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ripped
it off in her haste. “Hurry.”
    “ No.” He slid his hands
under her ass and hoisted her up. “First door, yeah?”
    She’d take him into her now
and glory in every thrust as he fucked her against the wall. Some
dangerous alchemy of lust and instinct turned her wild, and only the
promise of seeing him twisted in her sheets made it possible to find
her voice. “Yes.”
    It took him only a few quick steps
to reach the bedroom—and the bed. He dropped her on it and
slipped his hand under her shirt, his eyes blazing. “I missed
you.”
    Warm, callused fingers stroked over
her stomach. She arched into the touch, eyes falling shut. “You
don’t need to miss me anymore.”
    “ No, I don’t.” He
palmed her breast through her sports bra. “Take off your
clothes.”
    Easier said than done. Her T-shirt
tore under her frantic fingers. She let the cotton slip to the floor
and wiggled her way out of her pants more carefully.
    By the time she lay in her bra and
underwear, Walker was watching her, his hands clenched by his sides.
“This is the first time,” he whispered. “You’ve
been mine for so long that it seems surreal, but this is the first
time.”
    Their first time, and relief rose
that it wasn’t her first time. At fifteen, she’d fallen in girlish love with a
youth of twenty-one. At nineteen, she’d trembled beneath the
careful kisses of a man who’d held himself back, too aware of
her innocence.
    At thirty, she was a woman who knew
what she wanted, and she took it, rising to her knees and sliding her
palms against the incredible heat of his strong chest. “The
first time. Not the last.”
    “ No.” He slid his
fingers into her hair and tilted her head back. “What do you
like?”
    Zola laughed and scraped her nails
down his arms, letting power rise in her, the best kind of challenge.
“Figure it out.”
    “ Uh-huh.” He arched an
eyebrow. “You’re not naked yet.”
    With the button from his jeans gone,
it was easy to slide the zipper down. “I’m distracted. If
it’s important to you, maybe you should help.”
    He caught her wrists in an iron
grip, and it was only then that she realized how tenuous his control
was. “If you want me to take my time,” he rasped, “then
you’re going to have to let me.”
    Wildness seethed just under the
surface, and she wanted it. Needed it. With her wrists pinned she
used her teeth to drive home her point, biting his shoulder with a
low growl. “Take your time later. Now, we fuck.”
    Walker surged over her with a growl,
as if some leash holding him back had snapped. “Should have
just said so.” The stretchy fabric of her bra yielded under his
hands.
    It was too fast to savor, but she
wouldn’t have been able to appreciate finesse with blood
pounding in her ears and hunger narrowing the room to his touch.
Callused fingers, fast and frantic until she revealed a weakness with
an arch or gasp, then so intense he had her panting as he toyed with
her breasts. She moaned when he added his mouth, his rough tongue and
sharp nips of his teeth.
    He teased his thumb under the edge
of her panties. One gentle tug and then he ripped those off, as well,
baring her to his touch. He didn’t hesitate, just rocked the
heel of his hand against her and groaned when pleasure shattered
through her so hot that she cried out.
    If he worked his fingers inside her
body, she’d come and he’d take her and it would be good,
but it wouldn’t be what she needed. Using all the strength in
her trembling limbs, she broke free and rolled to her stomach, then
came to her knees. “ Now .”
    Walker growled his pleasure, but he
didn’t touch her again until his bare skin brushed her ass and
the backs of her thighs. He leaned over her, strong arms braced
beside hers, and kissed the back of her shoulder. “Now.”
    He drove into her, and the world
tumbled end over end in a dizzy spiral that tightened along with her
body. In ten years of running she’d never belonged anywhere