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So
many of her friends thought an alpha male was defined only by his strength. For
Misa a man was defined as much by his gentleness and his caring, as his power.
And Sam apparently had both.

When
he had her arranged on her back to his satisfaction, he stretched out beside
her, the heat from his body singeing her skin. Holding her arms over her head
with the fingers of one hand clamped around both wrists, he used the other hand
to caress her body. He moved slowly over her curves as if memorizing every inch
of her with his fingers.

His
touch was gentle and arousing at the same time as he circled the taut buds of
her nipples, he followed a line between her aching breasts and traced the
furled flesh of her navel. He seemed to take forever to move his touch lower
until he reached the curls covering her mound. With infinite care he brushed over
them lightly before dipping a finger into her wet slit and tracing it from top
to bottom.

Ohmigod!

Misa
shivered at the delicious feeling stealing over her and hitched her hips toward
him.

Touch me more. Put your fingers
inside me. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!

The
words chanted so loudly in her head she was afraid Sam would hear them.

His
laugh was low and rough. “I know what you want, sweet thing, and you’ll
definitely get it. Have patience.”

But
she didn’t want to be patient. She wanted it
now
.
Right now
.
She moaned her displeasure.

Sam
laughed again, knelt between her thighs and placed his mouth directly over her
clit.

Oh, sweet Jesus!

Misa
nearly bucked off the bed. His tongue was like a hot flame touching every one
of her sensitive nerves, driving the threads of fire through her body. Every
muscle in her pussy responded, contracting with hungry need.

Sam
gently peeled open her cunt lips and licked every inch of her flesh. Every few
moments he turned his attention back to her clit, nibbling and sucking on it
and tugging it with his teeth. Each time she jerked her hips at him, silently
begging him to take her, fuck her,
drive
her into that
waiting orgasm.

At
last—
at last—
he plunged his tongue
inside her, taking her clit between the thumb and forefinger of one hand and
tormenting it as he fucked her with his tongue.
In and out,
in and out.
She managed to wrap her legs around his neck and tighten him
to her body, rocking against his tongue as he lapped at her heated channel.

It
was only moments before a climax roared through her, grabbing her like a giant
fist and shaking her until she shuddered. She bucked against his mouth, quaking
with each tremor, cries of pleasure escaping her mouth. She squeezed her inner
muscles against his tongue. Until the last spasm subsided and she lay limp and
spent beneath him.

Sam
moved back up her body and kissed her thoroughly, her taste still sharp on his
tongue. Even as she struggled to regain her breath she slid her hands between them,
found his nipples and scraped her nails over them. His cock, thick and hot,
flexed against her thigh. She
shimmied
her body and
reached down to close her fingers around his magnificent shaft, stroking
gently.

Sam
tore his mouth away from hers.

“Let’s
leave that for later,” he gasped. “Okay? Or this will be over before it
starts.”

He
reached into the nightstand drawer for a condom, rolled it on with one hand and
cupped her ass with his other hand. His gaze locked with hers, like twin lasers
skewering her in place. He sucked in a deep breath and plunged into her in one
swift thrust.

Oh,
lordy, he was big, stretching her pussy to its limits. She clenched around him,
wanting to hold him in place forever. But the tension in his body told her he
wasn’t waiting for anything. Taking only a moment to lick each of her nipples
once, he rolled his hips and began pounding into her, hard, fast, and furious,
and Misa was with him every step of the way. She wrapped her legs around him
and dug her heels into the small of his back, levering herself so they were
welded tightly together. Everything faded away except for this man and the
erotic ride he was taking her on.

Her
body, so recently spent, roused with each stroke of his cock into her cunt, slamming
into her again and again. Lax muscles tightened, sleeping nerves awoke again. And
the liquid of her arousal flooded her pussy as the head of his cock dragged
over her sweet spot, bathing him in her juices, lubricating the way for him.

His
body stiffened as his climax hit and hers roared right up with him. They
exploded in a kaleidoscope of light, twisting, and tumbling in a black velvet space,
fireworks bursting around them as they convulsed over and over. He collapsed
forward as they rode out the aftershocks, the skin on both their bodies covered
with a fine sheen of perspiration. Misa wasn’t sure whose heart was pounding
against her ribs, hers or Sam’s.

She
had no idea how long it was before her breathing evened out and her heart rate
slowed. Sam had managed to raise himself slightly on his elbows, taking some of
his weight from her body. He nuzzled her neck and the sensitive spot behind her
ear, and a flush of warmth that had nothing to do with sex stole over her. At
last he lifted his head, brushed a kiss over her and rolled to the side. He
padded to the bathroom to dispose of the condom but he was back beside her in
seconds.

Stretching
out full length he cupped her face, turning it toward him. His gaze locked with
hers, searching as if he could look into her very soul. Misa licked her lips,
nervous now that the original sexual combustion had passed. Was he sorry? Did
he regret what happened? Should she have waited until Saturday, waited for his
call? Was he mad that she jumped the gun?

 
She was definitely not prepared for what he
said to her.

“You’re
the first woman I’ve ever invited into this bed.” His voice was low and,
curiously, even a little unsure.
Of what?
Her?

“You’re
kidding me.” She studied his face, trying to read what was in his mind.

“Not
even a little,” he told her.

“I
would have thought…I mean…I figured—”

He
touched one finger to her lips. “That I had hot and cold running women here?
I’d like to think you know better than that, Misa. Have you ever seen anything
since I moved in that gave you that idea?”

When
she thought about it the answer was no. As a matter of fact, she hadn’t ever
seen a woman at his house, overnight or otherwise. She frowned.

“No.”
She drew the word out. “Come to think of it, I haven’t.”

“You
know why?” He licked the edge of her lips.
“Because I keep my
playtime out of my private space.
I’ve never hooked up with anyone I
wanted to share it with.
Until now.”

“B-But
you hardly know me.” She grinned. “Is it my sparkling conversation at the
mailbox?”

Only
he wasn’t smiling back at her. “I’m pretty good at sizing people up. I have to
be in my line of work. From the first time we talked, I knew there was
something real about you.
Something honest.”
He traced
her mouth again. “Something I wanted to get to know better.”

She
wrinkled her forehead. “So why did it take you so long to make a move?”

“Busy.
Both of us.
We work twenty-four hour shifts at the
fire station,
then
we’re off for forty-eight. But a
lot of times during that down time we’re doing community service. So…”He shrugged.
“Not much extra time built in there.” He flashed his grin, the one that showed
just the hint of a dimple at the left corner of his mouth. “And you’re pretty
busy yourself, coming and going at all hours.”

“Yeah.”
She sighed. “I love being a photographer for the newspaper, but my editor
doesn’t seem to think the people on his staff have a personal life or want to
take time to sleep.”

“Maybe
it was fate that sent you to cover that fire this morning,” he said, brushing a
curl away from her forehead.
“And sent you over here just
when I came out of the shower.”

She
laughed. “Ya think?”

He
pulled her body against him. “Actually thinking isn’t what I had in mind at the
moment.”

“Oh?
So what
are
you thinking?”

* * * *

Sam
swallowed a smile. If she knew everything he was thinking she might just get up
and run like hell.
Then again, maybe not.
He sure
hoped not because he’d been waiting a long time for just what was happening now
and he intended to make the most of it.

“I’ve
already had one shower,” he said, “but I sure could use another.
How about you?”

“I
believe so.” She grinned, still a little breathless.

He
winked. “Shower with a friend and save water.”

Misa
was stunned when he led her into the bathroom. She’d expected something similar
to hers, but Sam had ripped his apart and made it into something spectacular.
The vanity was a solid piece of marble with the sink carved into it. Elegant
brushed steel faucets rose from the back.

At
one end of the rectangle sat a tub with jets that identified it as a Jacuzzi.
At the other was a shower that had Misa’s jaw dropping when Sam slid
open
the door. The small tiles had the look of granite and
showerheads had been built into the walls and the ceiling everywhere. Sam
punched in some numbers on a pad just outside the sliding door and immediately
mist sprayed from all the heads, filling the enclosure like a sauna.

“After
you,” he grinned, holding out his hand.

Not
only did Misa feel immediately wrapped in the warm mist but it
carried
the faint scent of eucalyptus, both a relaxing and
arousing scent.

She
stared at Sam. “Did you do this yourself?”

He
gave a nonchalant shrug. “My dad’s in the construction business and I used to
work summers for him. He gave me a hand with this. Like it?”

“Like
it? Ohmigod! It’s decadent!”

Sam
stepped into the enclosure with her and turned her to face him, cradling her
cheeks in his palms. The water streamed over her breasts, tempting him to close
his mouth over first one nipple then the other. Misa moaned and leaned toward
him, clutching his shoulders to keep her balance.

He
crushed his mouth to hers, hungry again for her taste. For so many weeks and
months he’d laid awake in his bed thinking about her in the house next door.
Imagining her naked, showering, lying in bed.
He could
hardly believe that now she was actually here. And god, the reality was so much
better than the fantasy. Her skin was soft beneath the mist, her breasts small
but plump, her nipples hard as diamonds.
And her pussy.
Sweet Jesus!
A man could lose himself
in it forever.

Just
thinking of those tight muscles clenching around him had his cock hard and
swollen again. It prodded against her abdomen and she smiled beneath his kiss.

“My
turn,” she told him, dropping to her knees.

Her
fingers were firm as she wrapped them around his shaft and when she gave one
experimental slide up and down he hardened even more and blood pounded in the
ropy vein that wrapped around his cock. His balls ached and every muscle in his
body tightened.

But
the touch of her hand was nothing compared to the feel of her mouth. When she
closed her lips around him and took him into that warm wet cavern, he was sure
he’d died and gone to heaven. She worked him slowly, hands and mouth setting up
a rhythm. Her movements weren’t those of someone who did this a lot, a sure
sign that she hadn’t had a lot of practice at it. It excited him to realize
that and thrilled him that she deliberately chose to pleasure him this
way.
 

And
that in
itself
ramped up his desire.
No, not desire.
Out and out lust, to a degree he’d never
felt before.

Threading
his fingers through her wet hair, he maneuvered her head to give himself the
best angle to drive in and out of her mouth. When she slid one hand between his
thighs to cup his balls and squeeze them gently every muscle in his body
tightened and the familiar icy tingle raced down his spine.

“Now,”
he gasped. “Take it all, Misa. Swallow every bit.”

And
then he came, pumping into her mouth, the head of his cock bumping the roof of
her mouth as she swallowed again and again. When she’d sucked the last drop
from him he turned to lean against the shower wall, his legs weak. He drew Misa
up and pulled her against him, the two of them just standing there in the
scented mist.

“I
could spend forever doing all these things with you,” he whispered, his mouth
close to her ear. “I’m so glad you came over today. Otherwise I might still be
hanging out in my house silently lusting after you.”