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dignity didn’t seem all that important. “You can tell me to stop, you know.” Ryder’s voice was a husky growl that vibrated through her body. The grip on her wrists remained firm, as though he had no intention of letting her go, as his free hand worked its way between them to cup her breast through her shirt. “But I don’t think you want me to.” His thumb brushed her already stiff nipple and Lara gasped as a rush of wet warmth spread between her thighs. The hard length of his erection pressed through his jeans against her stomach and all rational thought left her mind as though sucked through a vacuum.
    She arched against him as his fingers moved to her other breast, teasing the nipple through the fabric to an aching point. Lara bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning, but only because she knew that’s what Ryder wanted from her. To make her moan and whimper and beg for his attention. And she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction.
    He continued his unhurried path, his mouth a brand on her skin as he nipped at the rounded flesh swelling above the neckline of her shirt. Lara’s breath sped in her chest as his free hand abandoned her breast and trailed downward, over her ribs and stomach to the waistline of her jeans. Her gaze locked with his and one corner of his mouth lifted in a self-satisfied smirk as he popped the button and eased down her zipper, her arms still caged above her. Though she wasn’t helpless to stop him and was by no means being restrained against her will, the sheer excitement she felt at being held this way was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
    Ryder’s tongue flicked out at his bottom lip, a slow, languid motion as though savoring something delicious, and watching him made Lara’s knees weak. His right hand slipped past her jeans and dove into her underwear and when his finger slid against her slick folds, she almost came for him right then and there.
    “Is all that sweet honey for me, doc?” he asked next to her ear. He pressed his body into hers while his fingers danced across her clitoris, each pass sending a jolt of sensation zinging through her body. “Mmm …” Lara shuddered as his lips brushed her earlobe, his breath hot with his own labored breathing. “You feel so damned good. So slick and soft. I could pet you like this all day.”
    That sounded like a damned good plan. She’d been wound as tight as a spring for months, looking over her shoulder, worrying about things that weren’t in her power to fix. Losing October had been the last straw, and the moment she felt the walls of her life closing in like a prison cell, Ryder Blackwell swooped in to set her free.
    Lara gasped as he circled her swollen bud, applying the perfect amount of pressure before backing off. Would the price of this freedom be something she was willing to pay?
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    Good god in heaven the woman was perfection. Ryder breathed in deeply, taking her scent into his lungs and holding it there. She took her bottom lip between her teeth and arched into his touch, but he could tell she was holding back and that’s not what he wanted from her. Ryder wanted to hear her moan, call out his name as she came. And the fact that she kept such a tight grip on her control made him more determined than ever to unravel her. He had a reputation to live up to, after all.
    She squirmed beneath him, her hands releasing and contracting into fists in his grip. He kept her pinned to the wall, refusing himself any kind of physical pleasure while he rubbed that swollen knot of nerves at her core. The game was one he enjoyed, working himself up as he denied himself what he wanted until he couldn’t wait any longer. And what he wanted more than anything was Lara’s hands all over him, those soft fingers of hers wrapped tightly around his cock as she guided him into her sweet slick heat that dripped onto his fingers right now.
    Holy hell, he could almost go off just thinking about it.
    He pulled away so he