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in the rhythmic surge and drag as he stretched her, nerves popping and firing into an all-consuming ache each time she sank a little lower on his cock. As if from a distance she heard desperate, pleading little gasps, but when the walls parted, she arched her back and took him as far inside her as he could go and cried out in sheer pleasure.
    Ty’s hands tightened on her hips. “Fuck,” he growled. “Do that again. Right fucking now.”
    She dragged her eyes open to meet his. A muscle leaped in his jaw as she rose until the tip caressed the very edge of her sex, slid down again, made the same limpid, helpless noise as her sheath clung to him, quivering, slick.
    “Okay?” he ground out.
    “Fine. Better than okay,” she whispered, lost in the glimmering sensation. Again. Again. Again, the angle perfect, gliding over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Heat and pressure sparked under the edges of her skin, and his hands tightened on her hips.
    “You sure?”
    He was different. Protective. Under the mask of arousal the lines of his face changed, the rakish twist of his mouth softening. He almost looked like someone else. “God, yes.”
    Then the world spun as he tumbled her to her back and drove deep into her. She cried out even as she flattened one hand at the small of his back and gripped his shoulder with the other as he adjusted the tilt of her hips in a possessive, preemptory move, then surged into her. Every stroke slid over the hot ache building inside her, the hard ride she’d wanted coming harder and faster as he pinned her down, and—
    Ohgodohgodohgod
    —were those noises coming from her? The tension fisted deep, almost unbearably. The bed was squeaking, thunking against the wall in counterpoint to his soft grunts, her erratic gasps and wordless pleas. Her legs drew up until her heels were digging into his ass, the impact of flesh on flesh sharp in the dark, quiet air. He cupped the back of her head and tipped her face into his shoulder, trying to stifle her cries as she reached the peak—
    A fist thudded against the door. Ice flashed through her veins, and he froze above her, sweat trickling down his jaw. He looked as utterly staggered as she felt, like they were a combustible chemical experiment halted, explosions arrested just before some new compound was created.
    “Hey, buddy!” came a male voice from the hallway. “Jesus fucking Christ! I can hear her down the goddamn hallway!”
    Indeed, her moans still hung in the thick air, trapped in the plastic curtains and the thin, maroon and green quilted polyester bedspread that lay half on the bed, half on the floor. Torn between humiliation and laughter she stared up at Ty.
    Another pounding underscored a muttered
goddammit
. The security chain rattled in its mooring. “Lady! You okay?”
    Humiliation won.
    Ty looked over his shoulder, his long hair tumbling forward, then withdrew and slid back inside, slow and hot and relentless. “Better answer him,” he said, and just like that the emotionless bad boy was back.
    “I’m…” The word
fine
died in her throat as Ty stroked in, slow, arrogant, silent as the grave. The bed frame gave a soft squeak, or maybe that was her when he bottomed out. “Stop that,” she begged in a stage whisper. “I can’t think when you do that. I’m fine,” she said, hoping her raised voice was steady enough to make her knight in shining armor move on to the next damsel. “Just…just got carried away.”
    “You sure?” Suspicious this time. In her mind’s eye she could see the guy, hands on his hips, glowering protectively. Probably middle-aged, balding, heavyset, a lifetime of smoking in his voice. Probably he had a wife and daughters. Probably he had a conscience.
    Unlike Ty. Another slow, deep stroke and the heavy weight of his shaft slid over nerve endings that didn’t give a damn about noise and propriety and protective strangers. Her pussy spasmed, and Ty laughed, soundless except for the movement of his chest