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quite
understand, craved the dominance that oozed off of him. He’d be a take-command
kind of lover, and she was more than willing to let him do so.
    He’d
be the teacher, and she’d be the student hungry for education. She followed him
as he led her down a dark hallway toward the back of the club. Did he come here
often? Did he do this a lot? And for some reason, the thought of him doing so
sent a pang of jealousy slivering through her. How would she compare to the
other women he’d been with? Would he laugh at her inexperience once it became
apparent? She hurriedly tamped those thoughts into submission.
    She
looked at his back and wondered if it would be as broad without the heavy
duster. She let her eyes trail down to his behind, wishing she could see it,
anticipating the moment when he removed the coat and she’d be able to peruse
his entire delectable physique. She’d bet almost anything that she’d be able to
bounce a quarter off his ass. She had no doubt it was as perfectly sculpted as
the rest of him.
    She
remembered how hard he felt when she was pressed against him on the dance
floor. Not an ounce of fat marred him, and she practically drooled at the
thought of seeing him naked. Unfortunately, that meant he’d be seeing her nude
as well. She wasn’t in horrible shape by any means, but next to him? Good lord. Her confidence began to fail
at the thought, and as they rounded the corner at the end of the dark hallway,
he pulled her into a room to the right and shut the door behind them.
    The
room was dimly lit, and before another rational thought had time to enter her
mind, he slipped the duster along with something else off his back and onto the
floor. Holy shit! He was absolutely
perfect, and huge, and coming for her. Before she had time to react, his hands
spanned her waist, her back hit the wall, and her feet dangled off the floor.
He easily held her eye level to him as if she weighed no more than a feather,
and she was suddenly lost in the intense storm brewing in his eyes.
    “Wrap
your legs around my waist, honey,” he commanded in a husky whisper.
    She
did what he said. Heat once again flooded her cheeks when he nestled his hips
between her legs and his cock pressed hard and huge against her. How was she
ever supposed to fit that inside her? It would never work. There was absolutely
no way. But her doubts quickly fled when his lips brushed hers.
    She
barely suppressed a moan. He smelled like leather and man, and when he slipped
his tongue along the seam of her mouth, a hint of beer mixed with his exotic
flavor hit her bloodstream like another shot of tequila. She ran her palms up
his chest and shivered at the feel of his body heat bleeding through the slick,
cool fabric of his silk shirt. Suddenly, he lifted one hand to the back of her
hair, tunneled his fingers in the strands, and pulled firmly until her head
tipped back toward the wall.
    He
held her prisoner as his lips trailed over her neck, nipping, licking up to her
jaw. He slanted his mouth over hers and ravaged her with his tongue. This time,
she didn’t try to hold back her moans as he plundered the depths of her mouth.
He made it perfectly clear who was in control, and he commanded her submission
easily with a touch that coaxed her body to life with infinite finesse. He
ignited a flame in her she’d never known existed. He crowded her, engulfed her
with his large frame, but instead of feeling man-handled or intimidated, she
was comforted by the cocoon of his hot, hard body.
    When
she tried to arch against him, he grinded against her and held her captive with
his hips. Her hands were trapped between his chest and hers, and he ravished
her without letting her explore him in return. While her body grew hot under
his mouth and hands, her frustration swelled at not being able to touch him.
Finally, she wrenched her mouth from his.
    Her
breaths came short and ragged, and when his sparking eyes trained on her, those
breaths screeched to a near