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plied her tender flesh. “You’re so goddamn sexy.” He reached up and pinched her nipple. Lucy whimpered. “I could come in my pants just staring at you.”
    As he looked up at her, Lucy’s cheeks heated. Reilly slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties and inched them down over her hips. When they pooled at her feet, she stepped out of them, her thigh muscles quivering as her need mounted. She released a breath she hadn’t even known she was holding and asked, “Shouldn’t we take this to the bedroom?”
    “Soon,” he answered. “First, spread your legs for me. Show me how much you want me.”
    Lucy did as he commanded. There was no possible way she could deny him. When Reilly touched a finger to the dark curls at her cleft, Lucy nearly exploded.
    “Ah, that’s it, sweetheart.” Reilly stroked her clit. “Damn, you are hot for me, aren’t you? So nice and wet.” He looked deep into her eyes, as if desperate for her to submit to him entirely. She nearly begged him for more, but his fingers searched and parted her sex, and Lucy’s thoughts scattered. When he slipped a finger inside her wet heat, Lucy flung her head back and cried out, helpless to the craving this man provoked in her. She abandoned all sense of modesty, dug her fingers deep into Reilly’s hair and pulled him closer still.
    “Yeah, that’s what I like,” he said in a low voice. “I want you all wild and eager for me.”
    Reilly was merciless in his ministrations. He held her still with one powerful hand while the other palmed her mound. Lucy pulled his head toward her in a silent plea for his mouth to replace his fingers.
    “No,” he softly warned, “tell me what you want. Say it.”
    “Reilly,” she pleaded, knowing damn well she was unable to actually form complete sentences at this point.
    “If you want my tongue inside you, you’re going to have to ask me nicely.”
    Lucy cursed and tugged at his hair, but the man wasn’t budging an inch. “Stop teasing me,” she cried.
    “I want to kiss your pretty little pussy, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I want to taste that sweet juice so badly, but I want to hear the lovely words from you first. That’s not so much to ask, is it?”
    Her face burned as she attempted to form the words he wanted. “I want your mouth on me.” Lucy took his dark, fiery gaze as a sign that she should continue. “I want your tongue thrusting inside me, and I desperately want you to push me to the floor and take me as hard and as fast as you want. For as long as you want, until we’re both limp and sweating. I want you, Reilly, and I’m not going to stop wanting you, that’s for damn sure.”
    Silence gathered between them for several heartbeats, and then: “Jesus, woman.”

Chapter Three
    Reilly’s hands were voracious, touching and caressing every smooth inch of Lucy. He moved two fingers between her swollen pussy lips and slid them deep. God, he was hungry for her. Like never before. Feeling the petal-soft skin between her thighs fueled his heated blood and turned his need into a razor-sharp ache. He had the urge to possess and dominate Lucy. To stake his claim on her in some elemental way.
    He wanted her begging for him. To need him as desperately as he needed her. He ached to slide into her tight heat and feel her inner walls holding his cock like a silken glove. He thrust his fingers in and out, and Lucy moaned his name and grasped on to his shoulders for support. Reilly felt her delicate fingers biting into his skin, and he reveled in the knowledge that he could make her so needy for him.
    Now. It had to be now. He couldn’t wait a second longer.
    Reilly dispensed with their clothes, then gently moved her to the floor, their conversation forgotten. There was no past. No future. Only now. Only Lucy. Lucy’s needy cries shredded Reilly’s control. He’d never been so eager for a woman. He used his arms to keep the bulk of his weight off her yet pin her in place at the same