Forged in Fire by Maggie Adams

Lucky knew he would have to end this soon or he would never be able to stop. She sent him to the edge every time he touched her. He had to trust that she understood what he had been trying to tell her. He lifted his upper body away from her and she moaned, her arms reaching for him in open invitation.
“You’re supposed to be stopping me, woman. I’m practically ravaging you,” he growled as he reached out and tore her gown down the middle, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze.
“I can’t help it if you make me feel this way,” she panted, arching closer to him, wanting to feel his exquisite mouth on her naked breasts. She leaned up and licked his lips with her tongue while she grabbed his shirt front and ripped it open, flinging buttons everywhere.
“Dammit,” he ground out as he took her mouth in a ravenous kiss. Her silky hair fanned out around them. He ran his hands through it, pulling her closer, not able to deny it any longer. He broke away for a second and stood up, throwing his shirt off his shoulders and taking off his jeans. In a moment, he was naked and flinging himself onto her body. She accepted his weight with a gentle gasp.
Lucky stared at her sultry half-closed eyes for a moment. “You want me, Renée and I want you. I’m not the man my family thinks I am. If we take this opportunity, I’m not making any promises, not now. Not ever.” He grabbed her face with his hands and forced her to stare at him. “Do you understand?”
Renée felt a flicker of fear. She knew with a certainty that she was in love with this man. He might be acting like an angry bear, but she believed what his family had said was true. He was a good honest man. Life had wounded him, and she wanted to be the only one to soothe the pain away. If only he would let her. She would give him back his pride tonight and let tomorrow take care of itself. She wanted to do this for him to show him, he was worthy of her love. She reached up and smoothed a lock of his hair. “I understand.”
Lucky swore at the look of love reflected in her eyes. She was so vulnerable and sweet, staring up at him with shining eyes. He hated doing this to her, but he could not make promises while he was still being framed for murder. He might not have a life to give her and it wouldn’t be fair to take advantage. She might think she was a cynical private detective, but when it came to her own personal life, she was a babe in the woods compared to what he knew now.
“Good.” He ripped the rest of the gown away, taking her panties with it. She gasped at his callous treatment. “I like it hard, fast and dirty.” He smiled with an evil grin as he forced her legs apart, thinking that any minute now, his actions might turn her away from him. He steeled himself for her rejection.
Renée stared at him. Her bear was in a reckless mood tonight. He was trying to warn her away. She could still see the pain, the vulnerability in his eyes. She entwined her legs around him, pulling him down on top of her and nestling him between her hips. She felt his hardness touch her and she wiggled in sensual delight. “You may like it hard and fast,” she whispered against his lips, “but you’re also going to love it slow and sweet.” She kissed his astonished mouth, softly rubbing herself against him, pressing as close as she could, willing him to surrender to her.

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