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her thigh, lightly rasping against her smooth skin. Anticipation raced through her veins when his hand moved to slide up her sensitive inner thigh.
    He chuckled at her defiance and moved his fingers in maddening slow circles, just inches away from her wet and aching entrance.
    “You’re a clever girl. I’m sure you’re packing heat…somewhere.”
    He trailed nibbling kisses along her shoulder, the soft touch of his lips as distracting as hell. Unable to help herself, she squirmed against the metal of the door, waiting…no, desperate for him to touch her properly. He drew smaller circles, closer to where she ached for his touch. She shoved her hips backward as a none-too-subtle hint.
    “This is bordering on police brutality. You’ve got nothing on me. Either charge me with theft or release me, damn it.” Her words were shaky and breathless.
    He moved his hand without warning to cup her mound. Sliding his fingers along the soft flesh of her folds, he growled. “Release you? I don’t think so.”
    She gasped as he plunged first one, then two fingers into her pussy. Mercilessly, he moved them in and out of her in a rhythm that rapidly drove her toward mindless bliss. Soft whimpers escaped her throat with each move he made. Biting her lip, she threw her head back against his shoulder. At the first stroke of his thumb across her clit, she cried out and arched her body into his. Her hips thrust against his hand. She needed more, needed faster and harder to stoke the incredible pleasure building inside her.
    His teeth clamped down lightly on the spot between her shoulder and neck as he pressed his heavy erection into the crease of her ass.
    “I can’t let you go, baby, but I’ll see to your release.”
    Like that, he went from ruthless to gentle, a switch of mood she realized was typical of him. His grip on her wrists slackened until she could pull away if she wanted to. She didn’t. Wild horses couldn’t have pulled her away.
    Her breath caught in her throat as he nibbled her ear. His zipper sounded behind her. Fabric rustled and hit the deck. His cock pressed against her, fitting into the groove of her pussy lips. She forgot to breathe. He rocked his hips and slid himself against her, eliciting another gasp of pleasure. Already, she was hot and wet for him. It seemed to be a permanent state when he was near.
    He did it again, adding a swivel of his hips to drive the blunt, broad head against the entrance to her pussy. He pressed but didn’t drive in. Instead, he circled, stretching the sensitive tissues in sensual torment. Her cunt ached, clenching around nothing. Oh God, yes. She wanted this, wanted him, more than life itself.
    “Roz…” Barely able to think, she breathed his name as a prayer. Angling her hips, she shoved them back. Following his movements, she tried to draw his cock into her by rotating her hips and caressing the sensitive tip.
    “Please, Angel…I want to feel you deep inside me. I need to feel you there.” She pleaded, begging for him to drive forward. Somewhere along the way, she didn’t know where, he had become the center of her universe. She couldn’t breathe without him, wasn’t complete without him. She had fallen completely head over heels in love.
    “Whatever you want, baby, I’m right here,” he breathed against her neck. Then he was there, driving deep into the core of her in a powerful thrust that took her breath away. She’d never had a lover possess her completely like this, melting all reason and logical thought until she was nothing more than reaction. Putty in his hands.
    Their gasp was shared as he seated himself to the hilt. He swore low, under his breath. She didn’t recognize the words, but the sentiment was loud and clear. He moved again, pulling back then sliding deep into her in a long ride of pure sensation. She whimpered in the back of her throat.
    “Oh god. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
    Their first time had been fast, hard and urgent, as if he were