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Three
    “Too right.” He slammed her against the wall, the coolness of the glass prickling her bare arms. His lips hovered over hers, and she parted her mouth, but instead of going for a full on kiss, Ryan withdrew. Dizzy with desire, her head bobbed toward him.
    He lifted her arms and put them behind her head. A wave of anxiety swept through her, and she arched toward him. Asking for help had never been her forte, but damn the man, she needed him to release the volcanic tension boiling in her veins.
    Ryan held her arms captive with one hand, and she squirmed. Lowering toward her, he ran his index finger over her face, outlining her cheeks, her nose, her mouth. She slipped the tip of her tongue out, and licked his finger. He threw his head back, and let a long sigh that shred the silence.
    Encouraged, she ran her tongue up and down his finger. He stood straighter and faced her. The spark of defiance in his eyes set her pulse on a wild delicious race. Whatever challenged he planned, she wasn’t going to back down.
    She sucked his finger, marveling over his rough skin and he groaned. Shaking his head, he yanked his finger from her mouth, and ran the glistening flesh down her neck. She felt her main vein pulsating; he must have noticed because he flashed her a smile of pure male pride.
    The moment he pulled up her tank top and fondled her breasts over her black satin bra, she gasped and sagged her shoulders, her body sliding on the glass and producing a squeaking noise. He loosened the grip on her arms till they fell down to her side.
    Ryan pulled her bra to the side, and her breasts spilled into view. Licking his lips, he took a small step back, his intense gaze fixed on her dark brown tips. “These are fucking gorgeous.” He glanced at her. “You are gorgeous.”
    “How gorgeous?” she whispered.
    Smiling, he brushed his palm against her breasts. Oh, how she ached for his touch… Her nipples hardened like diamond tips. After cupping them, he made circular movements on the sensitive skin around her nipples, tugging at the center. Her entire body tingled. Without mercy, her bones melted, one by one.
    She leaned her head against the glass, eyes closed. He began a path of kisses, big and small, on her neck that had her quivering for more. Moaning, she raked her fingers in his hair. The buzz cut was a combination of sharp and smooth—much like the man whose tongue tasted her collarbone.
    “Yes,” she whispered, arousal ricocheting through her. There wasn’t room for anything else but the two of them. No past, no sorrow, nothing. Just the way it should be.
    He licked her nipple, and his hand massaged the other. The moisture from her thighs seeped through her pants, she was sure. A rasping sound flew past his lips when he switched from one breast to the other. This time, he sucked it without delay, grazing his teeth on her tight bud, and increasing the blazing tornado in her bloodstream.
    Could it get any better?
    He touched her waistline, then his hand perused yet lower and he fumbled to find her zipper. Oh, yes, it could—and would—get much better. She caressed his shoulders, her fingernails scratching his bare flesh.
    “Are you trying to distract me?” His voice dropped an octave, his accent even more pronounced. He nipped on her swollen breast, and she smothered a cry of pleasure.
    “Is it working?”
    Chuckling, he unzipped her pants. The polyester soon pooled at her feet and she kicked them to the side. Ryan continued his exploration, slipping a couple of fingers in her white lacy panties. At first, he drew an invisible pattern on her sex, each time threatening to go lower, each time making her inhale all the air in the room only to exhale at once, clumsily.
    She buckled, the promise of a climax fogging her brain. Finally, he inserted two fingers into her warm, swollen walls. She clawed him harder on his back. A coarse whimper pushed past her throat. “More.”
    Ryan kissed his way up her neck and jaw line,