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he wanted to do to her. He halted less than a foot away from where she sat on the bed.
    Without thinking, she reached for him, running her hand along the rigid staff of his cock through his clothing. He muttered a curse, his hand going behind her head. She didn’t need his urging, though. She pressed her face against his crotch, running her lips against the hard ridge of his erection. When she felt that ridge beneath the large, mushroom-shaped cockhead that excited her so much, she caressed it with the edge of her front teeth. A fever rose in her.
    The next thing she knew, his hands were at her elbows. He pulled her up roughly into a standing position. Harper opened her lips to protest the deprivation, but then he was kissing her forcefully. Angrily? A hot wave of excitement swept through her, taking all rational thought with it. His kiss scorched her. When he sealed it abruptly a moment later, she was panting softly.
    “You see why I have to control you,” he said, his mouth slanted in a hard line. His fingers went to the small of her back, finding the button of her skirt. “You’d have me coming within a matter of minutes every time, just like you did the other night on the terrace.”
    “Maybe that’s what I want,” she breathed, staring up at him. He jerked down her zipper and slid his hand down over her ass, taking her skirt along the way. He shoved his hand into her underwear and caressed her bare bottom as her skirt fell down to her thighs.
    “Is it? I thought you wanted me to have control in the bedroom.” He pulled her panties down over her ass.
    “I do,” she whispered, enthralled by his face . . . and his touch on her naked, tingling skin. “But I also liked watching you come that night. A lot. I liked that you came on me.”
    His small snarl made her blood rush furiously in her veins. She pressed tighter to him, excited by his erection. He pushed her back slightly at the same moment that he took a step back. Harper felt her skirt and panties slither past her thighs.
    “You’re going to be such a challenge,” he said, his mouth setting into a grim line as his gaze dropped down over her naked hips and legs. “Now . . . let’s get you out of the rest of these clothes.”
    He knelt in front of her, making a sweeping motion with his hand between her legs to capture both her skirt and panties. He paused with the edge of his hand against the panel of her underwear. The next thing Harper knew, he was looking up at her with blazing eyes.
    “You’re very wet.”
    “I . . . guess I was turned on . . . ,” she said lamely.
    She was glad when he didn’t belabor the topic. Instead, he quickly and efficiently removed the garments and then took off her sandals. She began to raise her shirt, thinking to help him with the process, but he stood abruptly, towering over her. His hands grasped her wrists, stopping her.
    “No. I’ll want to undress you for sex.”
    “Every time?” she asked stupidly.
    “Every time.”
    He held her stare and reached for the hem of her shirt. He swept it over her head. There had been something in his eyes when he’d said those two words:
every time
. Whatever it was had locked her lungs.
    His unfastened her bra and drew it off her arms.
    “Lie back on the bed.” Despite the hypnotic smoothness of his voice, she sensed the coiled tension in him.
    The luxurious duvet felt exquisitely soft and cool beneath her naked, heated skin. She reclined, propping herself up on her elbows and peering at him with a mixture of suspicion and arousal.
    “What are you going to do?” she asked when he just stood entirely still, watching her. If it weren’t for the glint of lust in his eyes—not to mention his cock pressing against the front of his shorts—she might have thought he was entirely impassive.
    “I’m going to use a device to position you,” he said calmly. He walked toward a closed door.
    “Why can’t you just ask me to take whatever position you want?” she