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She nodded, too turned on for speech. And too enthralled for doubts. He strode ahead, tugging her behind. Now they’d established the ground rules, he was all action. Thank goodness. She didn’t want to have to resort to begging and pawing at him. So tacky.
Adrenaline slammed through her, shunting energy to every part of her body until her pulse thrummed right down to her fingertips. Her senses heightened, her skin buzzing and her vision eclipsed by the virile, determined man in front of her.
Stefan tugged her by the hand into her bedroom and closed the door after them.
“You’re astounding, do you know that?” He scanned her features with heated eyes.
She shook her head, her throat hot. If he didn’t touch her soon, or allow her to touch him, she’d disintegrate into a million pieces.
He flared his nostrils, sucking in a breath, and then said, “Take your underwear off.”
A husky command. He held up his hand, palm flat, waiting for her offering. Alana's blood turned to melted wax. Ignoring the liquidity of her limbs, she tilted her head, eyebrows arched.
“You’re a long way from work where you give orders, detective,” she said, but she obliged, because this tryst had been her idea. No time for coyness now, not when she was finally getting what she’d craved since the day he'd returned. Time to be all in, or get the hell out of Dodge.
She braced herself steady with one hand on Stefan's forearm, while she shimmied her panties down her thighs and then stepped out of them, one foot at a time. Holding his self-satisfied stare, she dropped her damp thong in the centre of his palm, with as seductive a smile as she could manage. Why deny the effect he had on her?
Stefan glanced at the lace and then grinned, then to her complete astonishment, Alana watched as he lifted the lace to his nostrils and sniffed hard, inhaling her scent as if he was getting high on it, on her, and his eyes didn't leave hers for one second. He did it again, closing his eyes this time as he bit his lower lip.
She watched helplessly as he tucked it inside the back pocket of his trousers. Then with one tug he brought their chests and thighs and mouths back together.
“You—” he cupped her face and slanted his mouth over hers, eyes open, bold stare pinning her immobile “—have been driving me out of my mind for days.”
He took her hand and pressed it to the steely length of him, guiding her to stroke him through his pants, his hand over hers.
“I could say the same about you.” He was rock hard. She squeezed her thighs together, seeking a modicum of relief.
“We'll be taking this slow. I intend to get my fill of you. To taste every part of you, over and over until neither of us can walk.”
“Another new experience. I can’t wait.” Alana clung to him, her eyes just shy of rolling back. “I thought you’d never break.”
She looped her arms around his neck and tugged his mouth down to hers once more as she pushed him backwards towards the bed. Through kisses, she fumbled with the button fly on his jeans until she’d freed his thick erection behind. He hissed, his hand covering hers to still her frantic fingers.
“This time, it’s your rodeo.” He cupped her breast through her dress, his thumb stroking the nipple to a hard peak. “Next time, and the multiple times after that, will be my way. Understood?”
She nodded, ready to promise anything to get what she wanted—him, inside her, losing his phenomenal control. Stefan fished a condom from his pocket with a wry twist of his mouth. He handed it to Alana and sat back, his arms stretched and his stare flitting between her bare legs, her pebbled nipples and her face.
Alana's mouth filled with saliva. He was hers to play with. Sprawled out beneath her, hard, ready and willing.
Forcing herself to sidle slowly with a seductive sway of her hips, rather than bound onto his lap with embarrassing eagerness as was her natural inclination, she sauntered close until her thighs slotted between his, which were spread wide, the prod of his manhood rising above his open fly.
Alana placed the condom next to him and lifted her dress above her knees. When his gaze left hers to follow the path of the hem, she slowed the progress down, enjoying the way air gusted from his nose with every rise and fall of his broad, sculpted chest.
As payback for torturing her with his impressive stamina, she stopped just short of showing him everything, instinct telling her Stefan was a man who always got what he wanted in the end. She might as well draw out the anticipation. Keep him on his toes. Drip-feed him, until he snapped and took what he wanted.
With her thighs bracketing his, she straddled his lap, rising up on her knees to force his head back so she could kiss him the way she’d longed to. She traced his lips with hers and then repeated her path with the tip of her tongue. She cupped his face and angled his head so she could deepen the kiss—a tangle and slide of tongues that left them both panting for air.
He groaned and one arm banded around her waist to hold her close and the other sliding up her thigh until his fingers delved between her spread legs.
He hissed. “Fuck, you’re soaking wet,” His fingers probed her entrance from behind while his mouth settled hot and demanding over one taut nipple.
“Yes. It’s your fault.” A whimper caught in her throat as he sucked hard through the fabric and then scraped with his teeth.
She released her hold on his hair to take off her dress. She wanted to feel his sexy day-old stubble scrape her nerve endings alive. He obliged. With an impatient tug, he followed her lead and pulled the dress off until both her aching, heavy breasts spilled free.
He cupped one, his hot stare tracing her while his thumb tortured the nipple again and again with rough swipes. “So pretty.” Then he swooped, his mouth covering the glowing bud with long sucks and flutters from his talented tongue.
Alana dropped her head back, too strung out to hold in the moan of delight his fingers inside her and his mouth laving her breast unleashed.
He pulled back. “You’re going to have to stay quiet. We don’t want to wake the baby,”