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shimmered over her like heat lightning, making her squirm.
    “Ah, I have to taste you,” he said.
    She had one brief moment to think
Yes, please
. Then he was bent over her, his tongue stroking her swollen folds, pushing between them.
    “Ah, Connor…”
    Her hands went into his short crop of dark hair, and she watched his fingers biting into her thigh. Loved that hard pressure on her skin. Loved even more the lapping motion of his tongue as he moved up her damp slit to the hard nub of her clit.
    “God…”
    He kept licking her pussy in a slow, steady rhythm. She wanted to come, but it was just the tiniest bit too slow to allow her to reach climax.
    “Please, Connor. Faster.”
    He paused, and when he began again he moved even more slowly, licking her almost lazily.
    “Oh, you’re torturing me.”
    There was no response from him, simply another pause in which she understood that the more she complained or begged, the slower he would go.
    Wicked man.
    She loved it.
    She sighed, settled into the soft cushions, let her thighs fall farther apart. And as soon as she did he really went to work, his tongue pushing inside her, then moving back to her needy clit and licking, licking, then sucking hard.
    “Oh!”
    She felt her climax bearing down on her, let the pleasure shiver through her body as the spasms began. And as she began to come, he thrust his fingers inside her.
    She exploded, calling out, hips arching hard against his mouth, his surging fingers. Pleasure was a hammering jolt, echoing through her over and over.
    “Connor…ah, God…”
    The waves subsided, but he didn’t stop. He was fucking her with his fingers, as he had in the cab, but this time with hard, almost punishing strokes. And he was sucking on her clit, making it hurt a little. But she loved it,
needed
it, somehow. In moments, it seemed, she was coming again. Unbelievably. Her body trembled with pleasure, her hips bucking so hard he had to hold her down with his hand. Or maybe he simply wanted to. She loved it all—his hard hands, his lovely, hot mouth. His command of her.
    After, she lay shivering, small frissons of pleasure still shimmering through her. Connor raised his head, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smiled at her.
    “That was beautiful, my girl. To feel you come like that, in my mouth. Shall we do it again?”
    She laughed shakily. “I may need a few minutes to recover.”
    “I’ll use that time, then, to get you undressed and into my bed.”
    Before she had time to answer he’d lifted her in his arms and was carrying her down a short hallway. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had held her this way—in his
arms
. It made her feel small. Utterly feminine.
    Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of more framed sketches on the walls of the hallway, then he was moving into the bedroom, flicking on the light switch with his elbow. The room was thoroughly masculine, with large pieces of sleek black furniture, an enormous bed in the same black wood, framed by four posts. The downy comforter was varying shades of gray, from dark to pale, done in bold horizontal stripes. But all she could really think about was that he was going to fuck her there.
    He set her down on the edge of the bed.
    “Stay right there, Mischa,” he said, his voice low, quiet. But there was still unquestioning authority in his tone, and it was making her hot all over. Making her heart pound.
    She watched as he kicked his way out of his shoes, then unbuttoned his shirt, slipped it off. She took in a breath as his muscular shoulders and chest, the tight six-pack of his abs, came into view. His skin was a pale gold, as if he’d seen a little sun over the summer. Around his right biceps he had a tattoo in black and red—a Celtic warrior armband, complicated knotwork with thorny tribal spikes. As purely male as the rest of him. There was heavy black text in Gaelic in a line down the inside of his left forearm, but she had trouble focusing on