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her to recklessness,
the added risk that at any moment they could be discovered only
heightened every sensation.
    His eyes trailed
fire down her body as he followed her hands.
    She lifted the hem,
rotating her hips against the wall drawing the material up until she
could reach her clit. Pushing the skimpy bit of thong aside, she slid
her fingers into the wet, welcoming heat of her body.
    “Do you want
to know what I fantasize about, Shane?”
    His nostrils flared.
“Tell me, Cat, I’m dying to know,” he rasped. He
watched her hand, his eyes darting up every few seconds to her face,
as if he could see her sensations in her expression, and participate
in everything she felt.
    His reactions were
there in his eyes, exposed, jagged and raw. His desire for her was so
intent and thrilling, her skin tingled in response.
    “I think about
how it would be to have your cock deep inside me,” she said.
    As he stared at her,
his eye color turned to dark chocolate; his gaze on her flesh burned
her skin.
    Her voice came out
hushed and breathless. “I imagine you behind me, your hands
sliding over my belly, then cradling my breasts in your hard, hot
hands, caressing their softness. I imagine your lips against my
throat, your breath warm against my skin, the rasp of your stubble as
you kiss my neck and shoulder.
    Shane made a growl
of appreciative pleasure deep in his throat.
    “I can almost
feel the heat and sucking wetness of your mouth as you kiss and lick
me, your tongue swirling and tasting. You look so dangerous and
untamed. I know you’ll be rough and I want that. I wonder what
kinds of things you could do with that beautiful, clever mouth.”
    She stroked herself,
following the path that Shane’s hands would travel if they were
on her body. His hands clenched into fists, as if he fought his own
overwhelming desire. “You would use those big hands to part my
slick pussy,” she gasped, moaning, “while you tease the
stiff, engorged bud of my clit with your tongue.”
    The words coming out
of her mouth shocked her. But the animal in her was responding to the
monster in him.
    The hot need in his
eyes was almost unbearably compelling. Seeing his arousal made need
pulse in her body, heavy and hot.
    She was overcome by
the restless ache between her thighs. With fierce, moaning
impatience, she pressed back against the wall, eagerly sliding her
sensitized skin against the silky dress.
    Her legs fell open
and her fingers slid eagerly over the dampness between her legs. She
imagined him lifting her against the hard wall, could feel the heat,
the press of his hard, powerful body. Then glorious contact as he
thrust into her with one frenzied stroke, and then staggering
pleasure as he pumped his muscled hips against her. She would wrap
her arms around him for balance, as an anchor, clutching him tight
while he thrust deeper and harder, and his powerful arms supporting
her, his eyes gazing into hers, seeing her soul revealed,
luminescent, fully his.
    That pushed her over
the top. She arched against the wall with a sharp cry and came. Her
body shaking with a continuous, shuddering surge of carnal
gratification, more forceful than any orgasm she had ever
experienced.
    When she opened her
eyes, Shane was no longer on his feet. He was kneeling on the tiles,
panting; sweat trickled down his temples, over his dark stubble, down
his throat.
    She’d
brought him to his knees. It drove her wild, tearing down her image of herself, releasing
something deeper and fiercer, something heightened and exalted and
savagely feminine.
    He looked up at her,
his eyes burning, paying homage to her in her wickedness. Softly, his
voice ringing with power, he said, “Come here.”
    His fingers found
her hot and wet and he moaned, “Beautiful.”
    When he parted her,
she couldn’t control her hips. They thrust forward wantonly in
uninhibited pleasure, the aftershocks of her orgasm making her more
sensitized. “Shane,” she begged, “please.”
But he