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and took her hand away, lifting her thumb to her lips. She kept her gaze on his as she licked the moisture and enjoyed the way his eyes narrowed into hard, sexy slits of lust.
    “Get it on, Sinclair, before I take you without it.”
    She put the condom in her mouth and leaned down to slip it over the tip. His length pushed into her mouth as the thin sheath slid into place.
    He growled and she pulled her head back, using her hand to push the condom the rest of the way down. She cupped his balls, gently kneading them as her tongue tickled the exposed bottom of his shaft.
    His fingers delved into the hair at the back of her neck and roughly pulled her head back. She gasped, then moaned as his mouth descended on hers in a wild kiss that left her panting.
    “Don’t wait,” she pleaded against his lips.
    “Don’t wait?” he teased.
    His lips blazed a hot trail down the side of her neck. She could hardly keep still. Her pussy actually hurt she wanted him inside her so bad.
    “Marcus,” she groaned and reached for his cock, but he moved her hand away.
    He shoved at her shoulders, pushing her back to the mattress where she landed with a bounce. Grasping her wrists, he pinned them above her head with one hand. The position forced her breasts farther into the air where he blew against them. His hot breath made them pucker almost painfully and she moaned, arching her back.
    “You’ll get my dick when I’m damn good and ready to give it to you,” he growled softly against one of her nipples.
    She almost came at the way he talked to her. God, she never imagined she would like this, but she did. A lot. A whole lot.
    His other hand slid slowly down her stomach, tormenting her by gently brushing around her clit, but never fully touching it. She whimpered, lifting her hips toward his touch only to have him pull away, denying her the contact she craved.
    “Damn you,” she moaned and he opened his mouth over her nipple, sucking hard.
    She cried out as wave after wave of sensual heat rushed through her body. He let go of her breast with a pop and moved to the other one. “You’re going to want this so bad, you’re going to come the second I enter you.” He licked his tongue across her other nipple and she shuddered, knowing full well he was right. She would come as soon as he entered her. “Then I’m going to keep fucking you till you come again.”
    She drew in a shaky breath of desire as his lips feathered along her ribs, nibbling gently at her flesh. Her legs fell open as his kisses lowered along her stomach. Every touch of his lips made her pulse skip erratically. He let go of her wrists and she dropped them, digging her fingers in his hair and trying to force his head lower.
    He lifted up and grasped her wrists again, pinning them over her head. “I didn’t tell you to lower your hands.”
    “Marcus, please,” she panted.
    Her fingers fisted into the comforter as his lips slid sensually down her body. The tip of his finger circled her nipple and she bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out, from begging him to take her. She looked at his face and found him watching her, his eyes dark and narrowed, his jaw tense. He wanted her and she arched her back in invitation, hoping to push him over the edge.
    He kept watching her as his fingers moved down her ribs, then between her thighs. He fully cupped her sex and she lifted her hips, moaning at the touch she’d been aching for. She was wet. She could feel it as the cream slid between the cheeks of her ass, wetting the covers beneath her.
    His fingers gently massaged, kneading her labia and making her so insanely crazy she wanted to cry.
    “Damn it, Marcus!”
    He stood between her legs and she wrapped her thighs around his hips, trying to pull him into her. “Be still,” he commanded as he used his palm to hold her hips down. She tried to fight against his hold, but his next words made her stop cold. “The more you fight me, the longer I’m going to hold right