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I say that?”
    “No.”
    He reached out with his free hand and tucked a bit of hair behind her ear. The brush of his fingertips across her cheek sent a shiver through her and Rachel swallowed.
    “You didn’t say anything. Does that mean you’re not interested?”
    She thought about Melanie and how she told her to have some fun. Live a little. The hell with being sensible. His pupils were so dilated the black almost eclipsed the blue. He wanted her. She could see it plain as day. The grin that spread across her face almost hurt. “It means I’d rather my lips were too busy to talk.”
    Bingo . His nostrils flared and before she could breathe, he was there, sinking his lips into hers, scraping his stubble across her chin and cheek. Damn if he didn’t put his whole body into a kiss—crushing her back into the cracked plaster wall, pressing his chest against hers.
    He snaked his tongue across her lips and she gave in. Opening up for him and all he wanted. All he could take. Their tongues danced and swirled around each other and Rachel lost herself in the feel of him. His body—all hard planks and rough edges—assertive and in command.
    She moaned and he slid his hand lower, slipping down the slope of her neck, the bump of her shoulder, the swell of her breast. Oh, god . She wanted him inside her and she didn’t even know his name.
    Reaching out, she dug her fingers into the crisp cotton of his shirt, searching for the taut muscles trapping her against the wall. Her fingers found waist—trim and strong, sculpted and sleek—and she moaned again. Oh, god. It’s been waaaay too long. All she could think about was his naked body on top of hers, pinning her down, taking control. Making her cry out in ecstasy. The hard planes of his muscles pressed against her fingers and as he leaned closer, his erection dug into her belly. As soon as she felt it, she mewled.
    She rubbed up and down, stroking his cock with her soft flesh like a cat in heat. Unabashed and wild. She didn’t care that they were in the back room of the bar. Didn’t care if anyone walked in. She wanted to touch the stars. Wanted to touch him. All over.
    As she ran her hands over his chest and down to his waist, he groaned and pulled away. “Damn you’re so fucking sexy.”
    She gave him a smirk. Sometimes she loved to be a tease. “Is that your only line?”
    “What can I say? The cat’s got my tongue.”
    Rachel blushed as he kissed her breath away—mashing his lips into hers, stabbing his tongue deep past her teeth before sliding down her body. He kissed in a fiery trail down the slope of her collarbone to the swell of her breast. Toying and teasing the edge of her areola peeking out from her bra. As dipped his tongue beneath the lace, she moaned even louder.
    “If you keep doing that, I’ll have to fill that pretty little pout of yours to keep you quiet.”
    A thrill rushed through her and Rachel blinked her eyes open. No man had ever spoken to her that way. But it didn’t turn her off. On the contrary—her pussy practically begged for more. Yes, yes! She ran her tongue over her lips and grinned. “Then maybe I should start screaming.”
    The man chuckled and wrapped his fingers around the top of her bra, yanking until her nipple popped free. “You’re feisty. I like that.” With his eyes locked on hers, he leaned down and swiped his tongue across the soft peak. It puckered in an instant and he grinned. “And responsive. The perfect combination.”
    Opening wide, he took her nipple into his mouth, flicking the tight little knob with his tongue, sucking until she whimpered. Working her up. Driving her wild. Her panties dampened and she squeezed her thighs together to ease the building ache.
    Just as she was about to beg for something—anything—to quench the desire, his hands were there. Slipping down her sides, over her hips, and up under her dress. He nudged her legs apart with his knee and before she could moan again, he tugged her

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