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are you waiting for?” She bumped her hips back against him. “You’re obviously up for it.”
    He whipped her away from him again, this time to tow her across the room toward the wide, sturdy bed. Ava started to climb on the mattress, but Landon grabbed her and spun her until her hips were pressed up against the footboard, facing the bed. A hand on the center of her back pressed her forward until she was bent over the rail of the footboard, her hands braced on the mattress, her ass presented to him like a present.
    He wasted no time unwrapping her. “You’re going to be sorry you taunted me,” he growled, stripping her borrowed skirt so quickly she barely had time to gasp before he was pulling down her tube top. The stretchy fabric caught on her hips, but that didn’t slow him down. Landon grabbed the shirt and her thong, yanking them together down her legs.
    Completely naked and totally exposed, Ava had never felt more powerful. She fought the urge to writhe with sheer pleasure, then gave into it when his palms slid up the backs of her bare legs, cupping her ass almost reverently. Dipping his fingers between her legs, he found the juices dripping down her thighs and hissed something that might have been a prayer or a curse. “ God . I’m sorry, baby, I can’t wait.”
    The sudden loss of his hands and the heat of his body behind her had Ava turning. Landon stood a few feet back, wrestling with the buttons on his fly, though the difficulty this time was not his hands, but the heavy erection pressing against the seam. Ava reached out a hand to help.
    “No.”
    Ava snatched back her hand, startled by the abrasive command. Landon, his hands now folded almost protectively over his cock, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
    “I can’t have you touching me right now, Ava,” he said, his voice strained. “I won’t last.”
    Ava was tempted to test his control, but she didn’t think her own need would wait for him to recover if he was right. She resumed the position he had put her in, watching him over her shoulder. “Well, come on then,” she urged, when he didn’t immediately drop his pants and dive at her.
    Landon opened his eyes, saw her position and groaned, closing them again. But his motivation was apparent. His claws sprang out and he slashed down the outer seams of the jeans, whipping his pants and boxers off like a Chippendale’s dancer. His cock sprang up, thicker than she remembered from the jeep and already glistening with the first drops of pre-come.
    Ava squirmed, her body screaming for him. What was he waiting for? An engraved invitation?
    Landon moved up behind her, the heat of his body enveloping her. She dropped her head forward onto her arms, bracing her feet and arching her back to give him easier access as he shifted behind her, making accommodation for the drastic differences in their heights.
    When she felt his head at her entrance, Ava moaned. Landon froze at the sound.
    She wondered if there was anything within reach she could throw at his head. What the hell was he waiting for? Her insides were coiling, twisting, every nerve on high alert, waiting for his possession.
    Right when she was about to scream her frustration, he moved, sliding the head in, then working another inch deeper. Oh, yes . He was bigger than anyone in her limited experience and she was naturally tight, but she stretched to take him in another inch, then another. He filled her so perfectly, but she needed him deeper. She needed him faster and harder, but he just eased forward, controlled and smooth.
    Then he stopped. Again. Ava hissed.
    “Landon.” His name was a plea. Hard. Deep. Please, please, please .
    She saw his hand gripping the footboard, the knuckles white with strain. “I’m sorry, Ava,” he groaned, easing back.
    She stiffened in alarm. If he backed out on her now she was so going Lorena Bobbitt on his ass.
    “You’re so fucking tight,” he bit out, sounding like he was on the verge of