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because Lauren was winding tight; soft, pleading noises were trapped by her teeth clamped on her lower lip.
    He spread her slick, silky folds, exposing her clit and stroking his fingertip over the swollen nub. She tried to spread her legs, that primitive female response awakening base impulses of his own. He tightened his legs around hers, using his body to control hers, her movements, her pleasure. Somehow both tight and soft, she let out a pleading little gasp, then began to quiver as he thrust in time to his strokes along the side of her clit, his cock clasped between her thighs as he rode her, and the edge. Her nipples strained against the silk. She pressed her thighs together, muscles in her bottom and stomach tensing and releasing as she squirmed and shifted.
    “Ty, please!”
    “No.” He could be just as blunt as she was. Her head tippedback, came to rest on his shoulder, baring the flushed length of her throat. “Gotta make you hot and wet,” he said, his attention focused on his tanned hand, fingers dipping into her creamy folds. “After you come, I’m going to fuck you hard.”
    Lauren Kincaid must have one hell of a visual imagination to go with that analytical mind, because she came. Her eyes dropped closed, shudders wracked through her body, reverberating into his, and fuck, when he made that happen when he was inside her, it was going to rock his world hard, maybe as hard as he’d just rocked hers. Only when she went limp did he let go of the wrist he’d pinned to the door.
    He waited a beat to make sure her knees and the door would hold her, then stepped back. Two seconds to turn the AC up full blast and grab a condom, then he took up position behind her and smoothed on latex. The promise of oblivion tormented him, just beyond his reach. He stepped back into her, this time tapping her ankle to spread her legs apart and nudge into those soft, swollen folds. He had both hands on her hips, forward momentum powering him inside, when she went up on tiptoe against the door and gasped, “Wait!
Wait!
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Chapter Three
    Lauren didn’t think he’d wait. She really didn’t. Every muscle in his body was taut against her, fingers tight on her hips, ridged torso braced against her back so she had nowhere else to go, the door flat and warm against her breasts and cheek. She tried to soften, relax into the sharp sting that threatened pain.
    He stopped.
    A shudder ran through his body, but he stopped, the thick head of his cock wedged just inside her. A moment passed, giving her time to register the teeth of his zipper against her ass, his lightweight khaki pants against her inner thighs, the way her leg muscles trembled from exertion. She ran thirty miles a week, and he’d reduced her legs to noodles.
    A groan snared in his throat, but he stepped back, putting space between them. Lauren sank down to flat feet and turned to face him, her dress slithering down her thighs as she did.
    “It hurt,” she started.
    “Yeah, I got that.” He considered her for a minute, his faceexpressionless. He stepped close, and her heart kicked hard against her breastbone. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he stared at her, hands on his hips, thick shaft jutting from his opened pants. “Take that off,” he said, lifting his chin at her dress.
    The room seemed to shimmer a little as she hesitated. He stepped forward, took her chin between his thumb and forefinger to peer into her eyes. His gaze swept over her swollen mouth, the flush still standing high on her cheeks, heating her throat.
    Without looking away from her eyes, he slid one rough fingertip under the thin silk strap and popped it free from the bodice. The fabric slithered down, lace rasping over a nipple desperate for any stimulation at all. “Unless you want to drive home naked, take it off.”
    She went still, drowning in the primitive electricity crackling in the room. His whole demeanor was utterly arrogant Southern male, but behind his dark eyes flashed something