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“Which is it going to be, Tess? Here and now? Or in my bedroom until you can’t take any more?”

In the end, it wasn’t the idea of being seen that decided her. It was the knowledge that one quick fuck against the side of a building, while it sounded great right now, was not going to satisfy the hunger he’d created inside of her.

She needed more.

“Home,” she said, and cried out when he answered with a low growl and a hard shove of his hips. If there hadn’t been so much cloth in the way, she would have come right then and there.

Instead, she had to get her feet under her and try not to collapse on rubbery legs when he withdrew the support of his body. He kept one hand on her elbow, and that alone was probably more responsible for keeping her upright than her own wobbly sense of balance. He never said anything to her, just tightened those fingers around her elbow and began dragging her through the dark streets toward Park Ave.

The very first cab he flagged stopped for him. In any other circumstances, Tess would have snorted at that and said something about the perks of power, but as it was, she didn’t think she could say her name. She damned sure couldn’t remember her address, so she let Rafe tell the cabbie where to go while she climbed onto the big werecat’s lap and proceeded to try and undress him in the back of the taxi.

It was a very weird experience, almost like being drunk. There was one part of her mind still thinking clearly, and that part sort of stood back with its arms crossed and shook its head while all her other parts attacked Rafael De Santos as if he were a present on Christmas morning. She fumbled with buttons, tugged at hems and was reaching for his belt when the cab screeched to a halt. The sudden stop sent her tumbling off Rafe’s lap and onto the floorboards where she sat panting and dazed while the object of her lust climbed out and paid the cabbie.

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He stayed right there, too, until he reached in and hauled her out, swinging her up into his arms and striding toward the attended doorway of a posh uptown building. She wrapped her arms around his neck for balance and set her spinning head against his shoulder, hoping the dizziness would fade before they got to his bedroom. She didn’t want anything at all to interfere with her ability to sense and savor every single thing he did to her.

“Good morning, Mr. De Santos.” A uniformed doorman with a studiously bland expression nodded to Rafe and ignored the fact that he was carrying a disheveled blonde with wide, unfocused eyes into the sort of establishment where these things tended not to happen. “Nice to see you again, sir.”

“I’m not at home, Carson.”

“Of course you aren’t, sir.” The doorman followed them into the building and hurried to a set of gleaming elevator doors where he pressed the up button.

The doors slid open immediately, and Carson reached inside, pressed the button for the twentieth floor and stepped back. “Enjoy the rest of your night, sir.” Rafe growled something unintelligible as the doors slid shut in front of them, and the elevator started with a smooth glide upward.

Tess looked at the digital floor display above the bank of buttons and saw the difference between their current location and their destination. Even if she wasn’t capable of mathematical calculations in her current state, she was cognizant enough to realize there was a large gap between the two. She turned back to Rafe, blinked once, slowly, then dove for his mouth.

She caught his lower lip between her teeth and tugged at it, as if trying to pull his mouth into hers. When she released it, she went immediately back for more, nudging his lips apart and plunging her tongue inside to forage for his own. His response consisted of backing her up against the wall of the car, flipping open the button on her jeans and sliding his hand inside her panties.

Tess screamed against his mouth and bucked her hips against his hand.

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He tore his lips from hers and swore, something low and savage and foreign.

He shifted to brace one arm under her bottom in order to raise her higher while his fingers sliced through her wet folds to find her opening and thrust deep.

Tess threw her head back and screamed again. Two long, wide fingers speared into her, stretching her and filling her. The unexpected penetration made her mind fog and her pussy clench and she sobbed for the breath he had stolen from her. Her hips tilted and her legs climbed higher until her knees were clamped about his rib cage and his fingers had slid as deeply as they could reach.

His wrist twisted, fingers screwing inside her, and she moaned in pleasure and need.

“God, yes!” she panted, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut. “More…touch me…”

He leaned closer, clamping his teeth on the base of her throat, growling like an animal. Then his fingers moved and began thrusting, establishing a rapid, driving rhythm that caressed her internal walls and drove her closer to the edge.

She could feel her muscles bunching and tensing in preparation for climax and she whined at the unbearable pleasure.

Her fingers clutched at his shoulders, creasing the fabric of his suit jacket and biting into the flesh beneath. If he’d been shirtless, she might have drawn blood, but she didn’t care. Her body bowed in his arms, hips thrusting mindlessly against his hand. He shifted her again, his touch withdrawing momentarily and tearing a frantic cry of protest form her.

“No! More! Please, more.”

She could barely understand herself, but she needed him to understand. She needed him to understand that she would die if he stopped touching her. She would die.

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screamed again, wondered vaguely if the elevator was soundproofed, then squeezed her pussy around him and forgot everything else. She could feel her moisture flooding his hand and shuddered. The awkward confines of her jeans meant his hand cupped her mound while his fingers fucked her, keeping him from the deeper penetration she craved. She whimpered and squirmed and tried to draw the breath to beg. But he twisted his hand and pressed his thumb against her clit and nothing else mattered because she came, sobbing in his arms.

Rafe felt her climax, felt the ripples of her contractions gripping his fingers and fought for every shred of self-control he could muster. He wanted to tear off her jeans, throw her to the floor and fuck her right there in the elevator car, and to hell with the rest of the building. But he also knew that once he got inside her he planned to stay for a good long time, and he could think of better venues for that. Simmering, he let her ride out her orgasm as the car drew to a halt and the doors slid open.

Her eyes were closed and he doubted it had even registered that they had stopped moving. Her arms still clung to his shoulders, her legs still gripped him like a vise and her pussy still pulsed with aftershocks around his fingers. He didn’t bother to withdraw them as he carried her down the hall to his front door.

There were only two other apartments on his floor, and if one of the residents happened to see, he could damn well deal. Rafe had no intention of removing his fingers until he could replace them with his cock.

He strode to his door and pinned her to the wall beside it, listening to the tiny whimpers she made every time he moved and his fingers shifted inside her.

Her face had the soft, dazed sweetness of an angel who had savored her fall and he couldn’t resist kissing her, claiming her swollen lips and bruising them with the force of his desire.

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When he pulled away, her eyes fluttered open, fogged and unfocused and she blinked up at him while he reached his free hand into his pocket and withdrew his key. He saw her teetering on the drowsy edge of sleep and growled, shoving the key into the lock and forcing the door open impatiently.

“Stay with me, damn it. I’m not done with you yet.” He got no answer, but he didn’t think she was capable of one. Growling, he peeled her off the wall and carried her through the doorway into his entrance hall, kicking the door closed behind them. He looked down at her, saw her eyes drifting shut again and roared a denial. Damn it, she could
not
fall asleep on him now. Fuck his bedroom. He needed to get inside her in the next fifteen seconds before she drove him over the edge. His head jerked up and he looked around him for one frantic moment before he saw his opportunity.

She gasped, her eyes flying open when she heard the crash of glass shattering on the gleaming parquet floor. He saw sleepiness evaporate and grunted in satisfaction, causing another crash of debris as he swept his arm across the surface of the inlaid art deco console table in the middle of his entry hall. He saw her look around, take in the gleam of the mirror behind the table, the smashed vase of tulips, the puddle of water and the litter of broken pottery and dented silver at their feet. Then her gaze flew back to his and her eyes widened.

“Rafe,” she began, looking uneasy and hesitant, and he roared again.

“No! Now, Tess. I’ll have you
now
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away, exposing her nipples to his avid mouth. He latched onto one immediately, curling his tongue around the hard little point and tugging it into his mouth to suck hard. He heard her cry out, felt her hands bury themselves in his hair and he grunted in satisfaction. She tasted like spice and warm cream, and he wanted to lap her up until he lacked the strength to lick his whiskers.

“Rafe! God, how do you do this to me?”

He didn’t answer, just set his mouth to her other nipple and drew on it just as fiercely. She moaned his name and cradled him to her, her body already shifting restlessly against him. His hands insinuated themselves between their bodies and attacked her jeans, yanking the zipper the rest of the way down and then peeling the heavy, clinging fabric off her hips. She helped him, lifting her hips off the table, raising her knees to bring them into reach. He snarled at the way it put the cloth like a barrier between them, but as he took her panties down too, her bare flesh distracted him. He tugged the whole lot past her knees until he realized he’d have to step further away from her to pull them the rest of the way off. And that was
not
going to happen.

Leaving the fabric tangled around her ankles, he braced her feet against the edge of the table and grasped her knees, spreading them wide to make room for himself. Then he grabbed her hips and pulled them forward until her bottom bumped against her heels and she perched there, completely open to him. He shrugged out of his jacket as if it were on fire and reached down to open his pants. He grunted in satisfaction when he felt Tess’s hands on his shirt, fumbling with the buttons for a second before she uttered a frustrated cry and tore the fabric open. Buttons flew in all directions, clattering against the walls and the wood of the floor, but Rafe could see Tess’s gaze glued to his bare chest and felt a swell of pride.

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couldn’t wait another minute to be inside her. He yanked down his zipper and freed his cock, guiding it to her dripping entrance. Poised there for a brief moment, he looked down into her eyes and felt an unfamiliar wave of possessiveness wash through him. “Mine,” he growled, though he’d never said the word before in connection to a woman.

He felt his lip curl and his fangs extend, and he watched her eyes widen as he gathered himself and drove hard and deep to her core with one heavy thrust.

She screamed and parted like liquid velvet around him.

“Yes,” he hissed, coming to rest deep inside her, buried to the hilt in her tight, hot core. She felt like heaven. She rippled around his cock the same way she’d rippled around his fingers, with slow, hot pulses and the slick flood of cream he knew he wanted to taste before too much longer. But not now. Now he wanted to fuck her until she came apart around him and he spilled himself in her honeyed heat.

Bracing his hands on the table beside her head and his feet on the parquet floor, he let his muscles gather and began to pull back from her clinging heat.

“Wait! Wait.” She gasped and moaned, shifting restlessly beneath him. “Not yet. Can’t…I can’t. Not yet.”

He growled and continued to withdraw, sliding through her wet channel with slippery ease. Or it would have been easy, if she weren’t so tight and snug around his cock. Her pussy felt like a fist gripping him, and it was driving him crazy.

“You can. You will. Now.”

He heard her moan, whimper, heard a breathless sob as her body struggled to adjust to him. He knew he should go easy on her, give her time to get used to him, but he couldn’t. He needed her too badly to be kind. All he could do was try not to hurt her and make sure she came as violently as he intended to.

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His hips stopped when she held just the head of his cock inside her. He wanted to withdraw all the way so he could savor that first, maddening stretch as he entered her again, but he couldn’t bear to separate himself from her heat.

This would be easier on her anyway. Now that he was already inside, he could ride her harder than he could if he withdrew completely and forced her to take him all over again.

He stood there, muscles trembling, cock just barely inside her, poised on the brink of his next thrust with her body soft and pliant beneath him, but he wanted more. He wanted her to look at him. To watch him while he fucked her, while he claimed her. Ignoring the unfamiliar feeling of possession, he leaned down to bite her lip, to get her attention. Her eyes flew open, once again dazed and dilated, and struggled to focus on him.