face almost drove him right over the edge. Lips parted, skin flushed, blue eyes on fire with pure, desperate lust.
              Slowly, he withdrew, exhaling as he pulled almost all the way out. A soft whimper escaped her lips, her eyebrows lifting, wordlessly pleading with him to stay inside her. She took a breath, opened her mouth as if to speak, but before she could, he slammed into her