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Then her top dropped to the floor.

She arched. “Decker—”

“I know.” His mouth tracked her throat in slow licks and soft bites that had her knees turning useless. “I’ve got you.”

He caught the stretchy waist of her leggings and shoved them down. She shimmied her hips to help him until the garment puddled around her ankles. She kicked them aside, forgotten.

His gaze swept her like a starving man who’d found the only meal that mattered.

He hooked a finger beneath the lace at her hip and tugged. “These,” he said in a rough scrape, “have no business covering up your beautiful body.”

Her breath came in short pants, eyes dipping with desire. “Then take them off.”

He did, kneeling to peel her panties down with a patience that wrecked her more than haste would have. His mouth toyed with the inside of her knee. The scrape of his unshaven jaw lit a fuse straight to her core. Another kiss at the top of her thigh, right where her pulse kicked hard, made her toes curl.

“Decker!” She searched for something to hold. He rose to his feet, fitting himself against her again, one palm braced on the wall over her head.

He kissed her again as his other hand slipped between her legs. His fingers were hot, sure, finding slick welcome and testing the shape of her with a low sound that vibrated in her mouth.

He stroked her once, a slow, deliberate glide that made her knees buckle. He caught her weight easily, bracing his thigh between hers to hold her open.

“Too much?” His lips met the corner of her mouth.

“Not enough.” She twisted her mouth into his with desperation.

His smile spread under her lips—wicked and pleased—and he pressed the pad of his finger to her clit. A shiver rolled through her so hard her head tipped back and thumped the wall. He licked into her open mouth at the same time, stealing her gasp as he circled and played, then dipped lower. One finger slid inside her, stretching in a slow push that made her moan.

“God, you’re tight.” His forehead rested against hers for a beat as if he needed that anchor. “So damn wet for me.”

“Been wet for you—” She broke off on a whimper when he curled his finger, finding that place that made fireworks detonate behind her eyes. “Since you walked in and looked at me like you…”

“Like what?” He added a second finger, deliberate, filling her until her body learned the stretch and demanded more. He set a rhythm, shallow then deep, thumb dragging lightly over her clit between thrusts.

“Like you took me apart with your eyes,” she gasped.

His answering groan vibrated all through her. He lowered his head and closed his mouth over her nipple through the lace, sucking hard enough to draw a shrill cry from her. The wet heat of his mouth, the graze of teeth, the suction paired with the relentless curl of his fingers shredded her. She clawed at his shoulders, at the wall, at anything, her hips chasing every stroke without shame.

“Look at me,” he ordered softly, lifting his head. When she obeyed, he bit the other nipple and sucked until her back arched, offering more. His fingers never stopped working her.

“Bossy! Oh, God—don’t stop, don’t stop.” The words spilled out, broken and needy.

“I’m not stopping. Give it to me.”

Her thighs trembled. Tension coiled low in her belly. The fuse hit the powder.

She flew apart.

The orgasm crashed through her. She cried out, head thudding back, vision blacking as she clenched around his fingers, milking them.

He issued a long, answering moan and held her through it, working her gently, kissing whatever skin he could reach while he rode the aftershocks with her.

When she went limp, he eased his hand away and caged her with both arms, forehead resting against hers again while she caught air. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. His was a heavy drum under her palm where she’d curled her fingers against the warm steel of his chest without realizing.

“Still with me?” His voice was sandpaper.

She hardly had enough air to laugh. “Barely.”

His smile hit her like another caress. He slid an arm beneath her thighs, the other around her back, and lifted her in one clean, effortless sweep.