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thick waves of her hair. The air was warm and the yearning for slow sultry loving was strong. After watching so many people be so blatant and crass, all he wanted was to feel the soft skin and warm comfort of a true woman who desired him. And there was no doubt in his mind that Vanessa desired him.
    With one sure movement he pulled her out of her chair and into his arms.  

CHAPTER EIGHT

    He leaned back against the desk, cradling her against him. They fit perfectly. Chest to chest, groin to groin and thigh to thigh. Her softness giving way to his hardness.
    Arousal curled low in Vanessa’s belly and started to spread outward. It felt so good to be held, to be kissed and cuddled, and to know that this man wanted her.  
    Yeah … he wanted her in more ways than even he knew.  
    Vanessa tore her mouth away from his. Closing her eyes and tilting her head back she reminded herself how she met him. Who he was, and what she was.  
    Kane wanted her all right. He also wanted to arrest her.  
    She couldn’t let herself forget that. And she couldn’t let herself forget that this man already had a good idea what she wanted. But at that moment, she wasn’t too sure she cared about any of that.  
    The feel of his hardness cradling her, his arms around her, his hands in her hair, his lips on her neck, it was all making it very difficult to think.  
    Who needs to think, when you can take control?  
    Vanessa reached up and ran her fingers through the short pelt that covered his head. She gripped his head and pulled him back, so she could nuzzle her head under his chin. She licked up the side of his neck, felt the rasp of stubble against her tongue, and tasted the slightly salty flavor of man.
    When his rumbling groan echoed through the quiet, it hit her right between the thighs. She rubbed her body against him, feeling the rigid length of his cock burn into her belly through their clothes.  
    Kane’s hand ran down her back and cupped her ass, pulling her even tighter against him as their lip met again in an open mouthed hungry kiss.  
    Vanessa struggled to breath, to think. Her breasts ached, bolts of pleasure zinging through her every time she rubbed against his chest. But it wasn’t enough. The feel of him, the taste of him, that taste of more.  
    She reached up and tugged at his shirt buttons. Thank God he hadn’t worn a tie. When his shirt was unbuttoned she pulled it open, yanking it from the waistband of his trousers, and started nibbling her way over his almost hairless chest.    
    “Nessa,” he groaned, his hands pulling her own shirt out of her skirt. “You’re driving me nuts here.”
    “Good,” she said, lowering herself to her knees. She undid his belt buckle and ignored his mumbled protests, ignored the hands that tried to get her back on her feet.
    She needed to keep control of this. She needed to show him that he didn’t see her as clearly as he’d thought. That she wasn’t looking for some romantic, soft sensual loving.  
    She focused on the fire running through her veins and the driving hunger for the taste of Kane. Leaning forward she pressed an open mouthed kiss to the cloth-covered ridge beneath his zipper. Her fingers worked the belt out of the way, and undid his trousers while she teased him through his pants. Then she gripped the waistband of both his trousers and his boxers, leaned back and looked up at Kane and slowly pulled them down to his knees.
    When his cock sprang free, she gave a wicked smile at his groan. Kane had been blessed, and she was about to make him thank the Gods for giving her plenty to play with.  
    She leaned forward and let her breath tease him. She saw his cock dance and twitch, as if it were searching for her mouth, reaching out for the warmth it knew was waiting for him. Her hands ran up and down his thighs, those lovely muscled thighs that had her drooling from the minute she’d met him. They were thick and corded with the muscle of a man who worked at staying