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his jeans.
Heat flared instantly, spreading from her pussy through the rest of her body as her hands gripped his
shoulders and she arched closer. She couldn't imagine never knowing this again, never being held by him,
loved by him.
Twisting in his grip, she fought him for the kiss, as desperately hungry for him as he seemed to be for her.
His hands clenched the flesh of her rear, pulling at the curves until an erotic, sharp little tingle pierced the
small entrance of her anus at the separation of the flesh.
"Feel it, Raven. Feel how sweet and hot it is. That doesn't just go away, baby; it haunts and eats at the
soul and makes you so fucking hungry for it, you think you'll go crazy without it. That's how I've been.
That's what tears at me every minute we're apart. Needing this. Your taste, your touch."
She stared up at him, knowing she couldn't refute his words. The memory of those brief, heated kisses in
the past, his arms surrounding her, had tormented her. She needed him, needed him until it terrified her,
but it made her aware of the weakness of her heart and the battle she was losing to hold it aloof.
Then the world spun around her as he lifted her in his arms, ignoring her instinctive protest as he strode
across the room and quickly upstairs.
"Reno& you're taking over again," she gasped as he stepped into her bedroom, lowering her feet to the
floor before pulling her back against him once again.
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"I'm not taking you fast enough." He growled, bending his head as he tilted hers back, catching her lips in
a kiss that stole her objections, just as it stole her breath.
He chuckled, the sound rough and strained as she worked her hands between them, moving for the
buttons that held his cock prisoner. She wasn't going to stand there, allowing him to control her, to
dominate her so easily. She couldn't deny the pleasure, but she could make him just as crazy as he was
making her.
"No, no. Bad girl." His hands caught hers as he turned her around quickly, pulling her back against his
chest as one hard arm locked around her waist. "Look in the mirror. Look how pretty you are, Raven."
She blinked at the image in the large mirror that sat atop the chest. Reno's hand moved along her
shoulder, lowering the strap of her dress down her arm until the draped bodice fell away from the swollen
curve of her breast.
The red lace of her bra showed up clearly against her pale skin, the picture reflected back at her was
one of a forbidden taste of sensual excitement. He stood head and shoulders above her, staring down at
her as he stripped the dress from her upper body, his lips moving over her neck and shoulder as the
material dropped to the floor.
Raven stared into the mirror, seeing him as he surrounded her, a broad, powerful male animal intent on
possession. His gaze met hers in the mirror, his gray eyes nearly black, his expression tight, the skin
stretched tight across his high cheekbones, the fight for control blatantly evident.
She felt the breath lock in her chest at the image he presented. Boldly, unapologetically male.
Possessive. Dominant. He held her and meant it.
"Such a pretty little bad girl," he whispered then. "Do you know what happens to bad girls, Raven? Bad
little girls who refuse to admit what they see staring them in the face?"
She almost came from the sound of his voice alone. She felt her womb convulse, stealing her breath and
her senses as his hands smoothed up her waist and cupped her engorged breasts in a firm, heated grip.
Devilish thumbs rasped over the peaks, sending flares of brilliant heat washing through her.
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The sight of those broad, darkly tanned hands cupping the swollen mounds of her breasts was highly
erotic. He was so strong, yet his grip was firm, gentle. There was no pain, no sense of force, just pleasure
and hunger and need that spread from those hands to her body and left her trembling in arousal.
"You really are a pervert." Unfortunately, it was turning her on more than it should.
"Oh baby, you have no idea," he whispered, his eyes, so filled with emotion and lust, meeting hers in the
mirror as he loosened the catch of her bra. "But I intend to show you. I'm about to let you get very well
acquainted with every perverted fantasy I've ever had about you."
The bra dropped to the floor.
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