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looked up at the angry female in front of him.  Memories from an earlier time, when they’d been in exactly the same position, flooded his mind. 
    “It’s not funny,” she fumed. “You tortured me for close to twenty years, and this is not funny, and if you honestly think I’m going to let you put your grubby hands all over me like I’m one of your bimbos, you need to ask yourself whether or not you absorbed some of that silicone into your brain through osmosis, you jerk.”
    She spun on her heel, which wasn’t as easy to do on sand as it was solid ground, praying fervently she wouldn’t trip on her shaky legs as she stalked off the beach and into her villa. Furious at herself, she jammed the keycard into the lock, needing to get into the privacy of her own room so she could lick her wounds and scream in private.
    The door wouldn’t budge.
    She realized she was using the wrong side of the keycard to get in. “Fuck,” she cursed, frustrated.  Before she could turn the card right side up, large hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her back so that her ass was cradled against hard, male heat. 
    She froze, barely breathing.
    “That’s exactly what I was thinking, too.”  Warm lips pressed against her nape as he murmured against her skin.
    Her brain splintered like fragile glass, into a million tiny little shards.
    Still paralyzed, she tried to make sense of what was happening, but she never got the chance because he’d spun her around, his body pressing hers into the door.
    Eyes wide, she stared mutely at him, unable to break away from the intense heat etched into his handsome features. He wound his hands in her hair, and tightened his hold, keeping her head steady so she couldn’t break eye contact. She let out a little moan when he rubbed his hard length against her suggestively.
    Unable to escape physically, she closed her eyes
    Every cell in her being felt on fire, leaving her skin highly sensitized.  Solid proof of his erection pressed once more against her soft center and her tenuous grip on sanity dissolved.
    “This is crazy, what are you doing?” she whispered, her eyes still glued shut.
    “Look at me, Grace.”
    She heard something raw in his guttural command and was helpless to do anything but obey.  She opened her eyes, and he smiled grimly in satisfaction.
    Seconds ticked by as his eyes burned into hers. She felt a pulse between her legs acutely as the ache inside her grew and intensified. Confused and aroused, her breath escaped her mouth in short, light bursts of air.
    “I wanted you the second I saw you today. I wanted to peel that dress off right there at the wedding so I could get between those sweet thighs. I want to fuck you into oblivion and watch your face as I made you come.” His grip tightened in her hair and pulled her head back, positioning her as he wanted before his mouth slammed onto hers.
    Stars. 
    That was the only thought that registered dimly in her brain as his mouth took possession of hers.
    She was seeing stars.
    She’d been kissed before, but every memory she had of any prior kisses faded into oblivion. Nothing like what he was doing to her now. He assaulted, dominated, and seduced her with his mouth. He lightly nibbled at her lower lip, groaning as she opened wider for him, and then laved away the light stings of his teeth with his tongue. He sucked her lip into his mouth, and gently tugged before releasing her, only to thrust his tongue into the warm, wetness of her mouth.
    Releasing her hair, he ran his hands up her sides, before he finally settled under the swell of each breast. She was perfection under his hands but as he took her with his mouth, a flicker of awareness taunted him with the unpleasant reminder that she was his best friend’s little sister. 
    This soft, lush body he molded under his hands was off-limits, and he knew that better than anyone. 
    But it still didn’t stop his mouth from tearing away from hers or the words that came