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worked his hands through her hair. The heavy mass shifted, streaming along her back and shoulders in a
wavy veil. Both hands wrapped in the freed waves, he pulled her head back, exposing her neck. His teeth
scraped her skin, a fire raking her with an invisible flame. At the curve of her neck, where her shoulder
began, he bit and sucked. Her hips arched hard, grinding into his erection. Her exposed pussy rubbed along
his straining zipper and a moan slipped from her mouth.
There. His tongue soothed over the stinging mark. I owed you.
Less talk, more sex, she ordered, recapturing his mouth.
Bram growled, gripped her bared ass and hoisted her up. She scrambled to find footing with her knees
spread around him. The world teetered and spun when his mouth latched onto her breast. A sizzle of
pleasure twined through her. The thin, now-loose shirt hung open, giving him access to every inch of her
flesh, and he left not one of those inches untasted. He suckled each nipple deep and swirled his tongue,
nibbled the bottom curve of her breasts, smoothed his mouth down her stomach.
Without warning, two strong fingers pushed into her wet folds and his mouth sucked her nipple deep.
A fractured hum vibrated her throat. Shit, that felt good. So close to what she craved, but so far from what
she needed, like smelling fresh coffee but drinking Earl Grey. Still, it quenched her thirst to a minute
degree. Her inner thighs glistened with her excitement, and she pressed tight to his chest, her tiptoes
straining to hold herself up, give his fingers room. Unhurried strokes teased her until her legs quivered. The
firm heel of his hand massaged the aching knot of nerves while his fingers curled inside her. He hit a
particularly sweet spot, and she gasped, her feminine muscles tightening.
Dizzy with need, her head fell back, and she harshly drew in gulps of air. The bite of unseen whiskers
grazing her breast ratcheted immoral sensations through her. She closed her eyes and relished in the slick
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glide of his hand, the rhythmic pull of his mouth. The only sound was her ragged breath, the monotone
whirr of the dryers and Bram sucking her nipple. His hair was thick, longer than last July, and she buried
her fingers deep as she took his mouth. His lusty male scent, the strength of his body, the taste of his kiss
all called to her with a raw hunger.
Sometimes a woman just had to take matters into her own hands. Grabbing his wrist, she pulled his
hand from between her legs and reached for the button of his pants. She yanked his zipper down, and Bram
roughly pushed his jeans lower, freeing himself to her touch. Thickly veined and as magnificently proud as
she remembered, he was molten silk and forged iron in her hands. She squeezed once, twice, from the base
of his cock to the tip, her knuckles grazing his bellybutton. In the glow of the maintenance lights, a pearly
liquid coated the broad head, and her lips darted out, flicking at her lips. She wanted to lick along that crest,
lap at that liquor until he trembled and shook. Not now, later, but soon, she would have him.
Sweet hell, lady. That s it, stroke me, harder. Squeeze tighter.
Every inch she relearned ramped her own desire up to a nearly scorching level. His head fell back and
a tortured groan thundered from his chest. Like a primitive mating call, the rich masculine sound
reverberated, and her inner walls clenched, clenched around nothing. Her gaze shot to the counter, to his
forlorn travel bag. Nipping his ear, she whispered, Duffel.
Wallet s closer. Bram shifted her enough to jerk his wallet from his jeans. He snagged a square
packet and dropped the dark brown leather to the floor.
Hurry.
Honey, I m trying. He pushed her hands away. The sharp sound of foil tearing did nothing to ease
her. He rolled the condom in place, and she lunged, lowering slowly to relish each sweet inch pushing into
her pussy. Fire met fire and his purr vibrated against the shell of her ear.
So fucking good. His panting breath scorched her cheek. Hot, tight flesh quivered around him. He
thrust, a small upward motion that speared pleasure through her. Take all of me, honey.
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