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The thought has barely zipped through my brain when a firm hand suddenly clamps around my wrist and pulls, jerking me back against the hot width of his male chest.
Fear and thrill shoot down my arm, then explode through my body. I gasp in the darkness. Oh, god. I don’t have to guess who’s touching me. He is here. And given the erect cock prodding my backside, I don’t have to wonder what he has in mind.
“Hello, Lauren,” he whispers in my ear. “I told you I’d be back.”
Mr. Mysterious. His sin-infused voice, like the devil’s, rasps against my senses, warning me that he’s returned not just to possess my body but to steal my soul. Adrenaline pumps through me and morphs into a merciless arousal.
His other hand journeys from my waist up, up—until his palm smooths over my breast.
“Hard nipples. Nice welcome. For me?”
His touch is like fire. I swallow against the zip of pleasure slinking up my spine. “Who are you?”
He tsks at me. “We’ve already played that game. Now’s not the time to rehash it again. I’m here to play something far more interesting.”
“I never got an answer.”
“All in good time.” As if he knew his answer would piss me off, he tempers the words with a seductive caress of his lips over the sensitive crook of my neck. His fingertips skate over my nipples. My knees buckle.
“You shouldn’t be here.” My voice shakes.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t be here.” He nudges his hard cock against the small of my back. “I should be…”
His hand on my waist dips south. My belly flutters as his palm glides over my flesh. Heat blossoms inside me as his fingers inch slowly toward the damp ache between my legs.
He covers my mound with his enormous hand. “Here. Right here.”
“No,” I choke past my urge to whimper and beg.
What is it about this man’s touch? Like an electric jolt of sensation. The instant he puts his hand on me, I can barely remember my own name, much less resist.
“Did you like your roses?” His hushed voice taunts me.
“Yes. B-but what you want… It’s not possible.”
His wicked chuckle in my ear sends a shiver through me as he yanks me back, bringing me even closer. “It’s inevitable.”
His warm, moist lips trail a path of kisses from my ear down to my shoulder. His hot breath stirs across my skin. I shudder with need.
“I love the feel of you trembling for me. I want to feel that tonight as I fuck you.” He nips on my lobe. “As I make love to you.”
“No,” I protest.
But it’s weak. Very weak. Already, his body heat and my memories are combining to crush my resistance. His mouth at my neck drumming up my desires makes my self-control as sturdy as gauze in front of a speeding semi.
“Yes. I want to show you that you’re special and give you the kind of pleasure you’ve never had.”
“You already did. Friday night was amazing, but—”
“Friday night was a start. I’m dying to give you more. Everything.”
I exhale raggedly. Everything? I don’t doubt he could. But if he did, I fear my heart and body would no longer be my own. “I already said no.”
“I respect that word, but not when you’re quivering in my arms and creaming your panties while you say it.”
Damn it! He knows I want him. Of course he knows. The man isn’t an idiot. He’s a single-minded, sexually driven god between the sheets. His hard body is well equipped to drive a woman to repeated orgasms.
And you’re resisting…why? my sex drive asks.
