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He flattened his palm between her breasts and dragged it down over her belly, lower, over the curls at her center. He cupped her sex, and she bit her lip. He was so proprietary. So confident. So gentle. He was everything she needed in a lover. Everything she admired.

But she urged his hand away.

His head shot up. “You do not like this? I could have sworn you did.”

“I do. I do.” She cupped his cheek. “But I wantthisright now.” She slipped her hand between their bodies.

And pressed her palm against the bulge straining the buttons of his fall.

He cursed, then groaned. His shaft throbbed.

“I want this inside me, Richard. I want to know what it feels like.”

“Have you imagined it?”

She closed her eyes, nodded. “Please.”

“Not yet. I want to watch you shatter one more time.”

“Another time.Thisnow.” She squeezed.

He cursed and moved so quickly her eyes leapt open. He was on his knees, his hands at her waist. He flipped her, swatted her bottom, the slap of skin against skin an echo that tingled throughout her entire body. She yelped, and he pressed down on top of her, his chest against her back, his trouser-chained erection nudging against her bottom. His lips were warm against her ear, whispering, “Will you fight me even here? Even now?”

“It appears so.” Difficult to speak while breathless. Her skin still sparked where he’d swatted her. She bit her lip, trying to keep back the request, but in the end, it escaped, sounding more like a plea. “Do it again.”

“Do what?”

She reached around behind her, found his hand, placed it on the curve of her bottom where he’d swatted her.

“Ah.” His chuckle shot straight between her legs. Then so did the smack of his hand against the side of her bottom. “Like that?”

No words. She might melt. She had melted.

“What about this?” The heat of his body disappeared for a moment, and then she felt the perfect softness of his lips, the slight stubble of his chin on one globe of her backside. A kiss. Then a bite, sharp yet gentle and stealing her ability to breathe.

Her body became an ocean wave, rolling toward that explosive place only he could take her. She used the power to flip back around and roll her hips against him, to pull him up for a crashing kiss.

“Do it. Please.” Begging now, certainly. Pride thrown to the wind. All that mattered was him inside her now.

“I want it,” he said against her lips. “But I want you wild and begging first.”

“Is this revenge?”

“Maybe. You’ll love it.”

She kissed him hard, destroying his promise, raking her hands down the ridges of his abdomen.

“Vixen.”

“Donkey.”

He laughed. “Donkey?”

His laughter left her floating, a wave of happiness snapping tears into her eyes. “A like-minded animal for you.”

“I see.” His chuckle this time was softer as he nuzzled his nose into her neck just behind her ear. “You and I cannot woo peaceably.”

“What fun would that be? You like the fight. Admit it.” She snuck her hand around the back of his neck, and she squeezed, scoring fingernails into his skin.