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him to reach higher.
    He pulled back long enough to murmur, “Good girl, that’s it,” before bending to kiss her once more.
    His tongue drove into her mouth and she sucked it in. He still held her hand to his chest, where she could feel his heart hammering as hard as her own. As hard as the pulse beat of desire in her breasts, her sex. And as his hand moved up her thigh,leaving a trail of heat as it went, she pulled in a gasping breath. Pulled in the heady scent of him: rain and the earth and the night.
    She trembled when she felt that first brush of his fingers at the edge of her lace panties. At the idea that he’d feel right away how wet she was, the lace soaked. He groaned into her mouth, and she felt a strange sort of satisfaction at his realization, at his reaction to it.
    He spread her thighs wider with a firm hand, and she let him do it. Held perfectly still as he brushed his fingertips over the wet fabric, against her aching cleft, over the hard nub of her clitoris.
    Need him. Need more.
    As if reading her mind, he slid his fingers under the fabric, moving right away in between the swollen folds of her sex.
    “Mmm…,” she moaned against his mouth.
    He didn’t pause, didn’t stop kissing her. Instead he began a steady, lovely rhythm, his fingers rubbing over her slit, his tongue pushing into her mouth. Desire rose, burned into her like a flame. She arched, coming up off the seat of the cab, but immediately he used his other hand to press down on her hip, to hold her still.
    Some part of her rebelled against his control. Another part of her loved it even more. She was too far gone to question it.
    She breathed him in, kissed him harder—it was the only thing she could do. She was helpless against him, against the tide of pleasure washing over her. When he pushed his fingers inside her she gasped again. Was sure she felt him smiling against her mouth. Then he was fucking her with his fingers with a steady pressure. In, then out, his thumb circling her clit until she was sure she would come at any moment.
    He pulled back.
    “We’re here.”
    Oh yes, almost there…
    She blinked. Her breath was a rasping pant. He was watchingher. His fingers were still working inside her. She could barely stand to see him watching her face.
    “Are you ready, my girl?”
    “Yes.” She bit her lip.
    He smiled, a wicked grin on his gorgeous face as his fingers stilled.
    Bastard.
    He slipped his fingers from her, and she wanted to cry out. She was so close to climax she was shaking all over.
    “Shh, Mischa. Let me help you out.”
    She was dizzy with it all—his lovely manners, her body burning with almost-met need. Who the hell was this man?
    Her legs were shaky, but he helped her from the cab, one strong arm around her. They were standing on the sidewalk in front of an older brick building. He pulled her right up against him, and she felt the hard-packed muscle of his big body.
    “I’m going to get you upstairs. And I’m going to make you come. We can talk after you’ve come for me. After you’ve come down from it. Still with me, girl?”
    Was he crazy? Where else could she possibly be at this moment?
    She nodded. “Yes, damn it.”
    He laughed, a low, rumbling chuckle of delight.
    “Oh, we’re going to have ourselves a night. I can hardly wait.”
    Neither could she. In fact, if he didn’t hurry and take her up to his apartment, if he didn’t carry through with his promise, bring her to orgasm soon, she was going to explode right there on the sidewalk. It was all she could think about.
    Connor.
    Need.
    Out of control.
    Totally out of control.
    Why didn’t it matter as much as it should?
    He led her up two flights of stairs, keeping her hand in his. It was large, warm. She remembered how it had felt between her thighs, which were rubbing together as they climbed the wide staircase, teasing her heated flesh. She was breathless when they got to the third floor. Not from the climb. It was everything he’d done to