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of the bustier. "No business here.
No business close to here."
    The top loosened, spread apart, and with a flick of his
fingers the cups covering her breasts were
    released. Her breasts spilled free, nipples hard and
pointed, flushed red and aching for his touch.
    "You're here." It was a statement and a moan as
his head lowered and his lips covered a tight, sensitive
    nipple.
    He wasn't easy on her, and she didn't want easy. His teeth
gripped and tugged, his tongue lashed with
    wicked wet heat. Her eyeballs were going to roll back in
her head it was so damned good. He sucked on
    her like a starving man.
    Long moments later his head lifted, thick dark blond lashes
fanning his cheeks as he stared down at his
    handiwork.
    Her nipple was tighter, if that was possible, gleaming wet
and ruby red.
    "You wore too many clothes," he growled, his
voice, which was rough on a good day, grating now.
    "I didn't want to appear too easy," she gasped as
his lips moved to the opposite breast and began their
    less than tender ministrations.
    God, this was what she had loved about the first and only
time he had touched her. He didn't treat her
    like spun glass. He didn't touch her like she would break.
He touched her like a woman well able to
    satisfy the dark, hungry sex drive she knew he possessed.
That he possessed and she craved to
    experience.
    "Not easy enough." He nipped the side of her
breast, his free hand moving to her hip, tugging at the laces
    on her pants now as his lips moved back to hers.
    Oh God, the taste of his kiss. It was incredible. It was
enough to steam her eyeballs, not to mention what
    it was probably doing to the glass balcony doors across the
room.
    She stretched beneath him, arched closer, rubbed against
the erection seated firmly against her pussy
    and wished she could purr. It felt that damned good. So
good, she wondered if she could come from his
    kiss alone.
     
    Hell, she had never done that, but this was close. This was
edging closer. His tongue curled along hers,
    stroked it, then teased her by licking at her lips. Then he
bit her.
    Kira jerked her head back, glaring at him before she
returned the favor by nipping at his lower lip. His
    hand tightened in her hair, jerked her back, and his lips
slammed over hers.
    He released her wrists, wrapped his arms around her, and
began thrusting between her thighs, stroking
    the silk of her panties and the leather of her pants
against her, rubbing against her clit and causing little
    snarls to echo in her throat.
    Damn him, he was burning her alive.
    Her hands buried themselves in his hair, pulled at it. Her
knees lifted and bent, clasping his hips as she
    dug the sharp heels of her boots into the bed and tried to
defy the layers of material between them.
    She wanted him, bad. She wanted his cock pounding into her.
Wanted him fucking her, filling her,
    stealing her senses and her much lauded control with the
lusts that blazed between them.
    This was no place for those lusts. The middle of an
investigation, in the eye of a storm that threatened to
    close in on Ian like the narrowing spout of a cyclone. And
yet, just as before, the wild hunger flared
    through her, rocked her, seared her senses. Opened
something inside herself that she didn't recognize. A
    core of femininity. A certainty that the rabbit hole the
woman hid within had been discovered. The agent
    she had become could no longer hide the woman desperate to
reveal herself.
    She was immersed in thick, white-hot sensation and flowing
with damp, desperate need. And when his
    hand slid into the loosened edge of her pants, his hips
pulled back, and his fingers found the bare flesh of
    her saturated sex, Kira knew she was doomed.
    She froze, but Ian didn't have any such inclinations. His
fingers found the narrow, sensitized slit, slid
    through it, and two fingers speared into the snug, slick
entrance of her vagina.
    "Oh God!" She tore her lips from his, the words
bursting from her lips as she felt the muscles