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kissed the nest of hair that covered her mons before sliding her
soaked panties back into place. “Come home with me.” Not a request. But not exactly a command. His expression betrayed his naked need.
    Naked as hers still was.
    Her throat closed. This powerful, but needy, man was her quarry, and
she’d betray him tonight.
    *
* * * *
    Max’s foot was heavy on the gas pedal as he sped toward his house. His
body was so hard he hurt. His engorged cock felt strangled inside his jeans.
    He couldn’t get the picture of her unraveling out of his head. Her body
had been his for the taking. Open, trembling, then convulsing around his
fingers. The sound of her loud wail had filled him with triumph and still rang
in his ears. The taste of her arousal remained in his mouth, and he savored it.
Her spicy flavor drove an urgency so strong and insistent inside him, he fought
the need to pull his truck to the side of the road. But there wasn’t room in
the cab to fuck her hard and long, the way he had to—or die.
    She’d been silent ever since they’d left the bar and that worried him.
He’d waited impatiently for her to retrieve her purse from beneath the front
seat of her car, and then hurried her to his truck. If she changed her mind, he
feared he wouldn’t have enough control to stop.
    Perhaps he shouldn’t have waited. But as hard and horny as he was, he
knew a quick fuck against the bathroom stall wouldn’t have been enough to slake
his need.
    Something about this woman told him getting her out of his system would
not be quick. He wanted— no, needed —to hammer at her pussy for a good
long while. He just hoped that when he had her underneath him, he didn’t scare
the shit out of her.
    Pulling into the driveway, he hit the garage door opener. The seconds
it took for the door to rise and close them inside were interminable. He was
out of the truck and pulling open her door before she’d finished fumbling to
release her seatbelt.
    He held out his hand.
    Her face was pale, her mouth a tight line.
    He didn’t give her time to refuse. He clasped her hand and pulled her
from the seat and into his arms. His kiss wasn’t gentle or tempting—his mouth
ate hers, and he swept his tongue, still flavored with her release, into her
mouth.
    Pia groaned, her hands clutching his shoulders, while her body pressed
so hard against his, he thought she might try to crawl inside his skin.
    His hands reached for her soft bottom and he squeezed, bringing her
hips flush with his arousal. He slipped his hands beneath her skirt to grip her
warm, naked flesh and ground his cock between her thighs while he massaged her
ass.
    The small whimpering sounds she made in the back of her throat drove
him crazy—if he waited any longer to take her he might not keep control.
    The flimsy fabric of her panties gave beneath his tug, and he growled
with satisfaction when he heard them tear. He dropped them to the ground and
then encouraged her to raise her legs, one at a time, to hug his waist. Max
pumped his cock against her exposed flesh, drinking her sighs. As moisture
seeped from her to soak the front of his trousers, he trembled with the need to
be inside her.
    He dragged away his mouth, his gaze boring into hers, and walked
through the door into his kitchen and down the hallway to his bedroom, not
bothering with lights.
    When he reached the bed, he climbed onto it, never letting her go,
until she was beneath him, his arms cradling her. “Tell me now, if you want me
to stop,” he said, straining to get the words past his lips. All he wanted was
to tear their clothes from their bodies and get her naked skin next to his—his
cock crammed inside her cunt as far as he could reach. “Spell it out for me,
baby. I can’t make a mistake. Don’t want to hurt you.”
    “I don’t want you to stop,” she said, her voice tight.
    He rose on his arms. Light from a streetlamp outside filtered through
the blinds, painting her face and body with pale gray stripes.