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the stair, and she fell with him, laughing.
He stood, holding out a hand to her and a moment later, they were
inside. His fingers explored her skin, sending shocks of sensation
snaking along her flesh. She fought the urge to jerk her panties to
her knees.
    She shouldn’t be doing this. Would he
understand, if he discovered who she was?
     Brie ripped his shirt open.
    Here she was, doing the very thing she’d
wanted to avoid.
    Buttons clacked to the tile and rolled across
the entryway.
    Giving herself to him without his knowing who
she really was. Did that count as a lie? None of it mattered
because she couldn’t stop her hands as they ran over his chest and
neck.
    He snarled and jerked her dress off her
shoulders, kissing and licking her collarbone and throat.
    She should be fighting the impulse to touch
him, but she couldn’t convince her fingers to stop. Their
relationship, if that’s what this was, hadn’t developed on truth or
lies. It hadn’t truly developed at all. Still, in spite of that,
she wanted nothing more than his skin on hers.
    The cold wall against her back didn’t
penetrate the heat radiating through her. His lips met hers, his
tongue finding its way into her mouth again. His touch seemed so
familiar and so right. Oh, to forget reality. To close her eyes and
sink into the pleasure of it. Of him.
    The need overwhelmed her, slithering along
her skin toward her most delicate places. He pushed up her skirt.
She shoved at her panties, lifting her legs to help them fall. She
pressed her nose to his neck. He smelled amazing. Like some
fantastic spice, cloves maybe. And cedar or pine.
    Incredible.
    Ian jerked her bra beneath her breasts and
his mouth caught one sensitive tip as his fingers slipped inside,
rubbing against her most sensitive spots. She moaned and pressed
her head back into the wall. God his skin was so hot against hers.
Electric arcs of passion snapped between them, running along her
skin, looking to find a way beneath it. This was all too fast. It
couldn’t be real.
    “Yes. Please. I need you,” Brie cried out and
dug her nails into his firm shoulders.
    He straightened, his lips exploring hers. She
slid her fingers down the hard muscles of his abdomen and to the
top of his jeans. She needed him inside her. God, now. She pumped
her hips in time with his thrusting fingers and all thoughts of
halting fled.
    “Thank God,” she said as he stuck a condom
wrapper between his teeth and ripped. “At least one of us was
prepared.”
    “Like a good boy scout,” he panted, “I’m
always prepared.”
    She giggled, but when he lifted her leg,
hooking her thigh across his, her smile faded. Something deep
inside her connected with him as his palms slipped behind her and
he brought her up, supporting her against the wall.
    Her sudden weightlessness shocked her. “Don’t
lift me. You’ll hurt yourself.”
    “I am hurting.” He pressed himself
into her opening and moaned.
    Brie clung to him, wanting all of him—more.
Hard flesh drove into her waiting body. Desire washed over her,
driving her mad with its power. Currents of passion flowed their
way along her skin as the sensations built deep inside her.
    First, a trickle.
    His teeth and tongue found all her secret
spots.
    Then a wave.
    She strained against the wall, her body
shaking.
    Finally a deluge.
    Ian thrust one last time and she moaned, her
insides exploding into forceful orgasm. She buried her face against
his neck, letting herself get lost in him. He pulsed deep inside
her, pressed to her quaking body, and shuddered.
    He kissed her, and she held tight to his
shoulders as the stinging in the base of her skull abated. His
breathing slowed, and he lowered her to her feet. She drew her
panties up her wobbly legs as he buttoned his jeans.
    Brie had never done this before. Not this
soon. The frantic urgency of the tryst had been unbelievably sexy,
but very out of character. And out of her control.
    Almost like a flip.
    “Well, I’ve never done