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"You don't know me."

"But I'm trying to. Why can't you see that?”

“If you knew what was good for you, you’d stop.”

“I have no intention of stopping.” She looks up at me. “Why won’t you let me in?"

Reaching for the back of her neck, I pull her mouth to mine and swallow whatever she was about to say next, because if I go one more second without touching her, I'm going to come apart.

I kiss her. It's a fierce and rough kiss that tells her exactly how long I've been holding myself back.

She doesn’t fight me. Her mouth opens to let me in, and I drive my tongue into her sweet mouth, rewarded with a whimpering moan that undoes any lingering doubts about crossing this line.

I push her back until her back hits the wall, pinning her there with my body.

I yank her T-shirt up and pull it over her head. She's not wearing a bra, and God her breasts are beautiful. She’s beautiful. I drop my mouth to her throat and drag it down until my mouth closes over her nipple.

She gasps so hard her whole body shudders. When I suck harder, her head falls back against the wall, and a moan rips from her luscious lips.

She pulls at my belt buckle with determined fingers.

"I want you…” she rasps desperately.

But I grab her hand to stop.

"You broke in to find out if I am human and capable of feeling anything." I drag her hand slowly down my stomach, over my buckle, and lower so she feels every inch of what she's done to me. "Now ask me again."

Her palm flattens over the rigid outline, and her eyes flare with carnal heat.

I don't look away, and neither does she. I unbuckle one-handed, then unzip my jeans and push them down. Next, I push down my black trunks so I’m naked and standing very erect and thick in front of her.

But the whole time she keeps her eyes on mine like she's daring me to make her look.

I take her wrist and put her hand on my cock. Her fingers close around me, skin to skin, and her face softens with the surge of pleasure she feels.

The desire written all over her face undoes me. The same with the way her mouth falls open and the way her eyes become hooded and glazed. How she crushes her teeth into her lip.

I close my hand over hers, and we start to stroke my cock.

She watches me watching her, that wild desire rampant on her face. She licks her lips without breaking eye contact as we move our hands up and down my shaft.

"See what you do to me." I’m barely holding it together. "Feel what you do to me."

I lean in until my forehead is nearly against hers.

"See how much I want you."

Pleasure gathers hot in my belly, and I have to bite it back or I’m going to come. Because she’s soft and gentle and so fucking sweet, just one touch is enough to unravel me.

"You're going to make me come," I tell her.

Her thumb slides over the slippery head of my cock, sending a tremor rolling through me.

"Then come," she whispers.

“No,” I say, stopping our hands.

I pull her hand off me.