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“I’m sure that’s part of it,” she admitted.

“And the others would be the difference in our ranks and the

whole color thing, right?” He never released her gaze, just stared into

her soul with those piercing blue eyes of his.

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“Those are two points as well,” Alexis conceded.

“There is something more?” His eyes narrowed.

“Yes.” Her response was fast and direct.

“And what would that be?”

“The fact that my feelings for you scare the hell out of me. I feel

so out of control around you, saying things, doing things that I

wouldn’t be doing normally.” Her fingers traced his collarbone and

outlined his ear. He shivered beneath the tips of her digits.

“And tonight?” His question was quiet in the room but it echoed

throughout her soul like a bass drum.

Alexis pressed her full lips to his and gave him her answer that

way. Each stroke of her tongue against his told him she wanted him, in

no uncertain terms. As she sucked on his lower lip, he groaned. Her

legs drew him in closer to the apex of her thighs and she was the one

who released a moan as she felt his erection press against her. “Please,”

she whimpered. “Please, Scott.”

The last syllable hadn’t even faded from the air before he swept

her up into his arms as he took the stairs two at a time.
This is the first

time she willingly called me Scott without having to be told.
His heart

pounded so hard with the anticipation of enjoying the woman of his

dreams.

His barefoot slammed his bedroom door shut behind him as he

lay her down on the bed to turn on a bedside light. “I have waited for

this night for so long,” he murmured as his mouth latched back onto

hers.

“As have I.” she whispered.

Standing up straight without relinquishing his hold on her, Scott

set her on her feet. His strong hands slid up her hips and latched onto

the hem of her shirt. With a slow deliberate motion he pulled it up,

exposing her rich, toffee-colored torso to his gaze. Throwing the shirt

off to the side, he looked at the spectacular woman before him. Her eyes

were on his face, watching every emotion he showed.

He took his time enjoying the view. Her bra was lacy, sea-foam

green in color, and barely seemed to contain her full breasts. Swallow-

ing hard, his eyes continued their downward perusal. Her belly was

flat, toned and yet—to his pleasure—distinctly feminine.

Scott undid the button on her capris and then unzipped them.

As the khaki material slid down over the flare of her hips, a pair of

bikini-style panties in the same color as the bra met his gaze. Kneeling

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before her, he lifted one silken leg and then the other, freeing her from

the pants.

“You are amazing,” came his guttural groan as he stood once

again.

Alexis reached for the waistband of his jeans and undid the but-

ton. Her eyes were focused on the mid-region of his body, lustfully and

without an ounce of shame. That moist tongue of hers snuck out and

wet her lips before her fingers moved again.

Carefully, she lowered the zipper and tugged his form-fitting

jeans off lean hips and down his hairy legs. She, too, dropped to her

knees and removed the pants completely, leaving him in nothing but a

pair of navy blue boxers that did little to contain the hard ridge within

them.

Her hands ran up his legs from his ankles to his hips. Alexis

stood as her hands moved up his body. From his hips she trailed her

fingers up the washboard stomach, across the marbled pectorals, up to

his shoulders and across the back of his shorn head. Lacing her fingers

there, she nudged him towards her and her waiting mouth.

Eventually, the couple made it to Scott’s bedroom. Once there,

two mouths met with heated passion as their owners stood pressed

against one another wearing only their underclothing. Sparks flew

between heated flesh as tongues once again dueled for supremacy. Scott

won.

It was with skill that he wrested control of the kiss away from

the woman who had taken a part of his soul into her body. Once again

in control, Scott changed the tempo of the kiss. He backed off and the

exchange grew softer. Still keeping his lips pressed against hers, he

walked them back towards the bed and lay them down on his firm

mattress.

“You still have more clothes on than I do,” he whispered against

her swollen lips.

“More articles perhaps, but not material,” she teased as her

hands traced small patterns on the back of his head.

“Too many.” Scott’s hands skillfully removed her bra replacing

the material with his callused hands. His thumbs ran over her already

tight nipples, making them tighten even more.

Alexis arched her back, pressing herself more fully into his

touch. “
Yesss
,” she hissed as her hand moved down the front of his

boxer shorts. She groaned, a sound echoed by the man in bed with her,

as she closed her hand around his throbbing erection.

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“Jesus, Lex.” His hips bucked against her hand.

“Scott.” That word was a mixture of a command and a plea. It

screamed of things she couldn’t find the words to say, but desperately

craved.

One of his hands left her breast and slipped beneath the elastic

on her panties and with one fast jerk broke it. As her body was trying to

recover from the force of that tug he slipped one long finger inside her

wet body.

Her scream was muted by lack of air. Exotic eyes rolled back in-

to her head as she felt her body close around his finger. “You feel so

good, Lex,” he purred into her ear at the same time his other hand

tweaked her taut nipple, causing another whole shudder to go through

her. A shudder that he felt with the finger buried deep within her.

The palm of his hand pressed against her clit and with each mo-

tion it sent wave after wave of pleasure through her body. Clamping

her thighs around his wrist, Alexis kept him where she wanted. He

added another finger to her and when he did, a scream managed to

escape. “Scott!”

“I’m right here, my love. Right here,” he muttered. Scott tried to

control himself, but her hand around his manhood did little to help him

out. As her body convulsed around his fingers, he knew he couldn’t

wait any longer.

His boxers disappeared and he settled his large body between

her widespread thighs. Fingers coated with her desire moved from her

thighs to his mouth and he sucked them clean, never allowing her gaze

to drop from his. “I want you, Lex.”

One of her hands clutched his side as the other one, instead of

grabbing his wound, wrapped around his large penis and ran a finger

over the large, wet head of it. “Please, Scott, don’t make me wait any

longer.”

He groaned at her words. As he removed her hand and placed

himself at the opening of her womanhood, he hesitated.
Don’t be an

animal, Scott.

She whimpered and lifted her hips in invitation. “Scott,” she

pled.

“What about protection?” He wasn’t wearing condom.

“I’m on the Pill,” she ground out as her legs slid around his

waist encouraging him to enter.

That was all he needed to hear. With one fast stroke he was

completely sheathed inside her velvet warmth. At her sharp intake of

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breath, he stopped to allow them both to get used to the feeling. He was

in heaven; she felt so good around him.

Alexis’s eyes rolled back. It felt like every part of her body

stretched to accommodate his thick length.

As her eyes fluttered open to meet his tender gaze, Scott began

to move within her. His hips delivered his thick erection slowly in and

out of her, steady strokes that left them both wanting something more.

The pace was erotically slow. He slid almost all the way out of

her body, then met her eyes and held them as his length slipped all the

way back in until he was absolutely encased by her heat.

“Scott,” her tormented whisper reached him.

“Yes, my love, what is it?” In and out he stroked as beads of

sweat formed on his head from trying not to lose control.

Her body was so close to finding the release she so desperately

wanted to claim. “Please,” she begged.

Bracing his hands on either side of her head, he sucked in her

earlobe and began to increase the speed and intensity of each stroke he

delivered. Latching her legs around his waist, Alexis’s hands had

formed claws and were digging into his shoulder blades.

Scott plunged harder, faster, and deeper. Her pants changed to

moans and then into screams as he pounded into her willing body.

“Come for me,” he ordered as his hips drilled his thick cock deep into

her.

She did. Her back arched as her hips met his thrust sending him

deeper yet. As her internal muscles clamped down around him Scott

couldn’t hold himself back and with one last plunge he came inside her

as he shouted his release to the cabin.

Limbs shaking, he collapsed next to her. Their bodies were cov-

ered with sweat and eagerly absorbed the cool air that was coming in

from the open bedroom window. Scott tucked her into his body before

his eyes closed and he just enjoyed the feeling of completion, oneness,

contentment, and fulfillment. “Are you okay?” The heavy timbre of his

voice broke the silence.

“Fine, just fine.” She snuggled up closer to his amazing body.

“And you?”

“I feel like I just ran about ten clicks with a full pack on, but

good other than that.”

Rolling one eye towards him, Alexis grumbled. “Well, if being in

bed with me can be likened to one of your workouts, maybe I should

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just leave.” She made like she was getting up only to find his embrace

had turned to steel.

“My heart is just pounding that hard. Trust me, I would rather

have this kind of workout any day.” His lips spoke against her head. “I

mean that as a compliment.”

“Some compliment.”

“What you would rather I tell you? That I have never felt like

this before with anyone?” His fingers teased the skin on her arms.

She shrugged, trying to act unaffected. “Only tell me the truth.”

His tone grew serious. “Alexis, I have never felt like this before

with anyone. My heart feels like it is about to poke a hole in my chest, it

is pounding so hard. I am having a hard time breathing and at the same

time, I feel like all is right with the world.” One hand moved her face to

meet his. “I am holding the woman I have been dreaming about for the

past two years in my arms, and I am experiencing a feeling I have never

felt before.”

Her eyes narrowed briefly before he continued. “I want this for-

ever. I want you to be in my life from now until the day we die. I have

never been in love before so I am new at this feeling—regardless of that,

I know I love you. I love you, Lex.” His eyes echoed the sincerity of his

words.

Tiger eyes widened but she remained silent as his hand settled

over her mouth. “Let me finish. I know you will try to pass this off as

me being in the moment. It’s not. I love you, Alexis. I am praying that

your Pill won’t work and this night,
our night
of lovemaking, will result

in a child.” He shook his head. “Please, don’t say anything. I have

something else in mind.” Scott replaced his hand over her mouth with

his lips.

A few hours later, the lovers were sound asleep on the messy

bed, sheets torn from the mattress and the comforter was on the floor

somewhere. Both bodies were devoid of clothing and even as they lay

in silent slumber, his large hand rested possessively on her belly. Or

was it resting there in hopes that a future generation had defied her

precaution and taken root?

Her legs were burning but Alexis kept pounding away. She in-

haled each and every painful breath gratefully. Her ponytail bounced

with each stride she took as her legs pumped up and down, taking her

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along the beach.
He said he loved you, girl! What are you doing out here?

You should be in bed with him!

“I don’t know what makes him think he loves me,” she panted

as she jogged on.
Can’t run forever, girl.
“The hell I can’t. I should be

going back; maybe it was a sleep deprivation thing.”
You know that ain’t

even true. He told you he loved you!

“Maybe it was a slip of the tongue.” She turned around to head

back up the beach when her mind jumped back in the conversation.
You

know what his tongue is like, and that was no slip.
“He doesn’t know me

well enough,” she argued with herself.
Seems to me that last night he got

to know the bit of you he hadn’t known yet.

She tried ignoring the running inner-commentary her brain was

inopportunely providing, focusing on her jog while talking herself