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veins on his shaft, how blue they would be, how distended, and she reached for the rings he’d tongued earlier, lifting her nipples from the cups of her bra.
    The words he bit off were raw and dirty, words polite people didn’t know, didn’t speak if they did. She was glad he knew them, that she inspired them, that he said them with no apologies. That he was driven to jerk at the snaps of his shirt, the buttons of his jeans, because this is what she’d wanted.
    Sex. Bodies. Skin on skin.
    Covered by white cotton, his cock filled the V between the denim gap, the capped head set off by its thick ridge. She thought he would reach for her then, would lift out his cock and fist it, but he reached for one of the longnecks on top of her refrigerator instead. His gaze held hers and he pulled a long swallow, backhanding his mouth when done.
    “I’m still waiting.”
    The hat shadowing his face. The shirt hanging open. The fly of his jeans open, too. He was her fantasy, and he was here, and she would deal with the repercussions later. She skinned down her jeans and kicked them away, wanting to do the same with her panties, but wanting more to be stripped by him. This was her dream, her indulgence. She held her lower lip with her teeth, standing her ground, having her way.
    The corner of Dax’s mouth turned up and he shook his head, lifting the beer. He swallowed again, his throat working, a powerful mix of emotions simmering in his eyes. And then he was there, one arm behind her, his hand manacling her wrists in the small of her back, the empty bottle hitting the floor and rolling across the black and white tiles.
    He nudged her legs apart with one knee, and she let him, surrendering, closing her eyes as his lips found the base of her neck. He breathed her in, nuzzling her, kissing her, his tongue swirling against her skin. Between her legs, he breached the elastic of her panties, used the long side of his index finger to open her outer lips. His hips pressed forward, and the head of his cock swept against the inner… and stopped.
    “Arwen.” He whispered her name, the single word torn free, a caress, a curse. “I don’t have a condom.”
    Her eyes slammed shut. God, where was her brain? She knew better. She
knew
better, yet she’d almost gone forward without this much-needed conversation because she’d wanted him for so long.
    He drew his tongue along her collarbone to her shoulder, then back to the hollow of her throat, wetting her, branding her,
was that what he was doing, making her his?
He soughed his next words against the corner of her mouth. “It’s been a while sinceI’ve done this, and I’ve tested safe. But we can wait, or we can improvise. I’m good with whatever.”
    She wasn’t good, and she knew he was lying about putting this off. “No waiting. No improv. I’m clean and on the pill.”
    She held her breath, waiting, anticipating, her clit extending in response to the butterfly strokes of his tip. The plum-full cap was delicious and ripe, moisture seeping from his slit as he prodded, tested, in and out, in and out,
sweet
sweet
lord
, in and out. And still he held her immobile. And still she couldn’t touch him, and she wanted more than anything to touch him, and
why wouldn’t he let her touch
him?
    He tucked his cheek to her chin, his quick shallow thrusts giving way to full penetration, opening her, filling her. And that’s when he finally bit her back, sucking on the skin above her collarbone and catching it between his teeth. He’d warned her. But, oh, she’d never expected this, the slide of his shaft in her pussy, the slide of his tongue healing the bruises he’d left on her flesh. Bruises she’d see in the mirror later.
    Bruises reminding her to be careful what she wished for.
    The pressure built, and she gripped and released his unyielding cock, her muscles pulling him deeper, her moisture creating a hot, slippery lube. She tugged free of his hold, digging her fingertips into the balls