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“You’re wrong, and we’re going to put that kind of thinking to a stop.” His mouth crashed down on hers, strong and soft, taking and giving. Her nails bit into his scalp, and he wanted to howl in pleasure. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt. When he tried to pull her blouse and jacket down off her arms, she just tightened her hold on his neck.

“I want you naked.”

“Huh?” She looked up at him with passion glazed eyes.

“Let go, honey. We’re getting undressed.” Rylie’s gaze sharpened.

“I’ll finally get to see you naked?” She grinned and pulled off her shirt and coat. There she was in a peach camisole, and he couldn’t think.

“Dare?”

“Hmm?”

“You promised me naked.” He found the hook on her skirt and then slid down the zipper.

“I know I promised you naked, Rylie. But I think you’re wearing thigh highs. Can you please keep those on for me?” He’d be lucky not to die of a heart attack right now.

“That’s not what I mean, I want to see you naked.”

He looked down at her, and she was now wearing nothing but a peach camisole and sheer stockings and he was struggling to breathe. “What?” he asked.

“God dammit, Dare, take off your fucking clothes!” He shouted with laughter, which made her scowl bigger.

“Oh shit, you’re serious.”

“Damn right I am. Strip SEAL boy.” Darius pulled the tie over his head, and unbuttoned his shirt and felt his head swell at her look of eagerness when she eyed his chest. “Now the slacks.” He shed his pants and briefs and stood in front of her naked.

“I think you’re as into this as I am.” She smirked. He grasped his erect cock and stroked it while looking at her resting on the bed.

“Take off the camisole, Rylie. But do it slowly.” She gave him a sultry smile and did as he asked. Darius swore every drop of blood in his body tried to rush to his dick. No woman ever looked more beautiful. He stepped forward and rested a knee on the bed. She reached for him, but he grabbed her hand and laced their fingers.

“But I want to touch you.”

“Another time. Sometime when I won’t go off like a roman candle.” Which might be never. Darius settled them onto the bed so they were nose to nose. Her hand trembled in his.

“Don’t make me wait. Don’t tease.” He pulled out the condom he’d placed under the pillow while she’d been talking to Liu and showed it to her. She grinned and tried to grab it.

“Let me put it on you,” she asked.

“You are not touching my Johnson, woman. We’ve discussed this.”

“For this to work, your Johnson is going to eventually have to touch my Jones.” He snickered, and she bit his jaw. He kissed her, her satin lips and soft sighs working magic on his soul. Soon both of his hands were skimming down her torso, lingering at those places that brought more music, until he found the curls he sought. It was too much, he had dreamed too long. In one move, he was exactly where he wanted, his head between her thighs, her legs resting on his shoulders.

“Please don’t. This doesn’t work for me.” He smiled as her mind and past lost a fight with her body. Because she was certainly enjoying this every bit as much as he was. She thrust against his lips and tongue as he reveled in pleasuring her, loving her wet welcome. Rylie didn’t say anything more, but as if he could hear her thoughts, she continued to struggle with a reforming reality. Finally…

“It’s good, but only because it’s you, Dare.” Her heels dug into his shoulders, and he thrust fingers into her tight sheath as he applied the subtlest bite imaginable to her clit, and she wailed.

Darius surged upwards, found the condom, and covered himself. He prayed they would fit together; he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Rylie, are you with me?”

“Hmmm?”

He carefully probed with his flesh, and she thrust upward in one hard surge. She clapped her hand over her mouth, and her eyes flashed wide.

“God dammit, Rylie,” he gritted out. He started to pull backwards, but she clutched him with her arms and legs.

“Don’t leave me. Don’t, Dare. Show me how good this can be.”

He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her. How good this can be? It was perfection. Now to show her. He pulled out just a little, and pushed back in, making sure to rasp against the knot of nerves at the apex of her sex. She hissed a breath.

“Again.”

He did it again. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut, and he trailed kisses along her jaw, down her collarbone, to her breast, and found her delectably hard nipple. Again and again, he continued with a rhythm that had her breath sawing in and out.

“Faster.” He smiled as he licked, and started to make love to his Rylie even faster.

“Harder.” She panted.

“In a minute.” She was new to this. Her fingers yanked at his short hair.

“Now, I need more now.” So did he. Need was raking his body with shudders, and electricity was curling at the base of his spine, begging for release.

“You’re beautiful. I’ve never had a more responsive or passionate lover.”

He felt her melt and relax, and he plunged deeper than before. Fuck Yeah!

“You’re everything I could think to want,” she whispered. And that was all it took, they both went over the crest that belonged only to true lovers. Primal and raw, and safely locked in one another’s arms.