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new direction, molding his mouth over hers, teasing, nibbling, licking. She shuddered as his tongue dipped in. She met it with her own, and then, unable to resist, gently sucked.
    He reared back and stared at her. His eyes were rimmed with red, burned with desire. “God, Cassie,” he groaned, but didn’t finish the thought. As though he couldn’t resist, he kissed her again, but this time with a fiercer passion, one that made her muscles lock, her heart thud, her body melt.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck, stroked his hair, and then scored his scalp in a rake of need.
    His fingers roved over her back, up to her nape, down her flank. He squeezed her buttocks. The pressure sent shudders through her.
    And then, as he held her tight with one hand, the other slid to her breast. He held his breath, gauging her reaction perhaps, as he gently cupped her. When she didn’t resist, when she wriggled impatiently in his embrace, he swept a thumb over her nipple.
    Her body seized. Rivulets of pleasure washed through her, sending pings of absolute delight straight to her tingling clit. She couldn’t help it. She ground the aching nub against him.
    He growled.
    Like the Highlander he was, he growled.
    Then he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched. It was a gentle nip, a tiny tug but it nearly destroyed her. Her knees went weak, and her breath caught in her chest. Her pulse fluttered. “Oh, Dylan,” she gasped, digging her nails into his back. “Yes.”
    “You like that?” he said against her lips.
    “Yes.”
    “A little rough?”
    “Yes.” Anything. Anything he wanted. Anything he did. She liked it.
    His lips trailed over her cheek and nested in the crook of her neck. She tipped her head to the side to give him better access. The scrape of his teeth made her shiver.
    “You taste exquisite,” he murmured. “Like sweet flowers and sexy sin. I want to eat you up.” His lips continued their journey over her sensitive flesh, across her collarbone to the rise of her breasts. With a start, she realized he’d somehow unbuttoned her blouse and now his rough palm skated over the bare flesh of her abdomen.
    It felt so amazing, so wonderful, so warm.
    He lifted his head and met her gaze and held it as he found both breasts and massaged her nipples in tandem. She sucked in a breath and threw her head back as twin shards of exquisite sensation rocked her.
    When he took one, then the other in his mouth and sucked through the lace, she nearly collapsed. “Dylan…” It was all she could say. All she could manage. His name was the only thought rocketing around in her head.
    She was absolutely, completely and utterly beset with lust for this man. She wanted to rip his clothes off and feast on him.
    But when he leaned her against the table and dropped to his knees, she froze. Everything froze. Her muscles. Her brain. Her breath.
    Because he unsnapped her jeans and eased them over her hips, along with her panties. He didn’t pull them all the way down, didn’t bother. Didn’t need to.
    “God.” He stared at her exposed triangle. “Do you know how long I’ve dreamed about this?”
    She didn’t have time to contemplate his statement, didn’t have the capacity to manage such a complex thought, because he leaned closer, opened her with his thumbs, and tasted her.
    It was only a lick. A gentle, tentative swipe, but it was a caress over super-sensitized and greedy nerves, which screamed to his touch. Her womb clenched. Wetness gushed from her. “Ah!” A tiny tremor, the hint of orgasm, raced through her.
    “Oh, yes. You’re delicious,” he said, and pressed closer. His tongue danced over her clit, explored her folds, sending waves of sizzling need along every nerve. He tormented her, teased her, tantalized her in an endless barrage of pleasure.
    “Please,” she panted, raking his hair, holding him, guiding him, commanding him.
    His intensity mounted. His licks and nips became wilder, faster.