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Shh, kitten,_ he whispered in English once more, nuzzling her temple, mouth open and hot against her ear. __rust me._ His palms curved beneath her breasts, lifting them as his blunt fingertips tweaked her nipples expertly enough to have slickness gathering between her clenched thighs. __ou are the most beautiful thing I have ever touched. Une ange, bébé._ Hegroaned quietly as he caught her earlobe between his teeth. __e t__dore,_ he muttered, thrusting against her backside.

We can go somewhere more private if you__ like_ Buck_ I whisper softly in his ear, pulling back almost as slowly as the wicked grin spreads across my face. His perverse smile hides nothing. I have him now, hook, line and zipper.

And on the point-zero-five percent chance that I do lose, it'll get her on my bike, spreading her legs to straddle the leather and steel. No matter how much I've stuck to my self-imposed rule of "no chicks on the bike," that alone might be worth the small risk.

Oh, trust me, sugar, having your tight, naked ass cradled against my dick was damn alluring._ He steps closer to me and tips my chin up with his fingers. __ut I wouldn__ take advantage of you when you don__ have your wits about you. When I take you, you__l know exactly what we__e doing, what you__e feeling, and I won__ stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name.__oly fucking hell.

Dr. Webber rolled her eyes, unimpressed with my timing, and probably a little irritated with my lack of materials. I winked, and the slightest smile touched her lips.

Darlin_, you can__ tell me your ex wasn__ adventurous and not expect me to see it as a challenge.

His eyes twinkled mischievously as he gazed at me with that look that always made me melt: as if I were edible and he could barely restrain himself from taking a bite.

Fifty minutes, huh?_ he muttered. __oo long?_ she managed with a teasing smile, knowing she longer had the strength to turn him away. She wanted Dalton to make love to her again. Needed him to. He arched a brow. __ou questioning my stamina?_ Laughing softly, she reached for his shirt, pulling him to her. __ot on your life. I know better. I was just thinking that for a man who spent years perfecting the eight second ride, fifty minutes might be quite a stretch._ Threading his fingers through her hair, he looked down at her. __he stretching part is no longer in question. Hell, much longer and it__ gonna take a crow bar to get me out of these jeans._ __hen what are you waiting for?

Emerson lifts his head. His eyes are two dark pools of desire, a clouded night__ sky. He catches his breath a moment, unsteady, and then drops a kiss on my lips. Sweet. Almost tender. I barely have time to take it in before he grabs my shoulder and spins me around, pushing me so my bare chest is slammed up into the wall, my cheek pressed against the cold concrete. I gasp, my heart skipping with the thrill. I can feel him up against me, a solid wall of muscle trapping me in place, the hard ridge of him pressed against the small of my back. I can__ move, or see the expression on his face, only hear the hoarse groan Emerson sounds as he twists a handful of my hair and yanks it to one side, kissing a searing trail along the curve of my neck.I whimper, bound and powerless against him, and oh God, loving every minute of it.

I__ not trying to make you cry. I__ trying to make you see. You__e just like the colorful sky, Lilla, this beautiful creation, forgotten. Hidden wonders unseen, by those who don__ bother to look any longer. I look. I can see them.

I turned to face him, knowing in him, I'd find the temporary cure. "Do you want to fuck it out?" Braden smiled slowly, bemused, causing another twist of attraction in my gut. "Fuck it out?""All the bullshit. What she did. What he did. Every soulless bitch that wanted something from you"His expression changed immediately, becoming hard, unfathomable, as he took a step towards me. "Are you saying you don't want anything from me?""I want this. I want our arrangement. I want you..." I sucked in a breath, feeling my control slip. "... to fuck it out of me.

Sex had always been at the top of her favorite-things list, but this desire-this total, all-encompassing need-was something else entirely.

If you're signing up all the pretty girls in Alden, I want to join too," Max told Christy."We aren't taking men," she explained.He cocked his eyebrow. "What? We aren't sensitive enough for your kind of literature?"Christy turned to Annie and both broke into laughter. Annie leaned closer to Max and whispered, "We are talking cliterature here."His roguish smile was breathtaking. "Oh clits and chicks, I can handle that," he answered with a wink, his eyes glittering with laughter.

The problem isn't that I'm uncomfortable with it, the problem is that I want it!" I yelled. It was official; I'd lost it. Oh well, I wasn't known for having a long fuse. "Are you happy? Jesus. You say something like that and then expect me to just be whatever about it. That's like teasing someone with a giant red velvet cake and then putting it in one of those glass rotating desert thingies." I wasn't my most eloquent at the moment."Does this mean I'm the cake?""Shut up, it was a metaphor.""So you want me?"So much it hurt. "Yes," I whispered. "Right now?""Yes.""Oh." Now he was the one who sounded nervous. "It's just... a surprise.""I told you I would entertain the idea.""I know. I just didn't think you'd be so enthusiastic so soon.""Hunter, I'm a virgin. Not a nun."He didn't talk for a moment."That was the sexiest thing you've ever said. God, why do you do this to me?

The candle__ flame washed her in a sensual bath of pulsating light, and Hans became entranced by the soft glow upon her skin.

I want this girl. I want her for my own. End of story. The world can fuck off for all I care. She__ mine.

You are unbelievably sexy.

He laughed, a low, sexy growl, as she moaned in obvious frustration. __atience is a virtue,_ he said. __orture is a federal offense,_ she replied.