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once I’m in there, I’m going to be there
for a long time.”
    She looked at him, stunned silent with
shock. His face was set into grim lines, making him look like a
stranger. A stranger who would force himself inside her without
another thought. A stranger who would hurt her.
    But she knew that couldn’t be right. Ty
wouldn’t force her no matter what he said. Would he?
    Uncertainty and fear flashed through her,
and for once it didn’t turn her on. But then she saw the way he was
studying her. Saw the way he held his groin carefully away from her
instead of grinding it against her to emphasize his dominance and
control.
    He was doing it deliberately, she realized.
Acting the he-man to turn her on. To force her to understand he
would give her everything and anything she needed so she’d accept
the pleasure he could give her. He was playing a sex game because
it was what he thought she wanted. And sure enough, he was
right.
    The question was, was she going to go with
it, or was she going to back off?
    As if reading her mind, his features
softened, and he was once again the Ty she knew. “This is it,
Claire. This is your chance to be both good girl and bad, and know
that I want both of them equally. So what’s it going to be?”
    She wanted to take a leap of faith. To
believe that he saw everything she was and wasn’t turned off by it.
Her gaze lowered, and she saw the heavy swell of him beneath his
pants. No, he wasn’t turned off.
    “What was it you said at the end there?” she
said, voice trembling.
    He narrowed his eyes. “I said you’re going
to take very inch of me and love it. Now, answer me. You going to
take what I have to give you?”
    She gathered her courage. Licked her lips.
Then said the words that were fighting to escape her lips and had
been ever since she’d first met him.
    With a sigh, she gave in. She raised her
chin and, not looking away from him, said, “Make me.”
    ***
     
    Ty took Claire’s words for exactly what they
were — both a surrender and a challenge. Briefly, he closed his
eyes, thankful that the risk he’d taken had worked. The last thing
he’d wanted was to truly scare her, but he’d been frantic when
she’d retreated again. He’d known that if she didn’t face him and
her own desires now, when the situation was weird enough to throw
her off and allow her to excuse her behavior, she might never do
so. For that reason, he’d been willing to push her.
    Her response proved she was the strong woman
he knew her to be, and he wasn’t about to let her change her mind
again by dawdling.
    Growling low in his throat, he swept her up
in his arms, and said, “I’ll make you scream with pleasure. That I
promise you.”
    She sucked in a breath and looked ready to
swoon. Imagining her as a helpless maiden and him as a plundering
pirate nearly made him smile, but smiling was beyond him at the
moment. He was caught in the web of his desire for her, and he had
no intention of trying to escape. He was exactly where he wanted to
be and so was she.
    Thank God.
    Instead of taking her to the bed, he took
her to the lone, straight-backed chair in the corner of the room.
Swiftly, he lowered himself into the seat, then arranged her legs
so she was straddling him with her breasts brushing against his
chest. Dipping his head, he caught her mouth with his and kissed
her as if he was starving, she was the last piece of sustenance
left on earth, and someone was threatening to snatch her away at
any moment. It took awhile, but eventually he began to calm. He
registered the way her tongue and lips responded without a hint of
reluctance, and the way she was grinding her core against the
painfully hard swell of his cock. He also heard the way she chanted
his name in a litany of need, and he was certain she didn’t even
realize what she was saying.
    “Ty. Ty. I want you so much. Take me,
please. Make me yours. Fuck me.”
    God, she was driving him crazy. Frantically,
he struggled to pull her pants