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  Kat nodded slowly and flexed her hands, aching to touch any part of him. When she licked at her bottom lip, Danny’s smiled faded and his eyes once again dropped to her mouth.

  “What do you want, Kat?” He searched her face, tilting his head to eye the curve of her neck and then righting it to drag his gaze over her collarbone and chin before returning to her lips. “Tell me what you want and I’ll show you how to take it.”

  Kat eyed the open collar of his button-down shirt. “I want to touch you. Under your shirt.”

  Danny smiled. “Well, you’d better take it off, then.”

  Kat raised her hands to the second button of his shirt. She tried unbuttoning it, but her hands were shaking too badly to do much more than fumble around. She tried once again, but, once again, the button slipped between her shaking fingers.

  With a frustrated huff, Kat dropped her hands and stepped back. She took a deep breath and tried to focus.

  Calm. Down.

  Kat stepped forward again, grabbed the button, and – once again – watched it slip out of her grip.

  Beyond impatient and frustrated, Kat fisted her hands into the already opened top of his shirt and yanked as hard as she could.

  A loud ripping noise cut through the silence and buttons went flying everywhere – pinging against counters, the fridge, and God-knew-what-else. Kat noted, with much satisfaction, that she had managed to literally rip Danny’s shirt right open.

  Her gaze lifted to find Danny’s eyes wide, his brows up, and that the smoldering had turned into full-on flames.

  He liked that.

  Good job, Kat.

  With a whole lot of satisfaction, Kat turned her attention back to getting her hands and mouth on Danny’s skin. Two hard yanks later, the buttons on both cuffs went flying, too. She pulled the sleeves off each arm and tossed the mangled shirt over her shoulder.

  Now all that stood between her and Danny’s naked torso now was a white cotton tee shirt.

  Kat cast an appreciative glance over his broad chest, across to the bulging bicep muscles straining the sleeves of the tee shirt, and down to his thick forearms.

  She lowered her hand to his right forearm. Kat heard Danny’s sharp intake of breath as she slowly began dragging her fingertips along ridges of muscle and skin. She grasped his wrist and lifted his arm, eyeing with complete fascination, the bulging veins, dusting of dark-blonde hair, and incredible muscle definition.

  Kat turned his arm over and, without any forethought, pressed her lips to his inner wrist and inhaled deeply. She nuzzled it gently, loving the concentration of his warm, masculine scent there.

  “Kat…” Danny breathed out, his other hand finding the nape of her neck and burying itself in her hair.

  She dragged his inner wrist over to her cheek, shocked and aroused to find his muscles trembling as hard as hers were. Kat pulled his arm away and held his left hand in both of hers.

  She ran the pads of her thumbs along each of his long, thick fingers – marveling, yet again, at the incredible sexiness of the strength and rough beauty of him. Kat turned his hand over and cradled it while lightly running a fingertip along the lines on his palm with her other hand.

  “Kat?” Danny half-groaned, half-moaned.

  When Kat looked up, Danny’s head was hanging low, his lids were hooded, and his lips parted as he watched her.

  “Yes, Danny?”

  “If you don’t stop that, this show’s about to be over.” He swallowed again. “Because you’ve got me right at that edge, sweetheart, and I-”

  Danny made a guttural noise when Kat lowered her lips to his palm and then groaned loudly when her tongue darted out to lick at it.

  “I can’t wait anymore, Kat…I need you…” Danny fisted both hands in her hair and yanked her mouth up to meet his.

  Chapter Twenty-One

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  Danny had tried to keep his shit together.

  He really had.

  Because he was the experienced one, the one who was supposed to be in control of this situation.

  But from the moment she’d uttered the words “I want you,” Danny’s insides had gone completely haywire. He was overwhelmed by things he was feeling, blown away by her soft, simple touches, and spiraling into an abyss of raw emotion he couldn’t hide from or contain.

  Kat broke away, Danny panting hard against the top of her head as she struggled to get his shirt up.

  She stilled, exhaling a soft laugh against his pecs. “Gonna need some help with this, Danny. I’m not the Hulk – can’t rip this one off.”

  “Oh, yeah, sorry.” Danny stepped back, grabbed the hem of his tee shirt, and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside as he met Kat’s gaze.

  Or tried to. As it turned out, Kat’s eyes were busy at the moment…staring at his body, his ink, or both.

  Some chicks liked tattoos, some chicks didn’t, and some were ambivalent. Most of the women Danny had slept with seemed to be into them, but Kat was nothing like those women. And he had zero idea what her thoughts were going to be.

  The weird look on her face didn’t bode well.

  “Not a fan of tattoos, I take it?” he asked.

  Kat shook her head. “No, I, uh…” She studied it, tilting her head both ways to get a better look. “I love tattoos, actually.” She glanced up, brow quirked. “Can I touch it?”

  “This is all about taking what you want, remember?” When Kat nodded, he said, “So, if you want to touch, then touch.”

  Please.

  God.

  Now.

  Hurry.

  Danny’s eyelids squeezed shut as Kat engaged in hardcore sexual warfare by slowly tracing the outline of the scrolled banner tattoo spanning most of his pectorals.

  “‘In the fell clutch of circumstance…I have not winced nor cried aloud.’” Kat read, dragging her fingertip over the text. “‘Under the bludgeonings of chance…My head is bloody, but unbowed.’”

  Danny opened his eyes to find Kat looking up at him.

  “That’s from the William Ernest Henley poem, ‘Invictus,’” she said.

  Why Danny was surprised, he hadn’t a clue. Of course Kat was as well-versed in Victorian poetry as she was in everything else.

  “Yep. Got it the day I turned eighteen.”

  Something in her eyes reflected an understanding – not of the details, obviously, but of the general principle.

  Thankfully she didn’t ask and Danny wasn’t about to offer.

  “Well, it’s beautiful work,” she murmured, the rest of her fingertips joining the first to run along the ridges of his pectoral muscles. She came very close to, but didn’t quite touch, his nipples – which only made Danny’s heart beat faster, his breathing harder, and his dick…

  Yeah, well, that particular appendage had gone rogue, jerking and jumping all over the place…desperate to get at Kat…straining against the fly of jeans so hard it hurt.

  Kat’s reign of sensual terror continued as she dragged her fingertips down the ridges of his left abdominal muscles, then up the right. She flipped her hand over and skated the backs of her fingers around his navel. “So much hair,” she murmured, half-smiling, continuing to rub the area with apparent fascination.

  “Yeah,” Danny choked out, utilizing every last reserve of self-control not to grab her hand and shove it down his pants. Instead, he gripped a kitchen chair for support and cleared his throat. “I…I…”

  Kat curled her fingers into his sides and lifted her lips to his left pec, pressing her lips against his skin.

  “Kat…” He fisted both hands into the hair at the base of her skull and held on gently as she continued kissing, licking, and nuzzling his chest. “Kat, please…”

  “Hmmm?” she murmured against his skin, answering his nearly incoherent plea. Kat lifted her eyes to his. “What, Danny?”

  The words echoed in his head as he stared deep into her eyes.

  I want to be inside of you.

  I want to own you.

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bsp; I want you to own me.

  Forever.

  But, for once in his life, the words would not come out.

  After a pause, and with the tiniest of smiles, Kat pressed her mouth to his body again. When her lips found his nipple, Danny’s arousal shot way past painful to downright torturous. And when, without warning, Kat licked his nipple – then gently bit the skin beneath it – all tenuous threads on Danny’s self-control snapped.

  He pulled her head up and lowered his until their mouths melded. Kat’s hands gripped his biceps for support as they did their desperate, grinding of tongues, teeth, and lips. Danny backed her up and turned her until her ass hit the edge of his kitchen table.

  In one smooth movement, he slipped his hands under her ass, lifted her, and set her on the table. Their mouths still fused, Danny slowly pressed her back until Kat was lying on the table, legs hanging off the side.

  Danny unbuttoned her jeans, pulled the zipper down, and slipped two fingers inside, over the front of her panties.

  Kat moaned into his mouth, tightening her grip on his neck. She flung her right leg around his waist and Danny held the left one snug against his side as his other hand pushed her panties aside.

  The moment he felt her warm, wet flesh against his fingertips, Danny groaned into her mouth. He rubbed at her gently and Kat began undulating against his hand with the rhythm of Danny’s strokes.

  A few seconds later, she pulled away, wide-eyed and panting. Kat propped herself up on her elbows and met his eyes, hers promptly rolling into the back of her head when Danny slipped a fingertip inside of her. Her lips parted, her head dropped back, and she moaned loudly when Danny began gently moving the fingertip in and out.

  “Oh…Danny…” she panted out. Kat’s hands dropped to his shoulders and her fingertips dug into his flesh. “Danny…”

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Say my name.”

  Because you are mine.

  Danny watched her facial expressions and incredible body movements with rapt fascination as he continued moving his finger against her and into her.

  “Danny…Danny…Danny…”

  The soft, sexy, little noises she started making drove Danny wild. He gently lowered her left leg and used that hand to push her shirt up over her bra and then shove her bra cups up…

  His breath caught, because, goddamn, if she didn’t have the sweetest, most perfect tits Danny had ever seen…and one fit into the palm of his hand perfectly.

  Just like he’d known it would.

  He stroked both of them before squeezing the right one, his mouth watering when her dark pink nipple hardened against his palm. Danny tried lowering his mouth to her, but the awkward positioning of his hand wouldn’t allow it.

  By the way Kat was moaning, panting, and lifting her pelvis up to meet his fingers, Danny was pretty sure she didn’t want him moving that hand any time soon, anyway.

  “Danny…” she panted out, still moving her body to match his rhythm. Kat lifted her head and met his eyes, hers glazed over and hooded.

  “Yeah, sweetheart?”

  “You need…to stop.” She gasped, then moaned, when he flicked her clit gently. She grasped his wrist. “Please, Danny…stop…”

  His hand stilled against her slick, swollen flesh. “Why?”

  “Because…if you don’t…” Kat panted a few times. “I’m going to have an orgasm on your kitchen table.”

  Danny laughed and began moving against her again. “That’s the point.” His smiled faded when her slickness coated his fingers again. “I want you to. I need you to. I can’t wait to feel you come against my fingers.”

  Kat moaned. “But…I want to…” Her head dropped back and her pelvis began rising up to meet his movements again. “I really want to…”

  Danny grunted as he slipped his fingertip back inside her tight, wet warmth. “What do you want, Kat?”

  “To have…oh, God…” She grasped his hand again, stilling it, and met his gaze. “You have to stop because I want to have sex!”

  Danny froze.

  He’d known damn well that’s what Kat wanted and what he’d been offering, but second thoughts had begun creeping in.

  “That’s not a good idea, Kat.” Danny searched the hazel depths of her eyes. “You think that now, in the heat of things, but…”

  Kat tightened her hold on his wrist. “I want to. With you. Tonight. Now, Danny.”

  Danny wanted it so fucking bad.

  Her virginity.

  Her body.

  He wanted to take it, claim it, and keep it like the insane caveman she’d turned him into. But, deep down, he knew that wasn’t what was best for her. Despite loving her more than he thought possible – or maybe because of that love – Danny wanted better for her. And he wasn’t going to stop her from experiencing better by robbing her of something she could never get back.

  Although, it was proving difficult to have a single rational thought with his hand down her jeans, her chest bared, and Kat gazing up at him with face flushed, eyes glazed over, and lips parted…

  Begging him to fuck her.

  Asking him to take something Danny couldn’t help but fantasize she’d been saving for him. Wanting to give him something Danny had been dying to have since the moment he’d met her.

  She’s better than that, and you know it.

  Too good for you.

  Too special.

  You’re dirty.

  She’s clean.

  You’re a nobody with nothing.

  She is…

  Everything.

  Danny’s chest ached looking at her gorgeous body splayed beneath him…her beautiful face…

  His breath caught at the affection shining in her eyes. Danny knew he’d never earn her love, but Kat cared for him. He saw it and felt it…knew she’d never engage in this stuff with someone she didn’t care for.

  Or trust.

  Behave in a way worthy of her trust, then.

  Despite the huge fist in his throat, Danny smiled and said, “Let’s start with this, okay? Then we can talk about the other stuff. And don’t worry about coming now…” He nearly groaned when his eyes dropped to the damp spot on her panties. “You can come now and later.”

  Danny met her eyes again, gazing into their depths…trying to communicate the words he wasn’t able to speak aloud.

  I want to wring you dry. I want to fuck you so hard and so long you won’t be able to walk for a week. I want your throat raw from screaming my name and every muscle sore from me taking you any and every way possible.

  Danny’s throat tightened, the emotions behind his lust suddenly bubbling up to the surface.

  I want to love the hell out of you and marry the shit out of you. So I can keep you forever. So I can take care of you. So I can talk to you, taste you, and hold you anytime I want.

  His stomach muscles clenched.

  Because I don’t want anyone else to have you. Because the thought of not having you is driving me insane.

  “Danny?” she whispered, her eyes wide. Kat searched his face, her brows low. “You okay?”

  Danny almost laughed. Instead, he pushed all of those thoughts away and yanked her jeans down to her knees, leaving her adorably sensible teal cotton bikinis right where they were. Kat’s eyes latched onto his fingers as Danny slowly pulled the fabric aside to expose her glossy, swollen flesh.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are, Kat?” Danny lifted his eyes to find her already staring at him. “How incredibly sexy and amazing?”

  Kat shook her head slowly, eyes wide.

  “Well, you are. And looking at you, like this…” Danny’s eye dropped back to her and very nearly groaned. “It kills me, sweetheart. Completely fucks with my mind. All I can think about is how much I want to touch you. And taste you. How good I want to make you feel.”

  Danny began stroking her again, softly at first, and then with increasing pressure until Kat was back to moaning his name and lifting her pelvis to match his st
rokes. Danny slipped his finger farther in, dying inside at how tight and wet she was.

  He continued plunging in and out of her, now sliding the pad of his thumb along her clit in rhythm.

  “Danny…” Kat pushed herself up, wrapped a hand around his neck, and pulled their mouths together again.

  Danny increased the tempo and Kat pushed against him in time until she abruptly pulled away.

  “Oh, my God!” She buried her face in his neck and panted against his skin, the waves of her orgasm washing over her.

  Danny kept his finger still inside of her, incredibly turned on by the feel of her body tightening and loosening around him again and again. He felt more connected to her than he’d ever felt before…more connected to her than he’d ever felt to anyone before, despite the fact they were both still mostly clothed.

  A few minutes later, when Kat’s orgasm had passed and Danny had no legitimate reason to remain that way, he withdrew and wrapped his arms around her. When he felt Kat’s body was still trembling, he held her tighter.

  Danny brushed a few strands away from the side of her face and gently kissed the top of her head. “You okay, sweetheart?”

  She pulled back enough to meet his eyes and gave him a wry smile. “I hope you don’t think that gets you out of sex, Danny.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

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  Danny brows dropped.

  Kat slid her hand down, between their bodies, until it rested on the huge, hard bulge in Danny’s jeans.

  She squeezed gently, loving the way Danny’s head dropped back and his lips parted, eyes latched onto her mouth. “This time we are going to do something about this, Danny.” When he shook his head, Kat nodded. “Yes. We are.” She gave him another gentle squeeze.

  Danny looked down, watching as Kat began rubbing him over his jeans.

  “We shouldn’t,” he groaned out, betraying his words by pressing his erection harder against Kat’s hand. Danny met her gaze. “But…” He swallowed hard when Kat increased the pressure slightly. “Maybe you can just rub it for a while…if you don’t mind…” Danny groaned when she undid the button on his jeans.