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"You ever going to tell me your name at least?" she asked.

He shook his head and grinned when the pout got a little more oomph behind it. "Just call me Marine."

She rolled her eyes. "Are you a commander by any chance?"

He was, but he didn't advertise. "Why?"

She stood up with that sly smile on her lips, leaned over, and said in his ear, "Because, Marine, you could've had command of me any day."

When she pulled back, gave him a saucy wink, and turned to walk away, he grabbed her wrist and surged to his feet, pulling her tight against his chest. Her breasts pressed into him, and her eyes widened as she sucked in a quick breath of air.

She was tall in her fuck-me stilettos. At six-foot-two, it wasn't often a woman didn't have to tip her head all the way back to look at him, especially when they were this close. Her forehead aligned with his nose.

"You shouldn't go around saying things like that to just anyone, sweetheart. It could get you into trouble someday."

"You're not just anyone," she purred. In time with the erotic, musical beat, she swiveled her hips slightly, grinding herself against his aching hard-on.

Primal lust infused his body at her blatant display of sexual prowess. She was like a cat in heat. Ready, wanting. And the hell of it was he hadn't been quite so turned on in years.

"You don't know me." He gave in to the urge to glance around the club to see if one of his men was somewhere in the shadows watching, if maybe he had put her up to approaching him.

She laid a hand on his shoulder as the other scooted around his side and grabbed his ass. The move dragged his gaze back to hers.

"I know that a guy like you shouldn't be all alone on New Year's Eve when there's so many more enjoyable ways for two adults to spend the time…together. I know you caught my eye and that you like what you see."

He liked even better what he felt. Damn, she was hot. All lithe muscle with those breasts that just about burst the seams of that skintight leather.

She squeezed his right butt cheek, which made his cock jump behind the buttons of his too-tight jeans. Her throaty chuckle just about sent him over the edge. He pressed his hand between her shoulder blades, pulling her chest tighter against his.

She tossed her hair again and met his gaze. Her neck was long and slim, and he had the undeniable urge to taste her skin.

"I dare you," she whispered.

So he did. He leaned down and opened his mouth against her neck, swiping his tongue over her speeding pulse. She was sweet and slightly salty.

She moaned and leaned into him even more. Her hand left his ass and moved to the back of his head, pressing him against her. He nipped the pretty little indentation between neck and shoulder, sucked the skin there, and she shivered against him with a soft whimper.

"Who's the tease now?" she murmured.

He slid his hands down her back and splayed them over her leather-clad ass, pulling her tight against his cock. He nibbled on the sweet, succulent flesh of her neck, to her ear where he captured the lobe and the tiny diamond stud between his teeth.

"Ohh," she moaned. "Damn."

"Shh." He issued the order more out of habit, not that anyone could hear her soft sounds over the music.

He licked the shell of her ear even as he slowly, gently, rocked his hips against hers, creating a friction that could send him over the edge. Her tight skirt prevented him from getting too close to her core, though, which is where he wanted to be.

"You do like to be in control, don't you? To command."

"Shut up." He suckled her earlobe again, his heart pounding hard against his ribs. He loved being in control. Thrived on it. Lived on it. Because of it.

It's what frightened some women. Most women. He didn't think Tara was frightened, though. Not the way she clung to him and tipped her head just so he could get better access to the sweet spot behind her ear. He inhaled deeply; her hair smelled of flowers.

And then he captured her mouth with his. Hard and deep and wet. Her lip gloss tasted of cherries, and he groaned as he sank his tongue past those full lips to sweep into her mouth. She tasted slightly of rum, but she wasn't drunk. Her eyes were too bright for her to have consumed a lot of alcohol. She knew what she was doing.

Her long fingernails scored his nape, and a shiver streaked down his body straight to his groin. Shit. If he didn't get inside her soon, he was going to come in his pants like a fucking teenager.

He pulled back from the kiss, panting, and stared into her eyes. "I don't have much time."

A wicked gleam entered those gorgeous eyes as her lips tipped up in a sinful smile. "How much time do you need?"

He narrowed his eyes at her for an instant, reading the challenge in her comment, in the way she boldly stared at him. Lifting his left hand from her ass, he brought it up so he could glance at the time over her shoulder. 11:42. "Eighteen minutes."

She laughed and raised her eyebrows at him. "Well, aren't we specific?"

"Seventeen minutes," he said as the minute hand on his watch clicked one space.

"You're going to make me come in seventeen minutes? Or are you only worried about yourself, Marine?"

He grabbed a handful of her hair in his fist and pressed his lips close to her ear. "I can make you come no less than three times before the stroke of midnight. That's a guarantee, sweetheart."