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taste release on the back of her tongue. “Oh…oh…my God. Taft…”
    “Wait for it, baby…” he crooned, moving, touching places that set off mini-explosions deep inside her body until Zoe was ready to scream— just make me come, goddammit .
    And that’s when it hit. Like the crash of a wave she hadn’t known was coming, those magic hands probed all the perfect places again and again and again.
    Zoe shattered.
    The first slam hit so hard, she arched her back on a short, sharp scream, part surprise, part ecstasy. The following quakes were just as intense, and longer, the muscle-cramping, toe curling, lung-seizing type of orgasm. The type Zoe hadn’t had in far, far too long.

    “YOU ARE CRAZY HOT.” Taft's voice shook as he spoke. He kept his arm locked around Zoe's waist and supported himself with his hand flat on the table. She'd come so hard she'd damn near cut off the blood supply to his fingers. “I can't believe I'm still standing.”
    Zoe's body slowly lost strength as she relaxed. Taft drew her into him. Urgency focused his sex-crazed brain. He turned her toward him while lifting her at the same time.
    She locked her arms around his shoulders and tried to hug his hips with her thighs, but she was boneless. She pressed one hand against her head.
    “Whoa,” she said, then laughed softly. “Shouldn't move that fast with a lady after you've just forced all the blood away from her head, Walker.”
    He would have laughed-if his balls weren't turning blue.
    “Bedroom,” Taft said, his voice breathless and rough as if he'd been sprinting. “I wanna get inside you while you're still all hot and soft.”
    Her hazy green eyes paused on his face, and for a moment they just gazed at each other, as if seeing one another for the first time. Really seeing. With the recent rush of an orgasm fueling her body, she was stunning. Freaking incandescent . Her eyes shining. Her skin luminous.
    “I think,” she murmured, all ten fingers sliding through his hair from his neck to his crown. Tingles shot along his shoulders and gathered at the base of his spine. “That has to be the sexiest, most erotic thing a man has ever said to me.”
    His chest and groin swelled at the same time, but with completely different sensations.
    “ Where. Is. The. Bedroom? ” he asked, his teeth clenched against the need growing to maddening levels.
    “Top of the stairs,” she said before lowering her mouth to his throat and her hands to the buttons of his shirt.
    Taft turned and started for the stairs. She was light but solid. Fit. She was going to feel like a goddess beneath his hands. Like the devil in his mouth.
    By the time he'd reached the stairs, she'd released all but the few buttons tucked into his jeans and slipped her hand into the open space. Her palm pressed against his pec muscle, her fingers stretching to grip and feel. His skin tightened. Nipple hardened. All before she'd even moved her hand. Then her palm slid across his chest, down to his belly, and gripped the fabric, ripping it from his jeans.
    “You're rock hard, everywhere ,” she groaned against his neck. “I can't wait to lick you all over .”
    The desire dripping from her words took the strength from Taft's legs. He managed to catch himself with a shoulder against the wall, but couldn't continue.
    “Zoe.” He grew edgy with the fear of humiliating himself. “I…”
    Whatever else he said wasn't coherent. Zoe had snuck her small hand into his jeans and under the waistband of his underwear and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
    He dropped to his knees somewhere around the third stair, holding Zoe tight.
    She tilted her head and kissed him, her tongue tasting him with erotic detail. He had no idea when she'd unfastened his belt, button, or zipper, but his jeans were open and riding low enough for Zoe's hands to have full glorious roaming access.
    Her stroke make Taft's body jerk, then tremble. The searing pleasure was crippling. “Ah, fuck,