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      Axel caught her waist—a damn narrow waist—and brought her back in close again. His breath was labored, his boner now full-fledged and throbbing. “Lust, darlin’. Pure, unadulterated lust.” His voice dropped to a husky growl, and he ordered, “Now kiss me again.”

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      Instead of obeying, her fingers covered his mouth. “I don’t know,” she fretted. “This feels very dangerous.”

      “So live dangerously.” Axel nipped the tip of her finger, sucked it into the warmth of his mouth, and her lips parted on a whispered, “Oh.”

      Satisfaction roared through him. He licked the center of her palm and rumbled, “Better yet, I’ll kiss you.” He didn’t give her time to think about it or to deny him. He took her mouth with the verve of a sexually starved man, when in fact he never stayed celibate for more than a week. But somehow, this felt different. Hotter, more exciting.

      He had to have her. No other option would do.

      Her lips parted to the prod of his tongue and he sank in, tasting her deeply, slanting his head and bending her back so she’d feel his power, his greed. This time she groaned. The box of matches hit the ground with a quiet rustle and her nails sank into his shoulders, giving him a quick thrill that burned down to the core of his masculine being.

      Usually, he calculated his every move, timing himself for the best reaction, aware of the woman’s every response and countering it in a way to ensure success. This time, he acted solely on instinct and his own escalating need. Before he had time to consider it, his hand was over her breast, carefully because she felt so small and delicate, so completely female. She might have gasped, but with his tongue in her mouth, their breath soughing together, it was hard to tell.

      With his free arm around her back, he arched her into his body, holding her snug, pressing his dick into the soft seam of her thighs. Oh yeah, that felt good, too good.

      She pulled her mouth free, dropping her head back on a shuddering moan.

      Axel looked at her, the moonlight playing over her face, her lashes sending long feathery shadows over her cheeks. She looked young and aroused and ripe.

      He stared down at the sight of his dark hand covering her chest over the white shirt. Her heartbeat galloped and heat poured off, filling his nose with feminine spice.

      He bent his head to her throat, deliberately sucking her skin in against his teeth to mark her while plucking her buttons open, one by one, all the way to the waistband of her black slacks.

      Both her hands sank into his hair. “This is insane,” she all but wailed—but she didn’t shove him away.

      With her shirt gaping open, Axel slipped his hand inside, under her bra, and cupped silky bare flesh.

      Their gazes met and held.

      Her stiff little nipple prodded his palm.

      Keeping her eyes locked with his, Axel pushed the material aside, easing her shirt over her shoulder and down her arm, tugging the lacy bra low. He captured her nipple between fingers and thumb, and tugged.

      A near silent moan shuddered past her parted lips and her lashes fluttered.

      Neither of them said a word. The fountain gurgled, music floated on the air from the live band at the party, leaves rustled and crickets chirped. All Axel could hear was the rushing of blood in his ears and his own resounding heartbeat.

      His attention dipped to her breast. Beautiful. Small, but round and firm, and her nipple looked darkly flushed in the dim light. Her pale flesh made a striking contrast to her inky black hair. He pictured her white thighs open, the black curls between, and wanted her now, right here in the gardens.

      His arm around her waist pressed her upward an inch, and he bent to suck her nipple into his mouth.

      “Oh God.” She half laughed, half groaned, then whispered in amazement, “What am I doing?”

      “We’re having fun.” He insinuated his leg between hers, immobilizing her. “And we’ve only just started.”

      “But—”

      He sucked her nipple again, effectively cutting off her breath and ending whatever protestations she might have made. And while she was quiet…He smoothed his hand down her ribs, over the slight, delectable roundness of her belly, and pressed it between her legs.

      She jumped in surprise. “Oh wow.”

      Axel could feel the heat of her through her slacks. “Why couldn’t you be wearing a skirt?” he complained. He lifted his head and smiled at her while gently stroking, petting. His voice dark and low, he teased, “I’d much rather be touching you instead of stiff cotton.”

      She hung in his grasp, panting, flushed and ready, and then she whispered, “They unzip.”

      His knees nearly gave out. If ever permission had been granted, that was it. Scooping her up, Axel took three steps to a marble bench, stopping in front of it and standing her back on her feet. When she swayed, he caught her, steadying her then seating himself in front of her.

      “Let’s take care of the rest of these buttons first.” In rapid order he pulled her shirt free of her pants, opened the last button, and dropped the shirt to the ground. One side of her bra was down, showing her breast. He expertly opened the front clasp and the cups parted.

      A small sound escaped her, and again she swayed.

      “Beautiful.” He could have looked at her for hours, but now wasn’t the time, not with a party going on behind them and his dick so hard he hurt with needing her.

      When she started to cover herself, Axel caught her hands and put them on his shoulders. “Hold on to me.”

      Again, her short nails bit into his flesh, proving that she felt some of the same urgency that gripped him. To ease her into things, Axel forced himself to be content with her breasts for a time, sucking, licking, going from one nipple to the other.

      When she trembled all over, he opened the top button of her slacks.

      She kept squirming, making all those soft female sounds guaranteed to drive a man into a frenzy. He dragged the zipper down, and finally her slacks opened over a pale belly. Without hesitation, Axel tugged the pants down her hips, all the way to her knees.

      She gasped, stumbling back out of reach.

      Axel stared up at her. “Come back here.”

      Hands folded around her middle, she made an enticing, adorable picture. Her knees peeked at him above the lowered waistband of her slacks. Her open bra framed her modest breasts and tightly puckered nipples. Moonlight glowed on her startled face, showing her uncertainty and the arousal she couldn’t hide.

      “You don’t have to be afraid,” Axel soothed. “I know this is fast. Mach speed fast. And believe me, I’m not in the habit of fucking in the garden.”

      Her mouth firmed at his crude language.

      “Still, you can call a halt at any time.”

      She watched him, keeping a scant distance that wouldn’t do her any good at all if he were the type to force a woman, which he wasn’t.

      “You’d stop right now?”

      It’d kill him, but…“If you said stop, of course I would.” He waited, but she kept quiet, relieving him and firing him at the same time. “You should know, from the moment I saw you, I wanted you. Deny it if you have to, but I think you felt the same.”

      Again he waited, giving her time to adjust, and little by little her shoulders relaxed.

      She bit her lip, then said, “This is so strange.”

      “But exciting?”

      “Yes.”

      Axel couldn’t keep his gaze on her face,

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