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Before I can even knock, Aidan yanks open the door.

He pulls me inside, kicks the door shut, takes me into his arms, and kisses me passionately.

I kiss him back, desperate for him to make me forget everything except the way it feels when his mouth is on mine.

Without a word, he pulls my T-shirt up and over my head. He flings it to the floor and kisses me again.

He’s not wearing a shirt, so my breasts are pressed against his bare chest. His skin is smooth and hot, and he feels wonderful.

“I thought you were supposed to be telling me why you left without saying goodbye yesterday,” I tease.

Instead of answering, he picks me up and carries me into his bedroom. I marvel that he can do that with such ease because I’m nowhere near what could be described as petite. But then he’s lowering us to the mattress and pressing the long, hard length of his body against mine, and I forget about his strength because I’m too busy luxuriating in how good he feels on top of me.

“I love how much you weigh,” I say breathlessly, squirming underneath him. “You’re so solid.” I almost add It makes me feel safe but bite my tongue.

Now isn’t the time to have a chat about my recent meltdown after what happened in the kitchen.

Kissing my neck, he says, “Is that number one on that list you were gonna make about all the things you like about me?”

“It’s not even in the top ten. Please keep doing that. I love how your beard feels on my skin.”

Into my ear, he says gruffly, “That’s twice you’ve said the word love, little rabbit.” When I don’t respond, he raises his head and gazes at me with one brow arched.

Shivering, I whisper, “Um. Okay.”

He chuckles.

“Hey, if you can get away with using that word to cover entire conversations, so can I.”

“Oh, you think the same rules apply to bunnies as to big bad wolves?”

His tone is dark and hot, and there’s a thrilling glint of danger in his eyes. Knowing exactly what I’m doing, I blink up at him innocently.

“I thought bunnies made the rules that the wolves had to follow.”

“No, you didn’t. Liar.”

He flips me over, yanks my jeans down my hips, and spanks me.

When it’s over and I’m lying there panting and trembling with need, he says softly, “Was that too hard?”

“No.”

“Think about it for more than half a second before you answer.”

Craning my neck, I look at him over my shoulder and meet his burning gaze. “I know you’re worried you’ll hurt me. Thank you for that, but I like it rough.”

Gazing down at me with those dark eyes alight, he says, “We need to have a safe word just in case.”

“What exactly is a safe word?”

“It’s a word that makes everything stop when you say it.”

“Hmm. How about cheesy?”

He arches his brows, waiting for an explanation.

“Because it is cheesy.”

“No, it’s necessary. We need to communicate clearly about these things.”

I frown at him. “Since when are you Mr. Conversation? Half the time, I barely get a grunt out of you.”

Kneeling over me and stroking his palm over one of my burning ass cheeks, he smiles. “That’s funny.”

“In what way, exactly?”

“I talk to you more in one day than I talk to anyone else in a week.”

I make a face at him. “Really? How are you still in business? Do you know sign language or something?”

He bends down and bites my ass. When I yelp in surprise, he bites the other cheek, laughing against my skin.

“Such a mouthy little rabbit,” he whispers, rubbing his beard over my stinging behind. Then he slides a hand between my legs, and his voice gains an edge. “And so ready for me.”

I close my eyes and curl my fingers in the sheets, lying still as he glides his fingers through my wetness. He takes his time, lazily stroking my clit until I’m panting.

“Aidan?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I need more.”

“And you’ll get it. When I’m ready to give it to you.”

I turn my face to the sheets and wriggle my bottom, attempting to hurry him along.

“Bad bunny,” he whispers hotly.

“Please?”

His groan is soft. He tugs on my clit, gently pinching it between two fingers to elicit a gasp from me, along with more begging and bottom wiggling.

“Please, Aidan. Pretty please.”

In a dark, sensual voice, he says, “Shake that ass one more time, and I’ll assume you want me to fuck it.”

I fall still. Breathing hard, my whole body trembling, I say, “D-do you want to?”

“You know I do. Know what else I want?”

I can smell him on the sheets. The earthy warm musk of his body, that indelible, intoxicating scent of a male in his prime.

I want to roll around in these sheets like a dog in mud, getting his scent all over me, smothering my skin in that delicious smell so I can never wash it off my body.

I whisper, “What?”

He leans down near my ear, so close I feel the heat coming off him in waves.

“Everything. I want every fucking thing you have to give me, Kayla. And I want you to give it to me without hesitation. Without question. And without regret.”

The sheer dominance and desire in his voice makes me shiver. My nipples are hard and my pussy is throbbing, and I’d sign over the deed to my house and everything else I own right now if only he’d hurry up and fuck me.

I blurt, “Okay.”

To my great disappointment, he says, “No. We’re not there yet.”

“I am!”

His exhalation is ragged, sending a wash of warm air over my shoulder. “Sweet girl. I love that you said that. But you’re not.”

He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, making me shudder in desperation.

“How do we get there?”

“Time.”

He slides a finger inside me, pressing deep. I moan, loving how it feels but still needing more.

“And practice.”

He adds another finger, working it inside me as I clench the sheets.

“A lot of practice.”

He thrusts his fingers in and out, biting me harder as he finger fucks me. I tilt my hips and spread my thighs wider, my heart racing and my body responding to him as if he’s playing it like an instrument.

“Oh God. Aidan. Aidan.”

Into my ear, he softly commands, “Beg me to let you come.”

“Yes! Please, yes, that’s exactly what I was going to say, will you please, please let me come?”

I don’t care that I’m babbling. I don’t care how I must look, writhing around mindlessly underneath him. I don’t even care that all it took for me to hand him the reins to my mind and body was a few words, spoken in that soft, commanding tone that somehow drives me crazy.

All I care about is the fire between my legs that I need him to quench immediately.

“Look at you fucking yourself on my fingers,” he growls. “Look at those greedy hips move. Does my bunny not know she’s supposed to take what I want to give her?”

It’s a question that doesn’t require an answer. Which is good, because I’m not capable of speech at the moment, anyway.

In the most dominant voice he’s used yet, Aidan says, “Here in this bed, this is what happens: I give. You take. You’ll take and you’ll take until you break, then you’ll beg me to break you all over again.”

On the verge of orgasm, I sob.

“Don’t you dare let go without my permission,” he growls, thrusting those long, hard fingers inside me over and over again.

I make a garbled sound of pleasure and frantically grind against his hand. My eyes roll back into my head.

Just as I’m about to tip over the edge, Aidan pulls his fingers out of me.

Ignoring my whine of protest, he pulls my jeans down my legs and tosses them away. Then he hikes me up to my knees and gives me a series of fast, stinging slaps on my ass as he grips the back of my neck, holding my head and chest down against the mattress.

It’s not enough. I want it harder, I want it faster, I want him to ruin me.

I want him to make me forget my own name.

He stops spanking me the instant I moan.

Panting, he says, “Talk to me.”

The only thing I can manage is a breathy and broken “More.”

He smooths his hand over my burning bottom, then bends down to kiss it. Then I hear the sound of a zipper being ripped open. A moment later, the head of his hard cock nudges my entrance.

Through gritted teeth he says, “Repeat the safe word.”

“Cheesy.”

“Good girl.”

Gripping my hips, he shoves inside me with a guttural grunt.

This time, my moan is one of gratitude.

Then he fucks me. Hard and fast, his fingers digging into my flesh. I feel the cold bite of metal on the back of my thighs and realize he didn’t pull his jeans all the way down before taking me.

He couldn’t wait any longer, either.

He bends over, reaching beneath me to squeeze my breast. Panting and pulling on my hard nipple, he drives into me relentlessly until my moans are so loud, they echo off the walls. My pussy clenches around his cock.

“Don’t you dare,” he hisses.

The warning only makes me hotter. I flex my hips in time to his thrusts, straining to get him as deep as he can go inside me, until suddenly he falls still.

Breathing hard, he moves his hand from my breast down between my legs. He slides his fingers all around, then strums his fingertips back and forth over my swollen clit.

As he undoubtedly knew it would, that instantly makes me orgasm.

Crying out, I jerk violently. My pussy convulses, clenching over and over again in hard, rhythmic waves.

“Come, baby! Ah, fuck yes, come for me!”

He sounds triumphant.

I understand then that forbidding me to climax was part of this game, that he knew every minute I’d hold back would add to my pleasure when I finally let go, and I’m stupidly grateful that he knows what he’s doing, because this is exactly what I needed.

He’s exactly what I needed.

A handsome stranger with secrets in his eyes and a way of looking at me as if he already knows everything there is to know about me. As if I’m a book he’s read a thousand times and highlighted all his favorite passages.

As if he already knows how this is going to end.

He falls on top of me, pushing me flat onto my belly on the mattress and trapping me with his weight. With both hands clenched in my hair, he thrusts hard a few more times, then moans my name.

Shuddering, he empties himself inside my body.

I close my eyes and brace myself against the huge wave of emotion cresting to a peak above me, then surrender to its churning darkness as it crashes down and carries me, tumbling, far away.