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“No, it’s not.” He dragged his teeth across her bottom lip. “We can do dirty things to each other all night long. But it’s never going to be fucking.”

“Okay,” she wiggled out of her panties. “I’m ready.”

“God damn.” Feelings he couldn’t name filled his chest as he pulled Olivia closer. He took a deep breath and slid his fingers inside her wet heat. “This for me?”

“Yes…”

“Good.” He pushed his erection away from his stomach, slid it through Olivia’s slick folds, and then eased inside. “God damn.”

“Indeed,” she said against his neck.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and he heard her take a deep breath. “You feel so good, Olivia. I’m gonna drown in you.”

“Yes,” she said with a moan. “Drown together.”

Was there anything sweeter than being enveloped in this woman’s heat? Gritting his teeth, he willed himself to take his time. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

“No way,” Olivia groaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. “I want counter sex.”

He let out a rough groan, took her at her word, and gave her a feral thrust. She met him with a roll of her hips. “Wouldn’t mind a little more room to work.” Her gaze dropped to where they were joined, and she let out a little whimper when he worked himself out and then slowly back in.

“I…think…”

“I’m doing it wrong if you can still form a thought.” He bent his head and let himself go. If she wanted dirty kitchen sex, he was damn well going to deliver. He built up his pace, and the ancient dance began.

The beast and the beauty were a match, after all.

Moaning into the most insane kiss of her life, Olivia wondered why a grumpy recluse was the one to light her world on fire.

She did what she could to turn off the doubtful voice and focused on the man’s magic. Who cared if, three days ago, he wanted no part of her? Today, he did, and she wanted to wring every delicious drop of satisfaction she could.

Physical pleasure hadn’t been a part of her life for far too long, and she needed to savor every naughty second. The sound of Zane’s possessive growl knocked away her thoughts, and she let lust whip through her veins. “You are…”

“Making you incredibly happy?” he finished as he lifted his head.

His gaze was coated with a hunger she wasn’t entirely prepared for. Had anyone ever looked at her with that kind of desire?

Raw lust and something so unmistakably sweet clawed at her defenses, and she tugged on his arms until their faces were close. “Yes.”

“We’re only getting started.”

She bit back a smile and reveled in the bite of his tone. This, she thought, is what I’ve been waiting for.

To be consumed.

Desired wholly.

Looking into his eyes made words she couldn’t utter brush against the inside of her throat. She mentally swept away the sentiments and focused on the blunt finger pressing against her clit. If this was how she was meant to lose her mind, then so be it.

Her stomach shuddered, and she cupped his jaw, watching his long lashes brushing against his cheek. The way he made her feel…how had he managed to make her body a servant to his?

Touchable masculinity.

That’s what the man playing her body like an instrument had.

Every thrust made her body pulse.

She gripped his incredible ass with both hands and tried to bring him closer.

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