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He rose with her in his arms. He carted her around so easily, and his strength was intoxicating.

In the shadowed bedroom, he laid her on the big bed.

When he shoved his loose trousers off, she saw how hard that cock was. Her belly clenched. It was thick, and hard, rising up toward his abs.

“I want you,” she murmured.

“I know, beautiful.” He pressed a knee to the bed. Then he ran a hand down her body, from shoulder to thigh. The look in his eyes made her shiver.

When he touched the bandage on her leg, he moved over her, and pressed a gentle kiss to it.

God. Her belly was alive with sensations, not all ones she liked.

He was making her feel dangerous things.

Then he moved over her, his mouth on hers. He kissed her, pouring everything into it.

She kissed him back. Lost in it. In him. She arched into him.

Then he went lower, his mouth closing over one nipple again. One of his hands slid between her thighs, stroked, then two fingers pushed inside her.

Electricity raced through Hadley’s body.

Too much. The hard pull of his mouth, the press of his fingers.

She felt taken over. Owned. Swept away.

“Bennett.” Her voice was a little shaky.

He must’ve heard it. “I’ve got you, beautiful. I’ll take care of you, I promise. Now let go. Scream for me.”

His mouth dragged over her quivering belly, then it was between her legs. His lips closed over her clit and sucked.

“Now, Hadley.”

She had no choice but to tip over into hot pleasure.

She screamed, her vision sparking with spots of light and every muscle in her body contracting, then releasing. Pleasure was a violent rush.

Oh.God.

She lay there panting, her skin sensitized, her belly filled with heat. When she could finally see and think again, he was beside her, a faint smile on his face. But there was too much dark need on his features for him to look relaxed or happy.

Throat thick, she swallowed.

She needed more of him. And she needed to see him as out of control as her.

Hadley pounced.

She straddled him, shoving him flat on his back.

Her hands closed on his thick cock.

This was what she needed. This big warrior spread out for her. She’d take him, and make him want her as much as she wanted him.

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

He felt desire pumping off her.


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