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need and desperation.
    Her moan was lost into his mouth as he wrapped his tongue around hers. Hands planted on the wall either side of her head, he leaned into her and held her in place with the weight of his body, kissing her until the blood roared in her ears, and her heart pounded.
    He kissed like all the guys in the romance novels she loved to read. All fire and dominance, with the added advantage that he was real, not some kind of mythical creature from the pages of a book. He was here. She could touch him. Taste him and him, her. Oh lord, yes. Just the thought of him using that clever mouth other places on her body sent her up in flames.
    Dragging his lips from hers with a ragged moan, he grabbed her wrists and yanked them above her head. He kept her from touching him with one large hand over both of hers. His other hand spread over her lower back, pulling her lower half away from the wall and against his. She already had issues with her breathing, an affliction she found was only present when he was, but when he ground his hips against hers, she was forced to suck in a shuddering breath. Hell, he was huge. The long, thick bar of his cock burned at her even through their clothes.
    Way too many layers of clothes.
    Unable to touch him like she wanted, she played dirty and rocked her hips. He swore against her lips, voice ragged. Nowhere near as cool and calm as before. Triumph roared through her. She’d rattled him. Her amusement disappeared as quickly as it had arrived when he upped the ante and his lips blazed a trail down the side of his throat.
    Each touch, each caress of his lips sent another shiver through her. The fluttery feeling in her stomach spread, filling her veins before settling into a hard knot low in her stomach. A deep ache throbbed between her thighs, pussy clenching with the need to be filled. By him. Over and over, again and again. Stubble rasped against her cheek, the scratch against sensitive skin dragging a murmur from her. He rumbled, the sound between a chuckle and a groan, as if to acknowledge her.
    Letting go of her wrists, he stepped away and turned. She gasped, confused by the change of position. Before she could utter a complaint, he pulled her into his arms again. The solid strength of his chest met her back, the rigid length of his cock pressed into the grove of her ass.
    A whimper broke free from her throat before she could stop it. His arms around her like this, legs spread so she stood between them, he surrounded her. Dominated and controlled. She couldn’t stop the shiver of pleasure that rolled through her. She’d never had a man treat her like this before. All her sexual experiences had been of the polite, once a week, in a bed kind. Safe. Boring. This was different. Way different. It was like he couldn’t wait to touch her, and be damned where they were. And…she liked it. Really liked it.
    Big hands smoothed down her arms, shackled her wrists and pulled her hands up. Her breathing rasped, short and ragged, as he positioned them around his neck.
    “Keep them there.”
    His order was low and harsh, but the words got to her like nothing else. To not be able to touch when she wanted forced her into, not a passive role, but made her focus on everything he did to her. Every touch, every brush of his lips over the side of her neck. Oh lord, his lips… Heat washed through her, weakening her knees as he found the sweet spot below her ear.
    Clinging to his neck to keep herself on her feet, she moaned when his hands swept up her ribcage. Her body ached and trembled by turns, her skin tingling wherever he touched her. She arched her back as his hands got higher, offering her breasts up to him. His hands closed over her to cup her right there through the fabric. Oh hell, that shouldn’t feel as good as it did. His teeth scraped the side of her neck, and she jumped, the pleasure-pain thrilling her.
    “Again.” She didn’t recognize the voice that emerged from her throat. Soft and