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breathy, it was a full-on phone-sex operator voice. His cock jerked against her ass. “Please.”
    He did it again, and she melted, sagging in his arms. He caught her, easily holding her with a strong arm around her waist when she couldn’t hold herself. Abandoning her breasts, he slid his free hand along her curves. Exploring. Heading south. She bit her lip as his fingers flirted with her hip bones, then moved lower. He smoothed his hand down her thigh, snagged the hem of her dress, and dragged it higher.
    Goose-bumps erupted over her skin as the cooler air hit her thighs. She didn’t wear hose, so his fingertips brushed bare skin, all the way up. More and more of her thighs were exposed until the skirt was up over her hips and bunched around her waist. He groaned, fingers hooking under the thin strap of her G-string panties.
    “Bloody hell, if I’d know you were wearing these, we’d never have gotten to the pub,” he whispered in her ear, his voice harsh. “I’d have fucked you right there on the stairs.”
    She quivered at the words, her pussy clenching as he pulled the string. He twisted it around his fingers, holding the tension, and then paused as if waiting for something. Permission. Biting into the fleshy part of her lower lip, she nodded.
    He growled and yanked. The string bit into her skin for a second, then snapped. Using a booted foot, he nudged her feet further apart and the ruined panties slid down her legs. She didn’t step out of them. She didn’t get a chance. In the next heartbeat, his fingertips skated the crease between her thigh and body. He shifted position, sinking lower against the door to use his body as a cradle to support hers.
    “Open up for me, love.”
    Unable to deny him anything he wanted, she complied, letting her thighs fall lax as he held her. His strength surrounded her, supporting her as large, callused hands stroked the soft skin on the insides of her thighs. She shivered but held still. Held in the spell of anticipation he wove around her, she daren’t move. Hell, she daren’t even breathe too deeply.
    Her body clenched, the ache verging on pain. Her breath left her in a rush as his fingertips skated over her pussy lips. She whimpered, arching her back and rocking her hips in an unspoken plea.
    “Shhh…”
    He reached up, turning her chin up for his kiss. His lips claimed hers at the same moment he parted her lower ones with a decisive stroke of his fingers. He zeroed in on her clit with ruthless intensity. Pleasure hit her, hard and fast as he circled and stroked, plundering her mouth with his tongue at the same time. The dual assault stole her ability to think. Each touch designed to pleasure, to tease, tempt and drive her out of her mind.
    Gasping at the delicious sensations coursing through her, she couldn’t help disobeying his order to hold still. Dropping her hand, she gripped his arm to stabilize herself. She felt as if she was about to fly away…or shatter apart. She needed something, anything, to ease the restlessness and tension surging through her.
    He moaned, the sound more felt than heard under their kiss. His tongue stroked along hers. Warm, wet friction to match the slippery slide of his fingers against her clit. Just when she thought that was it, that it couldn’t get any better and that all she needed to do was hang on in there and ride his strokes to the earth-shattering climax she could sense lurking, waiting to consume her, he moved.
    Frustration rose, hard and sharp. No way. He couldn’t. She grabbed his arm to try and hold him in place. He had to finish this. It wasn’t fair to tease her with a glimpse of heaven, and then snatch it away before she could reach it.
    But before her lips could finish forming a pout, he slid a strong finger deep inside her. She tore her lips from his, a moan escaping her mouth. Lord, that was… fucking amazing.
    “Go for it, love,” he urged as she clung to him, hips rocking against his hand as she tried to make