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He was standing at attention and then some.
    “At ease, soldier. We’ve got all night.” She chuckled, a throaty, seductive sound that nearly made him lose it there and then. She’d said something about a phone sex voice earlier, and hell was she right. That dirty laugh did things to his cock that were probably illegal in several states.
    One of his hands shot down to her ass, cupping it and pulling her into him hard. The sensation of her body rubbing against his, even through fabric, had his knees on the verge of buckling. His breathing ragged against her collarbone, he sucked gently at the base of her neck, and then worked his way back up her tender throat in soft kisses again.
    He finished with her delicious lips again. Definitely need to thank Angelina for loaning these out. Dark eyes caught his, and for a moment, he paused. It was like her gaze burned right through him. Like she could see him for the man he really was, behind all the bluff and bluster, and identified with his soul briefly. Uncomfortable with thoughts like that, he lifted her thigh higher over his hip and ground his hips into her.
    They both gasped at the contact, their gazes locked. A shudder worked its way down Michael’s spine. Seeing her reaction to what he was doing to her, seeing everything reflected on her face, was probably the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced.
    She was so open, all her thoughts and feelings reflected on her expressive face. Not for the first time that evening Michael wanted to see her face flushed with arousal, or better yet, wanted to see her heavy-eyed and tousled like a woman who’d been thoroughly loved and satisfied. By him.
    He hooked his left hand around the back of her neck and pulled her toward him. Hell-bent on getting as much of those plush full lips as he possibly could, he teased at her lower lip with a soft sweep of his tongue in a beckoning manner. A man of the house demanding to be let in to his domain. She whimpered softly and opened up slowly, as though still trying her best to tease him.
    His right hand trailed down her body, past her collarbone to cup her breast for a moment before continuing on its travels. Lower still, it snaked around to her ass and pulled her against him hard. Harder than before, but Michael was well past playing now. His rock-hard cock rubbed painfully against his jeans. The only respite was knowing what he was pressing into as she sat, legs spread around him.
    Needing to touch her, he trailed his hand up under her silky top, skirting around her narrow waist until he reached the gentle curve of her stomach. Her skin felt like silk against his combat-roughened hand. His hand drifted down to dip between her thighs.
    She whimpered and shifted her hips, opening her legs a little wider. Fire raced through his veins at her sensual surrender, and he fought the urge to strip her clothing from her here and now. His fingers stroked over her, seeking and finding her clit through her soft pants and panties.
    “Feel good?” His voice was the merest whisper against her lips, not loud enough to carry. Like they were in a sensual world that contained only the two of them. Right at the moment, he could subscribe to that notion. Forget the world, forget the base, forget who he was and just feel… He wanted…no, needed to feel more. Touching her through the fabric wasn’t enough. He needed to feel her, feel everything.
    Using his body to shield what they were up to from view, he teased her with his index finger. He liked the idea of being discreet for her, like he was protecting her from something. A sense of ownership and possession filled him. She belonged to him, for the moment at least. His for the taking.
    Up and down, in soft circles he explored her through her pants. He alternated his hand with pressing his hips against her, grinding his hardened cock against her pussy, trying to ease the throbbing tension there. His balls ached. He longed to be inside her.
    Right now though, all