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his lips, a gentle, whispering touch. His breath caught, his muscles contracting into painful alertness.
    “You have a beautiful mouth. I can’t take my eyes off it.”
    He pulled in a shallow breath. Shocks of violent need burned through him as her finger continued to trace the sensitive skin of his lips.
    “You saw me watching you.” Her words were a statement, but he felt the need to respond.
    “Yes.”
    “You liked it.” Her fingers grazed his cheek, his jaw, the side of his neck.
    He thought to deny it, to put a stop to this right now. But the words wouldn’t come.
    “I wanted you from the moment I saw you,” she murmured, her voice low, husky. And so sexy.
    He’d wanted her, too—he couldn’t refute it. He looked into her pale eyes, a blue so light they were the color of the moonstones. Her dark hair swirled around her face, adding to the feminine beauty of her features. High cheekbones, a pointed chin. And her lips. So pink and wide that they should have overpowered her delicate features. Instead they looked unbearably sexy, utterly kissable.
    Before he realized what he intended to do, his mouth was on hers, tasting her with a greed he couldn’t restrain. She responded in kind, her mouth opening to let him in, their tongues tangling. The kiss grew into a frenzy. He wanted to devour her, each brush of their lips, each sweep of their tongues firing his need more, until he couldn’t remember wanting anything more than this woman.
    Catching her under the arms, he pulled her closer. She sank willingly against him, her hands stroking his face, his chest. Wildly, they consumed each other.
    She moaned, her lips leaving his to move hungrily over his throat, across his collarbone. Her fingers moved deftly on the buttons of his shirt until the fabric was undone and parted. Then she pressed open-mouthed kisses over his chest, her tongue flicking over his ignited skin, her teeth nipping.
    He sucked in a sharp breath as she caught his nipple, worrying it gently. Desire needled through him, the sensation bordering on pain, like blood returning to a sleeping limb. Not an inaccurate analogy, really.
    She pulled back, her eyes hooded but just as intense as earlier. “I want to fuck you.”
    He wouldn’t have thought he could be any more turned on, but he was wrong. Her raw demand, said in that soft, almost purring voice, was the most erotic thing he could remember ever hearing. His cock pulsed and hardened further.
    As he watched her, she sat back and slipped her leather jacket off to reveal the black camisole underneath. He could see, even in the faint light, she wore no bra under the tiny shirt. She didn’t need one—her small breasts were perfectly rounded, tipped with hard little nipples.
    Then her fingers moved to the button of her leather pants. She undid them. A few wiggles of her hips and they were down, exposing tiny black panties. She kicked them off along with her boots. Then she was watching him again with those peculiar eyes.
    His fingers itched to touch her, but instead he said, “This is crazy.”
    She reached out and caressed him again, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. Soothing him, encouraging him. He caught her hand and pulled her back against him, kissing her. She caught the back of his head, tasting him with greedy demand.
    “Do you want to be inside me?” she murmured against his lips.
    God, yes. He wanted that so badly that his whole body ached with it. Shards of biting need scored through him.
    But instead of saying so, he stared into her eyes. “What do you want?”
    She stilled, for the briefest moment something like uncertainty filling the pale depths. For the first time since seeing her, she broke their gaze before he did. She hesitated, and again he thought he should stop this. It was too fast, too out of control.
    Then her hands moved to his jeans and worked the button open. Slowly she pulled down the zipper. She slid her fingers inside the worn material, cupping the granite