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steps, and he was entirely reliant on instinct. He had one goal: his dominance and her submission.
    He reached out, bracing his hands on either side of her head. He was at least a foot taller than she was. Height was another tool in his arsenal. She was nervous. He could feel it, smell it in the sweet waves of heat that rose from her body, see it in the way her gaze skittered over his chest and shoulders but never lifted to his face.  
    He bent near her, giving his lungs the luxury of filling with her scent. Sweet and summery. Lilacs, maybe. He longed to fill his hands with her curves, touch her body with his, feel her skin beneath his, but it was too early for that dance step.
    Her nostrils flared. Was she scenting him, as he did her? “What are you doing?” she asked in a breathy voice that sent blood flooding to a critical part of his anatomy.
    “Reacquainting myself with you.” He breathed deeply of the warm air by the curve of her neck and shoulder, as if he could take it for himself and leave nothing for any other man. Which he would. In time. When the dance ended.
    He kissed the base of her neck. He hadn’t shaved this morning. Or for the past few days, either. Her skin was like velvet. Impossibly soft. He dragged his closed mouth up the center of her neck, moving in a line up to her ear. The stubble of his jaw dragged against her skin. She lifted her chin, and he accepted the movement as a gift, tracing his mouth over the center of her throat. Up, around her chin. He hovered over her lips, close but not touching, waiting until she lifted her gaze to him. When she did, her pupils were dilated, darkening her eyes. He could dive into those midnight-blue eyes.
    “We’re not finished, you and I,” he growled. “What we had was real, in a way nothing since has ever been. Give yourself to me.”
    She lowered her gaze, blocking him from reading anything in her eyes. Maybe he moved. Maybe she did. He felt her lips meet his. He couldn’t stop himself from pulling a long draw of air through his flared nostrils as the impact of that touch shivered through him. Her hands unfolded from their defensive posture to stroke over his chest, not to push him away but to learn him again by touch.  
    Her little pink tongue slipped between his lips and heat shot into his groin. His tongue welcomed hers, rubbing over, under, alongside hers. His hands moved from the wall to her hair. He released the clippy thing holding it up and tossed it to the floor, then buried his hands in her loosened mane, gripping fistfuls of it, thick and soft, as he ground his mouth against hers. Her hands rose higher, circling his shoulders. He turned his head to feel her mouth from another angle. He had to spread his legs to ease the pressure throbbing in his groin.  
    He wondered if she were as moved as he was. Jesus, they were electric together. He stroked his hands down her back, moving lower to cup the swell of her ass. Fuck. He wanted her. Still frenching her mouth, he lifted her, spreading her legs around him as he leaned her back against the door. He broke from the kiss to lick his way down her neck to her collarbone. He tugged her hips forward, grinding himself against her core, rotating her against the wide ridge in his pants.
    Her lips parted. She tightened her arms around his neck. He could feel the hot puffs of her breath below his ear. He continued moving against her, faster and faster, grinding against her, banging her into the door, until he felt tension tighten her body. Her legs and arms squeezed him. He felt, rather than heard, the soft cry that broke from her when she peaked. And then he heard nothing but thundering blood in his ears as his balls shot hot semen up his cock.  
    God, what he would give to be in her, to feel her body around him, against him. Already, he was getting hard again. He leaned against her, his forehead against the door, his cheek to her hair. He couldn’t believe that he had her in his arms at last, that