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mentioning that he’d considered doing exactly that on more than one occasion.
    “Then you changed toward me the instant you heard—secondhand, I might add—that I like to dominate my women sexually.”
    The growing panic on her face fled and she lifted her chin. “See?” She poked him in the chest with her pointer finger. “You said ‘my women.’ That’s so archaic. It’s the twenty-first century. A woman doesn’t belong to anyone.” Her gaze was triumphant, her stance aggressive and chock-full of “gotcha there.”
    That would probably have been a deterrent to a lot of guys. Her refusal to accept what was right in front of her. Her need to pretend that she wasn’t at least curious and at most enthralled with the notion of the two of them. There were plenty of women out there who didn’t need any convincing.
    But unfortunately, ever since she’d gotten in his head, he didn’t want other women. He wanted this one, and she wanted him.
    Maybe it was because his nature wouldn’t allow him to leave a gauntlet unretrieved on the ground between them. Maybe it was because he knew he had the key to unlocking something that had clearly been trapped in her for so long. Hell, maybe it was because she was so fucking beautiful and the thought of her on her knees in front of him, begging for more of whatever he had to give, made his cock hard enough to cut glass. Whatever the case, he sure as hell couldn’t bring himself to walk away.
    Not yet.
    His intent must have shown on his face because her self-satisfied smirk slid away, and her eyes went wide.
    “Rafe, listen, I—”
    “I think I’ve done enough listening,” he murmured, pressing closer until he could feel her breath on his jaw. “Now it’s your turn.” He cupped her hips and flipped her around roughly, pressing her into the hood of the car, using his thighs as leverage. He bent low, curling his body over hers until his mouth was a scant inch from her ear.
    “Make no mistake,” he breathed, letting his lips brush the soft skin of her jaw, exulting in her full-body shudder. “I might not be in the market for love, but any woman who wants to sleep with me will absolutely and unequivocally be my woman in the bedroom. If she’s not? If she can’t trust me to give her everything she needs…everything she could possibly want? Then I’ve failed her.”
    The breath sawed in and out of her lungs, but she didn’t struggle. In fact, she didn’t move at all. She seemed to be waiting for something. His pulse accelerated as he kneaded her hips gently. Then he felt it. Pressure against his groin as she flexed her ass ever so slightly back against him. His balls drew tight and his cock thickened.
    She might be too stubborn to say it, but her body told him everything he needed to know. She wanted more, and far be it from him to deny her.
    He flexed forward, grinding his erection against her bottom as his hands traveled up her rib cage to skate over the sides of her full breasts. He didn’t stop, lacing her fingers with his and dragging her hands up the hood of the car until they were high over her head.
    She let out a catchy moan. “Rafe—”
    It was scary, how bad he wanted her. Scary enough that he was starting to have second thoughts himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull the plug. She had to be the one to stop this, or there would be no stopping.
    A warm summer breeze kicked up as he clamped his fingers tight around her wrists and pinned her to the hood with his hips, hard enough to make her gasp.
    “Say the word, Court. Tell me no, and we both walk away, no harm, no foul.” He pressed his chest against her back until her torso and cheek were flush against the car and she let out a squeak. The blood rushed to his ears as a dozen scenarios ran through his head, each more erotic than the last.
    “Tell me no,” he murmured against the soft shell of her ear, “and I won’t slide my hands up that little dress and work that pussy until you