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mouth.
    “Just tell me, Nikky . I know it’s on the tip of your tongue. Tell me what you need.”
    “I want you inside me, Ian,” she said huskily. “Fuck me, please?”
    Ian couldn’t help but grin. His elaborate lovemaking plans would have to wait. She wanted it hard and fast right now and he was more than willing to oblige. There was no doubt, seeing her again after all these years, that having her body right here for the taking was taking its toll on his libido.
    He wanted inside her as much as she wanted it.
    “Lift your arms,” he said, taking charge.
    Nikky complied, allowing him to pull the dress over her head. She had on tiny pink panties under the almost-backless dress. He devoured the sight of her naked, pear-shaped breasts.
    His heart skipped a beat. Her breasts were even more stunning than he had imagined, even more luscious, firm and tempting.
    Ian moved his hands to her hips now, just grazing the waistband of her panties, savoring, anticipating their removal.
    “Rip them,” she said with surprising ferocity. “Just fucking rip them off me.”
    “Where is my dainty cheerleader?” he teased.
    “You blew her away on the dance floor. Now you’ve got a wild thing on your hands.”
    Ian chuckled, running his hand over her satin-covered ass cheeks. “I wasn’t sure you’d come up here, you know.”
    “It was a battle,” she admitted. “Hell, I wasn’t even sure when I knocked on your door if I would stay. Then I saw you and, well…you know the rest.”
    “Indeed I do. So you’re absolutely sure about this, no doubts?”
    “You want me to beg?”
    “I like hearing you say it.”
    Her eyes bore holes into his. “All right then, Ian Hamilton. Take me, just like you’ve always wanted to in your fantasies.”
    Ian groaned softly. The material of her underwear was no match for hands that had scaled mountains, gripped for dear life on the edge of cliffs, sometimes holding, sometimes not. What was one little pair of angel’s panties in comparison? He ripped them off.
    Ian grinned wickedly, putting the ruined, fragrant silk to his nose. “You seem to be fantasizing a little yourself.”
    She blushed, though her smile was pure devil. “Yes, you impossible egotist, that’s all for you. I’m hot and wet and what are you going to do about it?”
    What indeed. He had imagined this moment for so long, all the ways he might proceed in leading her to ecstasy. Should he put her underneath him, take her from behind? Should he tease her madly and make her beg for sweet relief?
    “We have options,” he pointed out.
    “Ian, I don’t want anything fancy right now, just ravish me.”
    Ian growled softly as she pressed her full breasts against him, her nipples burning into his chest. Without another thought, he lifted her, cradling her in his arms.
    She reached up to put her arms around his neck, so happy and trusting that his heart swelled. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the comforter of the massive bed.
    “You really are a trip,” she giggled, noting the fresh rose petals layered over the comforter.
    “No laughing,” he chided. “It throws off my concentration for ravishing.”
    “If you need an instruction manual you’re in trouble.”
    “Keep it up, girl, and I will use a Bunsen burner on your butt.”
    Nikky squealed as Ian proceeded to jump on top of her, pinning her wrists overhead.
    Still laughing, she made a halfhearted effort to fight him off, wriggling underneath him, twisting her sweet, curvaceous body. Needless to say it only turned Ian on more as she rubbed against him, chest to chest, her pelvis enticingly pushing against his aching cock.
    “Wench,” he complained. “Are you determined to ruin my entire plan? I will be lucky to hold out ten seconds once I’m inside you.”
    Nikky squirmed further, grabbing for his cock. “Who said I want you to hold out?”
    Oh hell, when in Rome , he thought.
    Giving in to the inevitable, Ian sealed his lips to hers. Lifting