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hip. His fingers brushed against the lace top of a stocking and he was lost. Just the thought of her in her underwear before him, like a gift ready for him to unwrap and taste, nearly unmanned him then and there.
    There was no way he was taking her in a limo. That was just too sordid for words. An act worthy of Double-D and his never-ending quest to be the most laid player on the team. A shiver rolled through his body as he stilled his hand, fingertips brushing back and forward over the lace as he made love to her mouth. Thrusting his tongue past her lips to stroke and slide along hers. Claiming her essence and branding her with his.
    She moaned, the soft, sexy little sound lost under his lips, her small hands clinging to him as she tried to get closer. Her body pressed against his, writhing and moving against him in a sensual dance that send his blood pressure rocketing. Her moan was one of surrender as she kissed him back. Silently giving herself up to him, to this, to whatever he wanted.
    Triumph surged through him. Need, want, and desire hard on its heels as he pulled her upright, easily lifting her to settle her in his lap, her knees on either side of his hips. They both groaned as he pressed her down, grinding her groin against the rigid length of his cock constrained by his dress trousers.
    Hands rough, he cupped her nape to hold her still and blazed a trail of kisses over the silky skin of her shoulder. He’d never been more grateful for tinted windows and the privacy a limo afforded as his other hand cupped her breast, the generous mound easily contained. Moans slipped from her lips to fill the small compartment as she arched her back, offering more of herself to him. Her hips moved, grinding the heat of her pussy against his cock.
    He stopped, leaning his forehead against her shoulder as he fought for control again. All that separated him from being where they both wanted him to be were the thin layers of their clothing. All he had to do was unzip his trousers, push her underwear aside and…
    She shifted, putting his thoughts into action as she reached down between them to fumble with his zipper. For a split second he was tempted. If she initiated it, it wasn’t so bad, right? With a sigh, he put his hand over hers, stopping her.
    “No sweetheart, not in here,” he whispered against her lips before he kissed her again. When he pulled away, the quickly covered pain and rejection lanced him to the core. Fuck. He hadn’t meant to upset her.
    “I want to. God, do I want to.” He leaned his forehead against hers, his words soft. “But I want more than a one-night stand, and I want our first time to be special and in a bed.”
    “You’re a closet romantic, did anyone ever tell you that?” She laughed in response, the sound shaky but pleased as she twisted her hand, lacing her fingers with his and lifting to press a soft kiss to his scarred knuckles. She looked up and the expression in her eyes, sultry and hot, had the air punching out of his lungs. “Okay, I won’t corrupt you in the limo. But as soon as we get home, you’re mine.”
    The rest of the ride passed in comfortable silence. With his girl tucked in happily beside him, her head on his shoulder and his arm around her protectively, Gray felt on top of the world.
    “We’re here,” he said softly, as the vehicle pulled to a stop outside an apartment building. She lifted her head, stifling a yawn as he helped her climb from the limo. A fond smile curved his lips as she leaned into him while he thanked Fred, then they made their way inside.
    The building was modern, with sleek, clean lines and a muted, classy color scheme in the public places. Her apartment was two floors up, one of the smaller units in the corner. She deserved the penthouse, he decided, remembering that she’d always loved the garden. In the city a garden was out, but a penthouse with a large balcony could accommodate plants and flowers. His did.
    Not that he had a clue what half of