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brushed against him again as he seemed to pause, rigid, without breathing. Taller than her by several inches and lanky with a muscular cut, he made her mouth water.
    I see your need. And mine , he sent to her.
    Dark eyes glittering, he brought a trembling hand to her cheek to brush his thumb across the corner of her mouth. Her tongue darted out for a lick.
    More . She whispered the thought.
    His hands stroked her face, down her arm, caressing with gentle care as if this mattered to him. As if she mattered and what they did was something he cherished. She wasn’t just a way to scratch an itch.
    She stepped back. The increasing tightness in her chest made it hard to bring in air. Shaking her head, she stared into his face, at the understanding and acceptance, but he didn’t let her go.
    Do you see my need? He brought up her hand and sucked her finger into his mouth. Her body arched toward him and she groaned.
    Then he was holding her, crushing her to him as his lips melded to hers. His taste was wonderful. All she’d imagined but more, with a hint of wildness, the tinge of desire and wholly addictive. The heat brushed around them, wind tugging at her clothes. His tongue plundered inside to rub against hers. Frantic to touch him, she tugged on his shirt and ran her hands along his back, skin warm and inviting.
    Their hips thrust against one another. His cock, hard behind his zipper, dug into her fevered skin through the thin fabric of her dress.
    A white static overtook her vision in a flash. An elemental and primal part of herself roared, recognizing the call to mate, to connect talents. Sean’s kiss faltered. The buzzing in her ears blared louder and then quieted when he pulled his mouth away.
    The strange moment passed and the ache in her belly doubled, crying out to be filled. She threaded her hands in his hair and jerked him back to her. Humming the banshee’s pleasure, she tangled her tongue with his, renewing their kiss and seeking the moment when he capitulated and let the lust rule them.
    The depth that she felt should’ve scared her, but it inflamed her even more.
    Put your hands on me, Sean .
    I will. Everywhere. I want to touch you everywhere . He growled in her head and she closed her eyes as she shivered.
    Growl like that again, and I swear I’ll come just standing here .
    A small sound like a whimper escaped, filling the room, and he yanked her closer. His hands fisted in her hair and his lips trailed up her neck to nip on her chin. Then he found her lips and feasted on her.
    Her hum vibrated to pitch her higher and higher. She needed him. Now. Here. Deep, deep inside her, completely inside her, where no other man had touched. She wanted his cock, his hand, his tongue, so much she couldn’t see straight.
    He groaned. The gruff sound made her eyes cross in delight. His tone was low, dissonant and delicious. She’d never heard anything so wonderful. He continued his torture of pleasure, a kiss so carnal she’d never be the same again. His hands still held her head, but she wanted them everywhere, on her breasts, on her ass, between her legs, his fingers parting her folds and sliding inside.
    She rubbed against him. Struggling against her dress to get closer, she lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist. She couldn’t press close enough. Her hum resonated through the room. The closed blinds vibrated with the pulse of her clit.
    That had never happened before.
    Sliding her eager hands around his waist, she made a trail from his lower back to the button of his jeans. Finally, she’d get a look at Sean’s cock, something she’d dreamed of doing for years.
    Hurry, please. It’s been so long . Sean’s hips bucked, making her grip on his jeans fumble.
    “How long, handler? How long since a woman’s had her hands on you?” The question made her frown. A deep-seated anger stirring in her belly.
    They both stilled. Then she licked his jaw, eager to get it on before he changed his mind, something she