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just as quickly, she was back,
fingers digging into his thighs as she bobbed her head up and down.
Driving him to heaven, or hell, and back again.
    One hand moved
without conscious thought, driving into her hair to hold her in
place. All the muscles in his arm tensed until they screamed to
avoid taking control of her head and making her move faster. He
couldn’t help the tiny thrust of his hips, looking down to watch
her lips around him as she sucked him off.
    Fire raced out
from his spine to encircle his balls, pulling them up tight as his
cock pulsed in her mouth. He fought back the rising tide within
him. The way he felt, if he came, he’d damn well choke her. Lord
help him, she only had to touch him, and he was ready to go.
    “Come here,” he
murmured and pulled her to her feet. She released his cock with a
pop, managing one last soul-stealing lick over the tip as she
stood. Before she’d reached her feet, he moved.
    Turning, he
pressed her back against the wall and pinned her in place with his
body. Water splattered over them, hitting his shoulders first, then
streaming down between them. A shudder hit him at the feel of her
wet skin and curves. He wanted her in the worst possible way. If
she knew the stuff that was going through his head, she’d run, and
he wouldn’t blame her. Hell, he’d tell her to run faster.
    Not that she
could outrun him. For an instant, the thought of chasing her,
running her down, and capturing her caveman-style flashed through
his head. He almost went up in flames. Primal possessiveness and
need wrapped him in its insistent grip.
    He had to have
her. Had to sink into her wet heat again, fuck her in long, slow
strokes until she came gasping and shuddering around him. He wanted
to hear his name on her lips again, cried out in passion.
    Hands rough in
his need, he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist. She
locked her ankles together behind his hips to hold herself in
place. Her breathing caught, a tiny catch of need as he readjusted
himself, fitting the broad head of his cock against her.
    “God yeah,
please. Oh—“
    Her soft moan
whispered against his throat, an extra caress as he thrust in. He
paused, head bent over her shoulder as sensation and emotion welled
up and threatened to choke him.
    He’d come home.
And he never wanted to leave.
    *
    Yup, he was
just as big as she’d thought last night. Fern wrapped herself
around Tom, and revelled in his strength as he held her around the
waist with one arm, the other braced against the wall.
    She moaned,
ragged sounds of pleasure escaping her as he moved. Pulling almost
out of her to drive back in again with a power and precision that
stole her breath and her sanity. He’d taken her several times last
night, all different positions and varying tempos, from slow and
seductive right through to fast and furious. None of that prepared
her for now. None of it
could
have.
    His movements
were hard with the tension, the sheer need, she could feel
tightening his entire body. As though she’d surprised him, and he
hadn’t had time to get the mask in place again. As though he rode
the edge of his control and couldn’t pull back. He had to touch
her, take what he needed. Wanted.
    There was no
gentleness. He didn’t hurt her, but he wasn’t soft either. Not like
he had been last night. No, now he was totally alpha male, taking
and demanding her response in return as he fucked her, pure and
simple. The change thrilled her, made her cling to him. Her man.
She cried out, relaxing in his embrace to offer him everything she
had. Everything of herself.
    He growled in
response, and his grip tightened. The primitive sound thrilled her.
He thrust into her, pinning her with ease between his solid body
and the tiles. His gaze was hard, boring into hers, holding her
captive as much with his gaze as with his body.
    He was claiming
her. Somewhere deep in her heart, the part that was all about base
instincts and emotions, she knew that. With every