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Rolling her eyes from one side to the other, she was about to carry on with preparing the meal when he came toward her. He kept on coming until his body was against hers, and from the protrusion in his jeans now digging into her, she assumed something else was about to be on the menu.
    Relaxing, she stretched out her arms and brought them around to the back of his neck. “Does somebody want to say hello?” she asked.
    One of his hands came up between them. He grabbed the front of her neck, spun them around and forced her back against the tall kitchen cupboard next to the door.
    “I told you to shut the fuck up, plaything,” he grumbled.
    For one second, they remained immobile. His lips came closer, and just when she thought he was going to kiss her, he bypassed her mouth to push her head aside with his to suck the tender flesh on her neck beneath her jaw.
    Zara let him take from her what he needed because she had complete faith that he would desist if she told him to. Except she loved this. Running her hands down his back, she dragged her nails up and kept on going until they were embedded in his hair, in his scalp. Scratching back and forth, she relished his hiss of gratification. Being with him, when he was physical with her, it reminded her of how close they’d once been. He could leave this house and get what he wanted from almost any woman. But he chose to indulge himself in her and she would not discourage that anytime soon.
    The grate of him dragging his zip down razed the air, crackling in the space between them. He crouched and drummed his fingers against her flesh to take the hem of her dress in his grip. Keeping his eyes on hers, he raised her skirt and let it gather at his wrists.
    Beneath the fabric, his hands sank around her butt and hoisted her off her feet. On reflex, she grabbed his shoulders and found her stability by securing her legs around his hips. Hooking her underwear out of the way, Brodie plunged into her without warning. He went all the way, deep inside. At the same time, as if he’d known it would come, he covered her mouth to conceal the gasp that answered his penetration.
    Out he slid, then he drove back into her. This man’s covert skills knew no bounds. He stood here in the kitchen, pinning her to the cupboard, with his dick buried to the hilt within her trembling passage, and he didn’t even blink. He kept on moving in her, teasing the flesh of her ass with his fingers and the skin on her neck with his mouth.
    All of their woes and heartache were forgotten when she came all over his dick. Her mouth was still covered by his hand, but when she climaxed he stopped moving in her and the wicked tilt at the corner of his lips told her he had felt the explosion in her loins.
    When he slid back, her nails dug into his shoulders through his shirt. Loosening the clamp of his hand from her mouth, Zara nabbed his middle finger with her teeth. The growl in his eyes betrayed that his tolerance was at a tipping point. Most of the time they were together, he tried to prolong the experience for both of them, but he could only go so far before she would topple him into his own release.
    Dragging out, he slammed into her, and he was already back out and in before she caught her breath. The fire in his dark eyes soaked her, giving him easy undulating access inside her, she grew slicker with every thrust.
    She tasted blood when her teeth clamped in sync with her inner muscles, which were desperate for the scream that joined the sparkles of heat that exploded in her womb. Forcing himself deeper, Brodie’s palm slapped the wall and his curse stuck in his throat.
    Tremors still racked her when he stayed in place corking his seed within her. His hand slid away from her mouth, but she took it in hers and kissed the wound she’d caused, hoping apology conveyed in her eyes.
    When he slid out of her, she gasped at the remaining frisson of pleasure he delivered. His knuckle grazed her clit when he dragged her