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clothes. How could she not be? He‟d lain naked in his bed last night, gripped his cock and followed her direction to climax, leaving her vibrating, taking her to wonderful dreams.
    Okay, instead of being flighty Chloe, staying home to hug trees and balance her chakra flow, she could be raging hormone Chloe, staying home to fuck the daylights out of the most irresistible thing that had ever shown up on her doorstep.
    No, she couldn‟t. Because here it came, the pleasure turning to desperation, a simultaneous need to pull him closer and shove him away. She‟d never been a needy, clingy kind of girl. She wouldn‟t become that. She wouldn‟t do that to herself or Brendan.
    As if he knew, though, he‟d already eased up, lifted his head to give her a sexy half-smile. “I hadn‟t planned that, but after last night, I couldn‟t get this close and not taste you. Feel you.”
    “Okay,” she said.
    His smile became a grin. “Can I give you a ride to work? And a ride home tonight?” He drew her down the steps and to the Jeep, where he leaned back against it, bringing her close again.
    “I‟m a little out of your way.”
    She wasn‟t sure where he lived, but she was pretty sure that he lived in town. He‟d told her that during their conversations at the wedding, which had been light and easy as two butterflies playing and chasing one another over a moonlit meadow, occasionally stopping to sip nectar from flowers. Or, in their case, champagne.
    “You‟re as out of my way as a fork in the road, and just as intriguing.” He was still holding her close, but Chloe realized she was pressed against him as though she was using his ability to stand in lieu of her own. Every curve fitted into the shapes and planes of his body, so his chest was against her breasts, his groin against her belly, for he‟d shifted his legs apart to cradle her in between. Long thighs stretched out on either side of her, his hands gripped low on her hips.
    His aftershave was mixed with faint chlorine pool smell. When she slid her fingers through his hair, he tilted obligingly, eyes locked on her face. It was like passing her fingers through flowing water. She dropped her touch to his side, then his thigh, following it to his fingers at her hip. They flexed beneath her touch. His cock had gotten hard from her proximity, the increased pressure of it against her belly, but he didn‟t seem concerned about acting on that. He simply let her keep moving her hands over him. That increased pressure brought a sharp need of her own, though, one that had sharp teeth and the threat of darkness.

    “I want you to take me back inside and have sex with me,” she said abruptly.
    “Right now.”
    Holy God, where had that come from? She didn‟t know, but it was a plan of action, something to do other than this stillness, this standing by his car, in his arms, the world slowing down so that all the things racing by would stop as well. They would see her, and worse, they would make her see them.
    “Chloe.” A muscle flexed in his jaw as he released her waist, brought his other hand to cradle her face, drawing her eyes to his, but that wasn‟t what she wanted. Everything in her pooled between her legs, driving all of the focus there. She‟d earned him, earned the mindlessness. She didn‟t want a Tantric stillness or lazy, building pace that had to involve the mind, the spirit, the inner chi or whatever the fuck she‟d normally bring into it to make her think it was something extraordinary. She was against a visceral wall of muscle and testosterone, and her blood was pumping hot with the need to embrace it. A hard fuck, no gentle kisses, no hands on her. She‟d tie his hands to the rail of the bed, tie them tight so it would hurt a little. She‟d bite and tear, consume, devour and take, until there was nothing left.
    Stretching on her toes, she found his mouth, growling with pleasure as it opened for her. A clever tongue tangled with hers again and sent