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    Was it always going to be this way with him? The hunger between them so demanding there was little room for kindness? Her lips would probably hurt later—much later—and his grip on her butt would probably leave tiny bruises…
    At least, that’s what she thought before he dipped, slipping both hands behind her thighs and scooping her up against the wall, gently supporting her without crushing her. She felt protected, cherished, well and truly notched to him, her slickening sex against his stomach, her breasts now at his mouth level. Her legs tightened around him.
    Someone was sighing, sounding satisfied when the wetness of his kiss encompassed the hard point of her nipple through the nylon shirt. Breath was hard to grasp. The curtain on the door gave way beneath the swing of her arm and rising fall of her body as he thrust against her—hard, jutting pumps. Promises of what would come. Or maybe his body was simply as desperate to get to that part as hers was and didn’t have the patience to wait. Either way, they weren’t getting anywhere like this, except hot. Very, very hot.
    She was melting from her core, a sensation that increased when he let go of her long enough to peel her shirt off her and throw it behind him. Then he had her in his mouth for real.
    A girl could feel bad about not needing to wear a bra, but Belinda never did. Not after Lucas. Even as a teenager, he’d been so… excited about the slight curves there because he could graze his teeth over the sensitive points and make her cry out. She was near to sobbing now, his thumbs wet from his own mouth, flicking over her and making her hips rock against him.
    “You’re hot, Belle,” he murmured in what should have been a soothing tone. It served only to tease while his hips rucked up harder than before. “Your skin is on fire.”
    “I can’t feel yours.” She yanked at his jacket, impatient and frustrated. He was trying to make her crazy. He had to be. He shrugged out of it, and she pulled at his shirt with both hands, prepared to tear it in half. “I want your skin, Lucas.”
    “You’ll get it.”
    He didn’t understand. If he did he wouldn’t sound so calm. That growl in his voice would be a roar. He’d be trying to tear it, too. She’d wanted him for so long and refused him. Now that she’d given in, years of desire overflowed. She needed him now, like a fury. “I want it all. All of you.”
    “You’ll get everything tonight, Belle.” He sucked in a ragged breath of his own, his forehead like a scorching blaze between her breasts. “Everything I am. Anything I can give you. It’s yours.”
    She felt a frisson of fear, of exaltation, because he sounded like he’d made a vow. Sounded as if this were supposed to mean something more than simple sex. But then his mouth was on hers and she lost the ability to worry or to think. All she could do was feel and all there was to feel was him .
    Buttons snapped and Lucas fit his big palms beneath her ass again, but then he started walking. They bumped into things, knocked some breakables down, but he kept going. When she expected him to drop her on her bed, he turned the opposite way and they stumbled into the walk-in shower.
    “Where are we going?” Like she cared.
    “Too hot,” he said between wet kisses. “We’re going to give ourselves heart attacks.”
    Trepidation invaded in a second. “Lucas—”
    “Trust me.” His white teeth gleamed in the soft yellow light of her nightlight through the clear shower curtain as he turned on the water.
    The showerhead burst to life, spitting cool water on her fiery skin. She shrieked until he adjusted it, laughing, spreading his big palm over her bare back to take the brunt of the water flow. Eventually, he had what he wanted, enough heat to keep it from being cold…but still cool, gaining warmth as it spilled over her body onto his.
    They were soon drenched, her hair matted wet, his shirt turning transparent and tightening its hold