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Jane,” he breathed against my mouth, “I want in.”
    “Yes, Matt.” But I had no breath to carry the sounds. With that he took my mouth. He kissed me with a deliberation that left me defenseless. He was holding me up with that hand in my hair, his other hand pressing my jawbone almost painfully, and his knees gripping my sides. I was surrounded by his strength, penetrated as his ravishing tongue pierced and probed into the secret places of my mouth, always returning to brush against my tongue in a velvet rush and drag. Then I was sucking on him frantically, rubbing him back, his taste exploding across my senses, feeling his kiss in every fiber of my body.
    His grip tightened in my hair and he forced my mouth open wider, angling my head to give him maximum access. He was rough now but that was exciting for me. He kissed me with the absolute entitlement of ownership and it left me defenseless. I was pliant in his arms, letting him arrange our positions as he wanted, welcoming his invasion and feeling my body preparing itself for so much more.
    He wrenched his mouth from mine.
    “Jane, put your tongue into my mouth. Do it to me, the same thing.”
    He sealed our lips together again.
    This was new for me. In the few kisses I’d had in my life, I’d only been a recipient. I felt awkward but stuck my tongue out, not really knowing what to do. Then it was all heat and suction in the hot cavern of his mouth as he took over, drinking me in, swirling his tongue around mine.
    He leaned back in the recliner, pulling me with him by his tight hold in my hair, keeping our mouths fused, until I was sprawled over his naked chest. My hands roamed restlessly over his pecs, pressing his firm skin, his tight nipples, feeling him, feeling… Oh god.
    I suddenly understood the real meaning of desire, and it was not romantic. It was raw and urgent. I needed this man like I needed my next breath.
    He ended it at last, of course, easing me back to my knees on the carpet but keeping his hand twisted in my hair. My disappointment must have shown because he laughed at my expression. He ran his thumb over my lips, through the saliva that was smeared around my mouth, streaking it over my cheek, down toward my jaw.
    “Very good, Jane.” His tone was approving. “No holding back, no resisting. You carry on like that and we’ll get on just fine.”
    He finally released me and I sank to the carpet, boneless. He stood up, stepping past me, and went to the sliding door, which he unlocked and opened.
    “It’s late, Jane.”
    I looked at my watch. God, I must have been kissing him for almost an hour. He raised a sardonic brow at my shock.
    “Time flies when you’re having fun. But now you must choose. If you stay I’m going to fuck you now. Otherwise go home, lock your door and go to bed.”
    My gaze slammed into his and I realized with a shock that under his calm exterior he was all animal, blazing with lust, with a primal urge to take me and possess me. The bulge straining against his jeans looked threatening.
    My instinct for self-preservation, seduced and subdued though it was, stuttered back to life at the sight of the predator in his eyes and I scrambled to my feet. I was not ready to deal with him on that level yet—he would crush me, chew me up and spit out my heart.
    With a wordless shake of my head I fled past him and tore down the garden, imagining his footsteps behind me. My shirt ripped as I levered myself through the gap in the fence. Seconds later I was back in my house where I spun around and locked my kitchen door, sliding the extra bolt home too. Relieved that I’d turned off all the lights before leaving, I sank to the floor, my back leaning against the door. I fought to stop my gasping breaths and the trembling in my limbs.
    What the hell just happened? Why did I think he was chasing me?
    Ten minutes later I heard the soft sound of footsteps outside the back door. They paused, and very deliberately the door handle was rotated