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she whimpered. There were so many meanings to his order, she didn’t know which one he was demanding. Inside her house? Unwise . Inside her heart? Impossible . Inside her body?
    The hand at her waist found its way to her breast, curving over the small rise and fitting her nipple between his fingers.
    Oh, yeah …as soon as she possibly could.
    Wait, no… She couldn’t. She shouldn’t. She—
    “I can’t,” she cried into the inches of space between them, a small voice for a tiny denial.
    He didn’t stop tasting her skin, dragging his teeth back and forth over the curve of her neck. His thumbs toyed with both nipples now. “It’s the only way, Belle.”
    Not really. People made love outside all the time, she thought absently. Hadn’t they ?
    “Lucas.” She didn’t know what she meant to say other than that, but when he groaned, it seemed to be enough.
    “Please, Belinda. I may not be able to do this if we don’t.”
    “Do what?” Lucas Lonnigan made it a lifelong goal to do any damn thing he wanted. Which was precisely why she was this close to screaming his name under a streetlight.
    He pulled away, his passion suddenly distant, scaring her heart into beating triple time. The shadows were especially harsh now that they were both outside, standing eye to eye. He touched her cheek, a caress so gentle, so loving, that her eyes stung. So many years of fighting this, of fighting him, and the touch she craved was given as a gift she didn’t deserve.
    “All I’m asking for is one night. Just one. Then I swear to you, I’ll do everything I can to make all your dreams come true.”
    Wasn’t this a dream already? A forbidden one. A heartbroken one, but a dream all the same? “Lucas, you can’t—”
    His forefinger kissed her lips. “I would break heaven itself for you, Belle. I can. I will. After tonight.”
    She couldn’t see his eyes. She hoped he couldn’t see hers. Too many things she didn’t want to admit were there. She could feel them. “If we do this, you’ll only have my body. No one gets my heart, Lonnigan, not even you.”
    His eyes must have caught the light somehow, the way they flickered before her. His jaw tightened and he nodded.
    It would be wrong to let this happen without him knowing where they stood. But she still wished that just once, she had to courage to offer more. Instead, she unclipped her keys and put them in his hands.

Chapter Two
    They made it inside the loft in relative peace. No one driving past them on the street outside the warehouse would have thought anything about the man leading a woman up the scaling staircase on the right side of the building. They’d never guess the tension, the rampaging storm rising with each step upward. But Belinda knew it. She was engulfed in it, in him, yet nothing happened beyond the gentle, continuous tug of his hand on hers. He didn’t bother with the lights after using her keys to open the four locks, settling for closing the door and positioning her against it.
    She actually heard the peace break. Her back was to the cold glass and the curtains. The knob—a last chance to escape—in her hand while he watched to see if she’d turn it. His breath came in a deep heave, his gaze on her tightened fingers. But she didn’t want him to leave. She didn’t want to send him out. She’d already made her choice. She let go, a sharp jarring sound of metal and wood in the silence.
    Then he descended.
    The kiss skipped all the usual first stages. Nothing soft and seductive from him. He came at her, hot and wet, overwhelming and delicious. His fingers tangled with the laces at her hips, pulling her against the unyielding hardness of his cock. His moan rumbled into her mouth when she rubbed her belly against it in response. Both his arms wrapped around her, and the two of them slid away from the door, against the wall, sinking towards the floor where they’d likely rip each other’s clothes to shreds in their efforts to get inside one