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to make him beg and pout without thought.
    She reached for the doorknob, but he gripped her wrist, pulling her arms over her head. Breathless and very eager, he took her mouth again. The kiss was deep and carnal, a tantalizing expression of his maddening need for her.
    “Gracie,” he whispered against her lips. “Oh God, Gracie.”
    “Take me inside,” she demanded.
    “No, I’ll have you right here.” He reached around her and lifted her off the ground, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. Again he pressed her to the door. Arching his hips, he drilled his jean-covered cock against her pussy. “Damn these clothes,” he growled, wishing more than anything that they were naked and already fucking like wild animals.
    His gaze clung to hers, and her blue eyes flickered with desire. “Are you really going to try to fuck me against this door?” She sounded amazed and exhilarated, but her expression wasn’t clear.
    His lips pulled back from his teeth as if he prepared to bite her. His lungs were unable to keep the air inside. He breathed so hard he couldn’t focus, dizzy with passion.
    All he wanted was to be buried deep inside her, hearing her cries of pleasure as he slid his cock in and out of her tight wetness. Then the world spun out of control as her greedy little hands trailed down his chest and stomach, unzipped his pants, and surrounded his cock. He groaned, and his hips instantly began pumping.
    His body went rigid from sheer pleasure. “Damn,” he said through clenched teeth.
    “Are you sure you don’t want to take me inside?” She squeezed his thickening cock harder, and he hissed, surprised by her assertiveness. “I’d prefer to have a little privacy.” She licked the seam of his lips. “I’m not really into show-and-tell.”
    Who the hell is this woman?
    He pressed his mouth to her neck, kissing the delicate flesh, nipping gently up to her ear. He whispered, “What if I can’t wait?”
    Giggling softly, she teased, “Having trouble finding control?”
    He sucked in a breath as she began stroking him from tip to balls. “Oh, fuck,” he said with a husky groan. “Damn, woman. Open the door or there won’t be one left standing when I get through with you.”
    She nipped his chin playfully while her hand still pumped up and down on his shaft. “As you wish.” She unfolded her legs from around his waist and settled back onto the floor.
    He heard the knob twist. The door slowly crept open, but it was way too slow for his liking. Suddenly overcome, he lifted her off her feet and shoved his way into the room. The door slammed against the wall. Without looking back, he kicked the door shut with his boot-covered foot and stalked toward the bed.
    “Wait,” she said fervently, pressing her hand firmly against his chest. “I don’t want to fuck on the bed.” Her wide eyes locked on his as if the idea of having sex there would terrify her. She shook her head. “It’s too traditional. If I’m going to do this, I want something so much better than traditional.”
    His eyes narrowed. The pounding of his pulse left him nearly deaf, and his mind became murky with desire. Shit , there were so many ways he wanted to have her, so many positions to enjoy.
    He plopped her ass on the dresser and pulled her hand out of his pants. Glaring at her with a heightened level of disapproval, he ground his teeth together and dug his knuckles into his hips. She was driving him crazy. Could he do anything right where she was concerned? She was confusing the ever-loving hell out of him. He wasn’t a fucking mind reader. What did she want from him?
    Holding her intense stare, the blue in her eyes darkened. “I tried to fuck you against the door, but you insisted on being inside. There’s nothing traditional about—”
    She bit his lip and then kissed him hard, caressing her fingers over the short stubble of his hair to keep him close. Damn , this woman was ravenous for his kiss. The way she tunneled past