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sculpt her hips to his. The half-hard erection he ground against her pussy didn’t
surprise her. It sent a welcome jolt of desire through her womb. Britt moaned
into his mouth, now resigned to her licentious behavior, helpless to resist his
swift seduction.
    The kiss deepened. He pushed his velvet tongue past her lips
and dipped inside her mouth. She tasted mint and the vague flavor of tobacco.
She’d never been attracted to smokers before. But mmm, the taste fascinated
her, even appealed to her. How could that be?
    At this point, she didn’t know, didn’t care. She took the
unfamiliar, warm passion he offered. Her panties flooded with cream. She could
smell her own perfume, and the potent combination of it mixed with his faint
aftershave sent her reeling in a fantasy where she ripped his clothes off.
Britt panted into the kiss, picking up the pace when she realized if he kept
this up, kept grinding his cock against her pebble-hard clit, she’d come right
here and now.
    “I want you,” he breathed into her mouth. “Now.”
    “Mmmm, yes—no.” She sucked his lower lip into her mouth,
scraped it between her teeth and explored it with her tongue. “I-I need time to
get to know you.”
    “Yeah, well, I already know you,” he rasped, hitching her up
so she straddled him while he stood, boots planted wide. The move slammed her
jean-clad juncture flush against the head of his cock. She cried out, but he
ignored her agony. He rained kisses over her chin, her cheeks, her lips. “Deep
down inside, you’re a wildcat clawing to get out of that prim façade. Ahh,
Britt, I can help. I want to help you let go of your inhibitions.”
    “No. Shh.” She protested his tempting offer even as she
wrapped herself tighter around him.
    He stumbled to the breakfast bar and kicked aside the
nearest barstool. It went tumbling, but he didn’t seem to care.
    Neither did she. Far from it. She needed this, had to
have it or she’d die.
    Diego plunked her rear onto the tiled countertop. Even
through the denim of her pants, the surface cooled her hot, swollen labia.
    “Ever since I laid eyes on you in those—in the store, I
haven’t been worth a damn. I can’t sleep, I can’t work, I can’t get you out of
my fucking mind. And I can’t get rid of this damned hard-on. All I can do is
think about burying myself in your wet cunt.”
    Britt sucked in a surprised breath, holding it for a long
moment before she released it. The dirty talk came naturally to him and it made
her lower belly flood with more warmth. He was a raw, rough-around-the-edges
man full of wicked revelations, and against her usual standards, she accepted
the fact that he turned her on in spite of it.
    No man had ever spoken to her in such straightforward terms
before now, or taken such physical charge during intimacies. Though courteous,
in retrospect she could conclude they had all been pretentious, boring men.
    But even though her intuition reprimanded and screamed Run! ,
she couldn’t seem to obey it. She had never even entertained the idea of dating
a man like Diego, much less sleeping with one. Between Doris shoving so many
stodgy brokers, CEOs and lawyers her way, and the busy itinerary Doris kept for
her, Britt had never had time to set her sights elsewhere.
    Is this what she’d been missing, what Lexi found so alluring
in her choice of men? And was this what Britt truly wanted?
    Her answer came in the resigned, almost ashamed growl he let
out. “Goddamn it, I’m sorry, Britt.” He started to step away, but she held her
legs clamped around his hips.
    “Sorry? For what?”
    “Using such crude language. It’s, uh…second nature to me,
but I gotta say, you bring it out like hell in me.”
    She slid down his body, stood and righted her tank top. Even
though she’d discovered she wanted it, his words of regret made her face flame
with mortification again. She fiddled with the elastic band around her wrist,
made use of her hands by sweeping her mussed hair