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lungs in the small, enclosed studio.
    “Be sure, Samantha.” His voice sounded rough, like shards of broken glass, even to his own ears. Deliberately he added a hint of meanness, and though she never would have believed it, it was because he was experiencing a twinge of guilt.
    He wanted her, and if she continued using that wicked mouth on him, he’d have her. But if he could scare her off, it would be better for them both.
    Tightening his fingers in her hair, he pulled roughly until her head tipped back and she was forced to look up into her eyes.
    “Fuck,” she whispered. Rather than nerves or indecision over his roughness, Elijah found that Samantha’s lips had parted and that her skin was flushed with arousal.
    She liked it.
    It was his undoing.
    “Come here.” His voice stayed rough, just a bit mean as he pulled her flush against his body. This time when their lips touched, he took control of the kiss, parting her swollen lips with his tongue, tasting her sweetness, stroking in her mouth the way he was dying to do inside her pussy.
    With a needy sigh of pure pleasure, Samantha melted against him, letting him take control of the kiss.
    Sliding his hands down to cup her ass, he pressed upward until she wrapped her legs around his waist. As he carried her across the torrid glass studio, he contemplated setting up a small scene, an introduction to submission, to see how she reacted before either of them took this any further.
    But when she eagerly began to press kisses into his neck and along the line of his jaw, each resonating in a throb between his legs, Elijah found that, for once, he didn’t want the ritual or rules of a BDSM scene.
    He wanted this woman, just like this.
    He was going to have her.
    She arched her pelvis forward and his body clenched. The space between her legs was hot, the dampness apparent through the thin shorts she wore. She rubbed against his cock relentlessly, and he braced her against the doorjamb to lean into the sharp ache of need.
    “Too fucking hot in here.” Elijah took her mouth again, working his hand up beneath the hem of her tank top as he tasted her. He pinched sharply, then rolled the taut nipple between his fingers, savoring the way she cried out and arched against him.
    Sweat dampened them both, gluing their skin together. Heat shimmered in the air, tangible lines of it, lending a surreal quality to the moment.
    “House. Bed.” Letting go of him with the hand closest to the door, Samantha turned the knob, shoving against the swollen wood. It didn’t budge, and with a moan of frustration against Elijah’s lips she abandoned her efforts, sliding her hand between their bodies.
    When her eager fingers traced over the outline of Elijah’s cock, he felt pleasure coil at the base of his spine. Fuck, if her touch felt this good through the cloth of his shorts, his boxers, then it was going to be heaven to be skin on skin.
    “Bed,” she panted, curling her fingers around him. Cursing, Elijah wrapped his arms tightly around her and braced his shoulder against the door, shoving at it.
    Beneath their combined weight it shuddered, then finally fell open. They staggered through the opening as if drunk, falling to their knees in the mosaic of gravel in Samantha’s backyard.
    Elijah intended to pick her up, to carry her across the yard to the ramshackle cabin that she called home. But as she fisted her hands in the hem of her tank top and lifted it over her head, all he could think was that he had to have her now .
    “Perfect.” Ducking his head, Elijah licked a trail from her collarbone to her breasts. Cupping the heavy flesh in each hand, he worked the nipples with firm fingers, and at the same time sank his teeth into the softness that was the curve of her upper breast.
    “Aah!” Samantha cried out and pressed herself against him, even as her fingers found and fumbled with the buckle of his belt.
    She seemed as eager as he was. Though she didn’t appear to have any