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caveman when she’d invited herself over to play.
    Too bad. She’d slipped right through his control, wound him tight as a bow. Now she had to face the consequences.
    To his shock, she didn’t back off at all, but gave as good as she got. Her mouth opened under his, her tongue swept through his mouth, exploring him as hungry little moans bubbled from the back of her throat.
    She leaned into him, crushing herself against his chest. He took off his suit jacket in jerky, impatient motions, resenting the way the heavy fabric kept him from really feeling her. His hand covered her breast through her dress, swallowing the plump curve in his broad palm. Alyssa moaned and sucked on his tongue. His cock strained against his fly, begging for the same treatment.
    He stood up and clamped his hands around her waist, lifting her easily and carrying her through the kitchen, down the hall to his bedroom. He deposited her on the bed and switched on the bedside lamp. His last lover had been a strictly lights-out girl, and Derek had never cared.
    But one look at Alyssa, blinking up at him with blurry green eyes, the hem of her dress flipped up to reveal the crotch ofcream silk panties, and he knew he had to watch every second.
    He stripped off his shirt in jerky motions, ripped by dueling desires to fuck her hard and fast and get this the hell over with before he completely lost his mind, and the need to linger over every square inch of her, discover every secret spot, see how many times he could make her come before he finally let himself go.
    She kicked off her shoes and rose into a seated position. She reached around to the back of her neck. With a flick of her fingers she undid the button holding up her dress. Red silk pooled at her waist as her gaze slid shyly from his.
    Derek felt like he’d taken a roundhouse kick to the chest. She was perfect—silky golden skin, small but luscious breasts tipped with dark pink nipples. Something twisted inside him, dark and aching and needy, yearning for this small woman perched on his bed.
    He had to get this over with, fast. If he was smart, he’d follow his initial instinct and cut this off now. But he’d left smart behind about thirty minutes ago when his cock had told his brain to offer her a ride home.
    Not fucking her was not an option. Not anymore. Not with her sitting on his bed with her buttery soft skin and nipples that begged to be sucked and tongued. But he could do it quickly, get her out of here, mitigate the damage. No soft words, no lingering explorations. Get her off fast, get himself off immediately after.
    Over and done with, and then he could put this whole crazy night and the irrational pull she had on him out of his mind.
    His hands went to his fly as he simultaneously toed off his shoes. He shoved his pants and boxers down in one move and stripped his socks off in fast, efficient movements. His cock was rock hard, bobbing and straining between his legs.
    Alyssa’s mouth curved in another soft “ooh,” and she let out a little gasp. He felt her gaze like a caress as she stared at his erection, her eyebrows raised. Blood surged, and he lifted one knee onto the bed.
    Alyssa looked up at him with a tiny smile curving her pink mouth. “Impressive.”
    Derek wanted to return her smile but couldn’t. He wanted to laugh this off, inject some lightness into a moment that had sped from flirtation to way too intense in lightning speed. His hands shook as he reached for her and pushed her back on the bed. She pulled him down over her, sliding her fingers through his hair and pulling his mouth to hers for another hungry kiss. Her skin was hot against his, hot and smooth. Her nipples were like bullets pressing against his chest.
    He shoved her dress all the way off and pushed on his arms so he could see her, all of her, naked except for a wisp of silk covering her mound. She raised her hands, ran her hands down his chest and sides, traced the line of hair that bisected his