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said.
    “And I’m mad as hell at you.”
    Her body trembled as he slid the robe off her shoulders,
forcing her to lower her arms so it could drop to the floor around her ankles.
The cool air of the room set an immediate contrast to the heat of Amdyn’s body
radiating against her back. She held herself rigidly away from him, fighting
the instinctive need to lean into his warmth. Then his hands came up and
covered her breasts as he pulled her toward him, giving her no choice but to
back into his solid, unyielding body.
    “Fuck.” She hated that she couldn’t keep her damn voice from
rasping or her nipples from peaking.
    “Exactly,” he growled. Pushing his booted foot between her
bare ones, he forced her to spread her legs as he squeezed her breasts.
    She started to turn, but one of his hands dropped to splay
over her stomach and he clamped her in place against him. Her pussy clenched at
the sudden, full-body contact and she bit the inside of her lip to keep from
moaning. He shifted behind her and the layer of clothes he still wore did
nothing to conceal the hard muscles underneath. Even if his shirt and jeans had
managed to camouflage his desire, he was swamping her mind with erotic images
from their previous sexual rounds.
    Though she was facing the door, she was seeing what Amdyn
had seen yesterday morning when he had joined her in the shower.
    “Not fair,” she hissed, lust curling through her as memory
became greedy flames of need licking under her skin. The ache for Amdyn started
to spiral as she felt his desire for her, both now and then. She lifted her
hands and pressed them solidly against the door in an attempt to anchor herself
in the present and not be sucked entirely into his sensual trap.
    Just as her back was to him now, so had it been when he’d
stepped into the shower, but she’d known he was there, had felt the shift in
the air. Now she knew his gaze had swept over her shoulders and across her
back. It had lingered on the faded, but long scar from a slashing wound she had
received as a child. Even in his memory, the cold anger roused in him at the
sight of that mark was sharp and clear. He knew how she’d come by it, though
she had refused to speak of it herself. The pain was etched too deeply into her
soul to share with a man she didn’t trust.
    His gaze had continued to travel down to her legs and then
back up to focus on her ass. His long fingers cupped the right side of her ass
as his thumb slid in between her buttocks, brushing over her anus and evoking a
deep, carnal pull inside of her she hadn’t been prepared for.
    As Amdyn shared his memory, she could feel the sharpening
lust her reaction had caused in him. The sight of her ass in his hand and
instinctive clenching of her muscles as he pressed the tip of his thumb into
the tight little opening had made him so hard, he had struggled with the need
to immediately replace his thumb with his cock.
    “You weren’t ready,” Amdyn said, his hand sliding between
their bodies and down over her ass. He kneaded one globe, his thumb brushing
over the same sensitive spot. The breath shuddered out of her as she saw the
fantasy playing through his mind of sinking his cock deep into her ass.
    “I…I don’t…not…” Jesus. She couldn’t think straight enough
to get a coherent sentence out.
    Amdyn’s thumb stopped moving and his hand shifted. “Not
what?” he whispered. His tongue traced the edge of her ear before sucking the
lobe between his lips.
    “Not…not…”
    His teeth scraped over her lobe as he pulled his mouth away
and his hand moved between her legs. “Not this?” As he asked the question, he
inserted one long finger firmly up into her cunt.
    With a gasp, Ellen jerked, but Amdyn held her steady against
him, with his other hand still low on her belly. His finger stroked deep inside
of her, pressing forward as his other hand pressed back. “Cream for me.”
    “N-n-n-no,” she stammered.
    “No?” His finger slid out and back