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Feral.
    Prickles of heat rose. A restless impatience snarled through her. She wanted more. Needed more.
    And ah! Ah! Yes. He toyed with the mouth of her pussy and slipped a finger inside. Two. She clenched around them, and he hissed out a breath. “You’re so hot. Wet. Sweet.”
    He eased out and thrust again, though the way was not clear. Her jeans were around her knees and she could open her legs only so wide. Frustration roiled through her, and she moved to kick off the obstruction. He forestalled her, shoving deep once more, hitting that spot, the bundle of weeping nerves deep inside.
    She garbled an incomprehensible plea and lifted her hips. More , she chanted in her head, hoping he could hear her desperate entreaty. More. More. More.
    As though she’d screamed the words aloud, as though he could read her mind, taste her need, he complied, touching her exactly where she needed him.
    The multiple stimulations overwhelmed her—the sense of fullness, the skitters of rapture as he nudged her G-spot, the velvet drag of his tongue on her clit. It was too much. Not nearly enough. Heaven and hell.
    And then, he sucked.
    She exploded. A glorious white light ascended, cradling her, transporting her, carrying her off to heaven. Sensation cascaded through her, swirling and storming and delighting her spirit like a full symphony at crescendo.
    Even after her crest, he lapped her, stroked her, soothed her, bringing her back to earth with an astounding gentleness and skill.
    And somehow, though he had satisfied her utterly, he left her wanting more.
     
    Dylan sat back on his haunches and stared up at the woman who had come, so magnificently, to his touch. Her face was enraptured, a mask of tranquility and bliss. She came the way she played the cello, with brilliant, swift and definitive passion.
    Her lashes, dewed with tears, fluttered open. Their gazes met, clung.
    Her tongue peeped out and dabbed at her lush lower lip and she whispered, “W-we’ve only just met,” in a tone clouded with confusion and a hint of wonder.
    “But I feel like I’ve known you forever.” He stroked her bare thigh, reveling in the way her skin shivered to his light touch.
    He ached to cover her, plant himself in her sweltering depths, to be inside her. But he sensed she needed time to process the intensity of this moment.
    So, as much as it killed him to do it, he eased her panties and her jeans back up and fastened them. Then he stood and methodically buttoned her blouse. When she was fully dressed, proper and prim once more, he pulled her into his arms and held her. Simply held her. Letting her warmth soak into him, her glorious scent infuse him. He loved the way she smelled. Reveled in the taste of her on his tongue.
    “You were incredible,” he murmured into her hair.
    “No, you were. But…”
    He pulled back and looked down at her. “What?”
    “But didn’t you want to…finish?”
    He chuckled. “More than you know. But I want this to be right. I don’t want to move too quickly.” He stroked her back, teased his fingers up her spine to her nape. “Am I being an idiot?”
    “Probably,” she said on a laugh. “But I like it.” She glanced at him through thick lashes. “Though I would like to…finish it.”
    “Stay. Stay and we can get to know each other a little better before we…”
    “Finish?”
    “Yeah.” Oh. He wanted to finish. More than anything. Even now his cock throbbed impatiently. But he feared if he took her now, he wouldn’t last long at all. And he didn’t want to embarrass himself.
    “I shouldn’t stay.”
    His heart dropped. Right down to his toes. The prospect of her walking out the door devastated him. He wasn’t sure why.
    “I mean, Lucy will be waiting for me to come back. I’ve already been gone too long.”
    “To hell with Lucy. Stay. For a while.” Inspiration dawned. “Besides…I have a confession to make.”
    She stilled. “Do you?”
    “Umm hmm.” He grabbed the crutches and led her