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sensitive part of her, his eyes burning as she sucked in a shrill breath. He began tracing an idle circle around the tightened bud, coming close to touching it, but always straying away at the last moment. After a few circles, she was panting—absolutely freaking panting.
    And Chad reveled in that. “I love the way you look right now.”
    “You do?” Her hips moved forward, but Chad pressed in, stilling her movements.
    “Stay still,” he ordered gruffly. His thumb made another enticingly close circle. “Your cheeks are flushed and lips swollen and parted. Beautiful.”
    Bridget felt like she was burning up inside, turning into a pool of heated water. Her hands slipped down his chest, and she was awed to find his heart pounding against her palm. She ached to move into the wicked touch, but she was imprisoned between him and the wall. The evidence of his arousal now pressed against her hip heightened the yearning sweeping through her.
    And when he did something truly devious with his fingers, she cried out. Her soft mewls, his slow, sensual assault, it was all driving her toward the edge. Her back arched as far as he’d allow it. She felt him grin against her flushed skin.
    With his lips within kissing distance, he said, “I’m going to make you come in less than a minute.”
    Her breath caught. “Less than a minute?”
    “Less than a motherfucking minute,” Chad replied, grinning—really grinning. Not a smug one but a playful one, and her heart stuttered when it shouldn’t—it couldn’t, because this wasn’t anything about the heart and she really didn’t know him. “Yes. It will be that impressive,” he added.
    Cocky son of a bitch—he really had magic hands. Playtime was so over. His finger moved in and out, fast and then faster. In a matter of seconds, she was squirming, her breathing halting in her throat.
    His lips parted. “Forty seconds to go…”
    The next pass of his thumb created an outrageous friction. She thrust to draw him closer, deeper.
    Chad growled deep in his throat. “I like that—like how your body responds to me. Perfect.”
    Sweet agony barreled through Bridget. Her legs stiffened.
    Oh, oh God…
    “Thirty seconds…” he said, lowering his mouth to hers. He suckled there, matching what he was doing below with his fingers. He pulled back and murmured, “Twenty seconds…”
    My God, he was really going to count down? He was absolutely insane.
    And then he nipped and tugged on her lips as his fingers pushed in, twisting. Her body was out of control, it seemed: grinding against his hand, seeking more. Muscles coiled and tightened. Lightning raced down her spine, firing at each vertebra. Her toes curled in her boots as her hips raised clear off the wall. She gasped for air. Every single nerve ending was poised to fire.
    “Come for me,” he commanded.
    And then his hand below moved, rolling the bundle of nerves between his fingers, and he pinched.
    Release shattered through Bridget, swift and powerful, tossing her up, spiraling her in the air as sweet waves of pleasure racked her body. Thoughts scattered as she broke apart and was slowly, deliciously pieced back together.
    Limp, sated, and mind-blown , she settled against him, gasping for air as aftershocks rippled and blew her mind a little more. She opened her eyes, finding startling blue ones staring back.
    “I had five seconds left,” he murmured, his hand still cupping her intimately.
    Holy crap…
    His lips tipped up on one corner. “And I still need to taste you.”
    Bridget slumped against the wall, her heart trying to throw itself out of her chest. Sublimely dazed, she watched him through heavy lids.
    Slowly, he pulled his hand free and stepped back. With his eyes locked onto hers, he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked off her arousal.
    Bridget had never seen anyone do that. In books, yes, but not in real life. She was shocked—turned on—and completely wrapped in the sensual wickedness of the action.
    Chad