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stretched, thrusting the hard tips of her breasts into his chest. The large, solid ridge in his pants ground into her belly, making her heartbeat throb into her throat. She opened her mouth to take the kiss deeper and his tongue took control, dominant and seeking. He tasted of yeast beer and heat and determination.
    Bingo.
    The muscles of her abdomen tensed deliciously, his hands kneading her buttocks as he devoured her.
    Yes
,
yes
,
yes
, her mind yelled as her body wept with excitement, her thigh muscles releasing in a heady rush. Her fingers grasped his shirt, yanking the cool cotton out of his trousers. She flattened her palms against the warm, silky skin beneath, absorbing the tremble of tension, the tantalising trail of hair arrowing down. But as her fingers edged beneath his waistband, ready to locate and exploit the treasure beneath, he reared back. Grasping hold of her wrists, he forced her arms up to pin her hands above her head.
    ‘Not so fast.’ The tilt of those sensual lips teased. ‘We need to discuss where this is going before we get past the point of no return.’
    She bucked against his hold, but he simply pressed a thigh between her legs, holding her captive against the door.
    ‘Discuss what, exactly?’ The heady buzz surged as his hard thigh trapped her more firmly, forcing her legs to part and connecting with her yearning clitoris. ‘I’m already past the point of no return.’ Or she soon would be, and she didn’t want to discuss anything. ‘All we’re going to do is shag.’
    Weren’t they? She certainly wasn’t in the market for some long drawn-out conversation about where this was going, because it was going precisely nowhere, except hopefully into the king-size bed she’d spotted through the door at the back of the suite.
    His grin became mocking. ‘I like a woman who speaks her mind,’ he said. ‘But you’re going to have to control that potty mouth or I’m going to find something else for it to do.’
    She rolled her eyes while swivelling her hips to increase the pressure of his thigh against her sobbing clit. ‘If you want a blow job, just say so. There’s no need to be coy.’
    He worked his thigh against her trapped clitoris. ‘I may spank you before I fuck you if you’re not careful,’ he said, the stern threat somewhat mollified by the wicked gleam in his eyes.
    She grinned back. ‘Promises, promises.’
    He laughed, those brilliant blue eyes locking on hers. ‘I want to lick you until you come against my mouth, then I want to fuck you so hard and long that you’ll be walking funny for a week.’
    She swallowed heavily, the intensity in his eyes as compelling as the gruff determination in his voice and the deliberately crude words. The sledgehammer pulse in her clitoris sped up, drawing all the air out of her lungs. ‘And your point would be?’
    ‘I want to be sure you’re good with that, because once we get started, I’m not going to want to stop.’
    She smiled, dismissing the flutter under her breastbone at the sincerity in his tone. His ex-wife must really have done a number on him if he seriously thought she was
not
going to be good with that. She’d certainly given him enough hints, potty-mouth-wise.
    ‘Brent, I’m not just good with it, I’m ecstatic. Imagine me as your willing and able sex toy for the night. Whatever your pleasure, I’m happy to supply it.’
And I’ll do the same with you.
    She dug her fingers into his hair. The short strands bristled, soft and sensual against her palms, as she dragged his mouth back to hers.
    ‘Now, in the words of the great Elvis Presley,’ she whispered against his lips, her gaze drifting over his harshly handsome face as his erection prodded her belly, proud and solid through his pants, ‘can we please have a little less conversation, and a
lot
more action.’
    He hooked his fingers into the string of her thong and twisted. ‘So that’s what Elvis would do, huh?’ he teased, tightening the gusset of her