He twisted his fingers inside her and hooked them upward, reaching a sensitive spot in her slick channel that nearly had her coming off the bed. And if he kept touching her there, she’d be coming. Period.
Lauren thrust her hips up and pleaded, “Now. Please.”
“Soon.”
“But—”
As he thrust his fingers deep again, she felt him shake his head. No.
Damn!
Soft strands of his hair tickling her skin as he shifted down, his mouth leading the way. Pressing soft kisses on her shoulder, the side of her breast, her belly…lower, she gasped, writhed, moaned.
“I’ve got to taste you.” The words were a harsh whisper against the bare flesh of her sex as he rubbed and pressed against the ultra-sensitive spot inside her. “Open for me, Lauren.”
She did, probably setting a new world record as she bent her knees, raised to him in invitation. Ready, eager, for him to envelop her, fill her…fulfill her.
“You’re damn tight,” he gritted, maneuvering his fingers into the hot depths of her sex. “How long has it been?”
She was about to explode into a million pieces and he wanted her to answer a question? “Two years, “ she gasped. “And a few months.”
“Then let’s make sure you’re good and wet before I fuck you. Because I’m going to tonight. Hard.”
Tim had never talked dirty. Never been edgy or blunt. For years, sex with him had been mechanical and automatic. Silent. Her stranger
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brought an intensity to the bedroom that drove her wild. Well, that and the way he touched her. The way he noticed her flushing skin, responded to her fresh waxing, cared about her part of the experience.
Whoever he was when he wasn’t seducing her, he must be at least a somewhat decent guy.
If that was the case, why would he resort to sneaking into her house and cuffing her to her bed to get her attention?
Good question. And she really ought to get an answer now. Many answers, actually. Caving in to ruthless seduction by a breaking and entering seducer? Some rational part of her brain reasserted itself and insisted she wasn’t ready to raise the white flag. Begging a stranger to claim her body and take her as he pleased? Stupid.
“Do I know you?”
“No questions. Not tonight.”
“Yes, tonight. Right—”
He glided a thumb across her clit, the sweet, hot friction robbing her ability to speak.
“Ohmigod!”
“More?” he taunted.
No, get the hell out—of my body, my bed, my life
; it should be the automatic response. It wasn’t nearly as automatic as whimpering and lifting her hips to him.
She fought to whip up her defiance. But why fight everything she’d been wanting since her divorce? Hell, since her marriage to Tim had gone south? Lauren wanted passion, hot and wild with no strings attached.
This stranger was giving it to her, as if he knew her body so intimately, so perfectly.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Good girl. I’ve got a reward for you…”
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The fiery press of desire burned between her legs. His hot exhalations grazed her clit, sending her temperature spiking.
Before she could berate and beg him in the same breath, he settled his head between her legs, wiggled those fingers still impaling her, and ran the tip of his tongue right over her clit.
Lauren screamed with the livewire sensation. Shocking hot. Wickedly destructive.
The sensations magnified when he sucked her clit into his mouth.
The wet blade of his tongue stroked her sensitive nubbin, shredding her self-control.
With a loud cry, Lauren arched to him, gripping the headboard in her fists.
“That’s it,” he urged. “I’ve thought about doing this to you so many times…” he murmured against her slick folds.
In an insistent pace, he kissed, nipped, suckled, thrust—and utterly possessed her. Pleasure soared. Blood engorged her flesh, making every swipe of his tongue even more sensitive than the last. Her heart roared like a wild gong in her ears.
Boom, boom, boom.
Tighter, tighter, the ache coiled, building into something beyond big. Huge was too small. Gigantic.
Phenomenal. Mind-bending.
“Oh! Oh my…” she panted.
“Now,” he demanded, thrusting his fingers into her depths and finding just the right spot as another lash from his tongue had her ache peaking, her pleasure skyrocketing.
With a scream, she exploded in a never-ending series of spasms and clamped down on his fingers, ecstasy saturating her.
Lauren had barely caught her breath before the stranger wound his way up her body, covering her. Every inch of his body was rigid with
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hunger, taut with holding back. She shivered, knowing what he’d want next.
Feeling how much she wanted it, too.
“Are you still on the pill?”
Still?
He knew she had been? Did he know about her irregular periods, too? “Yes.”
“Good. Got to fuck you. Now,” he growled. “Nothing between us.”
“Nothing?” She panicked. No condom?
“I’m healthy. I promise.”
“I can’t just take the word of a stranger.” Even if he sounded so damn sincere.
“I swear, I haven’t touched a woman without a condom in twenty years. I just had a physical, and I’m clean. You’re safe. I would never endanger you in any way. Please.” His grip tightened on her. “Please.”
Odd and crazy, but she believed him. Or maybe she was just melting from the inside out at the idea of nothing between them but more of the passion he was so adept at giving in a world-class way. Whatever it was, she did one of the most wild, impulsive things of her life and gave him a shaky nod, her chest rising, falling, aching.
Hell, she’d just come as well as any porn star, but his intensity and determination alone were enough to renew her arousal again.
He fitted his hands beneath her, then cupped her ass in the hot scald of his hands, and whispered, “I’m going to get inside you, so damn deep you won’t remember what it’s like without me there. I’m going to make you ache, make you beg. Make you mine.”
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Noah took a deep breath, determination to do exactly as he said washing through him. And by the time tonight was over, she was going to feel his possession all the way down to her heart.
Under the soft golden light beside her bed, she flushed a pretty pink once more and bit her lip, now swollen from his kisses. Her soft blondish-brown curls tumbled around her shoulders, longer strands caressing the pale column of her neck and curling toward her breasts.
God, she was gorgeous. And he couldn’t believe that tonight—
finally—she was his.
A fact that wasn’t going to change—not if he could help it.
Lauren Southall was about to experience what ten years of a man’s pent-up lust felt like.
Hell, he’d tried everything—every woman—to take away the edge.
He’d known for years, from the first time he met Lauren, shook her hand, and saw those brown eyes dancing with life and humor, that he
had
to have her. But Tim’s wife had been off-limits. Over the years, he’d seen her happiness dim, known the divorce was inevitable. And he’d bided his time, occupying it with women like Misty who expected nothing more than good sex and a nice parting gift.
Now, his waiting and planning—the biting ache for a woman he could see and talk to, laugh with and touch casually, but never
have
—was all about to be over.
Noah swallowed hard, gripped her hip with one hand and guided himself to her steamy entrance with the other. He eased in an inch, gritting his teeth against the hot silk of her wet sheath tightening on him, still rippling with gentle aftershocks.
The blindfold shielded her eyes from him, and he cursed the necessity of protecting his identity so she could feel him—and not be
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weirded out by the fact she was fucking Tim’s buddy and her boss. But damn, he wanted to see her expressive eyes widen as he filled her.
He would, he promised himself. Someday, he’d look right into those saucy dark eyes as he gave her every inch he had, every bit of love he’d been feeling for years. First, he had to own her body, prove he could master it. Surely, her heart and her body were connected, so once he’d conquered one, the other couldn’t be too far behind.
The claiming was going to start—and end—tonight.
She gasped at the feel of him breaching her, and he watched a sweet flush creep down her cheeks, between her collarbones. Already she was scalding him. Killing him with her heat. What a way to go…
He covered her lips with his own, penetrating her mouth as he pushed his way inside her body, inch by torturous inch. Under him, Lauren moaned, her sex clamping down on his cock, her heels in the small of his back.
Slick. A smooth glide. Down, down. He tunneled into her in a seemingly endless stroke until he was finally seated to the hilt. God, she was tight. Silken. Better than any woman in memory. Better than any fantasy.
He groaned, throwing his head back as she took him completely, the head of his cock pushing against her womb.
“Oh, that feels good.” Her voice fluttered.
Understatement of a fucking lifetime. Especially when she tilted her hips up to him and he slid in another half inch. Even his testicles rested tight against her now. He’d never felt anything like the electric pleasure pulsing through him.
Noah took a deep breath. “Hang on.”
She sent him a shaky nod. And he pulled back, back until just a fraction of his head remained inside her, then he drove deep again.
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Lauren cried out. The sharp note echoed through the room, throwing a shiver down his spine. And she closed around him, her body sucking him back in, clinging.
Jesus, two strokes into this, and she was already blowing his mind.
He had no doubt a third would feel every bit as good.
Better, Noah soon found out. Pleasure shot up his cock, coiling heat low in his belly, curling his toes.
On the fourth stroke, he invaded her mouth again, mimicking the action of their bodies with their tongues. Lauren melted around him, opening, accepting, smelling so damn good. And meeting him with every downward stroke, tipping up to him, ripping through his control.
But he couldn’t stop, even though he felt like he was driving a hundred miles an hour down a twisting road while blindfolded. He was destined to crash. Hard. But in this case, it would be so damn worth it.
Not until Lauren crashed with him, however.
Bracing his hands against her hips, Noah forced himself to slow down. Deliver each thrust with deliberate impact and maximum friction.
Gritting his teeth, he growled as he filled her to the hilt again. Beneath him, Lauren’s little pants as she tried to catch her breath were driving him out of his mind.
As he found her magic little spot, the one guaranteed to fast forward her into orgasm, she writhed.
With short digs of his cock, he worked the spot, dragging the head, which felt as if it had ballooned ten times its normal size, right where she needed it. She rewarded him quickly, breath catching, flush spreading across her fair skin, thighs latching on, pussy tightening.
“I—oh! Help. I need…”
“I know what you need,” he rasped into her ear. “I’m going to give it to you.”
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He did. He lengthened his strokes again to deliver friction, rub her G-spot, then nudge her clit with his pelvis at the end.
“Yes,” she cried out.
He did it again and again, thrusting deep, jolting her cervix with every fierce downward stroke until her vaginal walls fisted him and rippled with the pending explosion. Balls deep, he rocked against her again.
“Yes.” Her fists gripped the headboard. “Yes!”
One more long, calculated plunge inside her and she came apart.
So did his self-control.
The feel of her squeezing him, milking his cock as she screamed and grabbed the bed posts…too much for his overwrought body. He needed her too much. Needed to mark her somehow. It was crazy and primitive and he’d never felt such an urge in his life, but Noah wasn’t about to deny it, not when white fire shot up the length of his erection, starbursting ecstasy through his body as he shouted in satisfaction and came deep inside her fluttering pussy.
Slowly they caught their breath. A minute slid by. Another. Noah didn’t resist the urge to kiss her cheeks, the tip of her pert nose, her swollen mouth. He caressed the line from her hip to her waist until he wandered up to her breast, settling over her shoulder. He held her close.
And didn’t move.
He could stay like this, with her, forever.
Being with Lauren was…beyond anything he’d ever known. He wanted to grab her, blurt everything, especially his love. Then make love to her again.
But she lay under him, growing still and tense. Unease skittered down his spine, disturbing his perfect bliss.
Damn
, he thought as she unhooked her legs from about his waist. Even though his half-hard dick
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was still inside her, he could almost feel her pulling away physically.
Emotionally.
Why?
“Who are you?”
Before coming here, he’d planned to make love to her, then reveal his identity. Let her deal with it so they could start having sex, start sharing their hearts. But now…his gut was telling him it wasn’t going to be that simple.
What if taking her to bed once wasn’t enough to erase her qualms about getting involved with him? What if she still saw just Noah Reeves, boss, buddy and all-around good guy? He could practically feel her shoving her defenses back into place.
He had a bad feeling it was going to take more than one tango between the sheets to make her body his.
“Who are you?” she demanded again. “I could swear I know your voice…”
He hesitated, his insides clenching as he tried to listen to his gut. It told him revealing all now would not help his cause. At all. It also chided him to try even harder to disguise his voice.