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perfume reached him before
    she did. He inhaled deeply, struck anew by how stimulating some smells could be to a man's libido.
    "Aren't you happy to see me?" she whispered as she reached him. She brushed the sleek front of his
    leather jacket then ran her hands over his shoulders to cup his neck.
    "I've got a date," he protested, reaching up to remove her hands.
    "Really?" Her hand dipped down to the front of his jeans. She rubbed him. "I don't care, Nolan."
    Conor gasped in shock and started to move away, but her fingers flexed around him, cupping him
    between his legs.
    "I want you to fuck me, Nolan." She kneaded his flesh. "I want to feel this inside me." She tugged at
    him.
    Every instinctual sexual drive, lustful primal craving, and mindless, forbidden impulse he had ever
    entertained crashed through his psyche with the speed of light and he reached for her, grabbed her to him
    as though he were a drowning man after a life preserver.
    "My, my, my," she breathed as his arms tightened like steel bands around her body. "I can see we are
    of the same mind, my strong Celtic warrior."
    He didn't care that it wasn't right.
    He didn't care that he had told Rhianna he would see her in less than half an hour.
    He didn't care if everyone on his street was watching him by the faint glow of the street light across
    from his front door. He shoved Felicity Rogers up against the wall, rammed his thigh between her legs
    and lifted her to straddle him. He tore feverishly at her clothing as he pinned her there, her legs dangling
    to either side of his rigid thigh. Material ripped, buttons popped off her blouse so his rough hands could
    thrust under the lacy cups of her bra to grasp silky-smooth mounds of flesh.
    "Easy," he vaguely heard her caution as she threaded her long fingers through his hair and pressed his
    head to her chest. "I won't break, but I can be bruised, lover."
    "I need you," he growled deep in his throat. "I need…"
    Felicity threw back her head as he slid her along his upraised thigh, jerking her away from the wall to
    make her ride the hard length of him from knee to groin. She looked down at him, smiled at the complete
    enthrallment in his tense face as he stared sightlessly up at her and reveled at the deadly lust that made his
    eyes glitter with carnal hunger. She flicked out her tongue to drag the pink tip across her scarlet lips and
    laughed with taunting delight at the animalistic grunt of intent that burst from his throat.
    "I know what you need, Irish."
    Conor spun around, fell with her, and crashed them both to the floor. His only thought was to mount
    her, to thrust the feverish length of his pulsating shaft deeply inside her, to gain relief from the agony that
    throbbed inside him.
    "Not here," she told him, wiggling beneath his hard body until her own thigh was wedged intimately
    against the hot, iron-hard junction of his legs. "Take me inside."
    "I've got to have you." His hands squeezed savagely at her now-naked breasts. His head dipped down
    to the soft valley between and his teeth closed around one turgid nipple.
    "Inside" Her hands pushed at his shoulders even as she braced her leg on the floorboards of the porch
    so their positions were now reversed and he rode her slender thigh. She felt his entire body shudder.
    "Oh, God!" He moaned, his tongue flicking at the hard pebble of her nipple. "I've got to…"
    Conor was on fire with a bestial need that superseded all else. He lunged after her, gripped her to him
    with the mindless intention of raping her had she not pushed so quickly to her feet.
    "Inside," she repeated, breaking through the red-hot mist of lust clouding his vision. "Invite me inside."
    He pushed up from the floor, a snarl of mating rage skinning his lips back from his teeth and he
    reached for her, his hands like claws.
    "Inside!" she hissed. "I'll not be taken like a common whore on the floor of your dirty porch!"
    Rage, impotent and devouring, flooded him and he growled like a cornered