Swearing under his breath, Remy nearly kicked the door open, pulling her out with him, which wasn’t easy. She stood there, high heels, her sexy garter and her hair tumbling wildly around her. Her beautiful mouth was swollen, her lipstick a little smeared. He placed her hands on the fender of the car and bent her over, pulling her hips back toward him.

“Hold still,” he growled when she wouldn’t stop moving.

“Hurry. I have to have you and you’re takin’ your sweet time. I’m burnin’ up inside. I swear, cher, I’m desperate for you,” Bijou pleaded.

He gave her buttocks another flat-handed smack, which only sent more heat flaring through her—he knew because her lavender honey spilled out. He entered her hard and fast, ramming deep, a brutal, savage stroke that she met with her body bucking back toward his. Her muscles clamped down hard around him, squeezing like the tightest fist. She sobbed with delight.

He kept up a harsh pace, driving into her over and over, his hand alternately soothing her bottom and smacking it. Each time he did, hot liquid poured over him. He loved the feel and intensity of it. He loved the scent of arousal and sex. He loved her sweet, hot, tight channel. He loved that no matter how rough he got, she met his every need with her own.

He held out as long as he possibly could, ignoring her cries and pleas, taking them both higher than he’d ever gone. Her muscles clamped so tight, the friction burned like hell and he was lost, exploding jet after jet of hot seed deep inside her. Her body wanted every drop, milking and draining him, while her cries disturbed the alligators in the bayou.

He fought for his breath, holding her still for a long moment, until reluctantly he slipped out of her. Remy was gentle as he helped her to straighten up. “When we get home, chere, I’m going to do slow and easy with you. I’ll show you what making love is.”

She had to lean against him, her legs unsteady. His seed trickled down her thighs, a sexy reminder that just made him want her all over again. He would never get enough of her.

“You have your clothes on,” she pointed out when he lifted her to walk around the car. “I’m all sticky.”

He kissed her hard. “I like you sticky, and I’m very fond of your high heels and garter. Let’s go home. I want to make love to you in a bed.”

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