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Missy sat on the bed and pushed herself
into the center. Propping the pillows behind her, she leaned back and motioned
for him to continue.

He undid his tie and let it fall beside
him. One button at a time, he slipped them free until his shirt was hanging
open. He shrugged out of it, exposing a wide expanse of sculpted male flesh.
The man had hard pecs and abs of steel. She practically purred. A thin line of
hair bisected his chest. It ran downward and disappeared into the waistband of
his pants.

His belt jangled as he undid it. The rasp
of the zipper was like a physical caress down her body. Her skin tingled. Her
breasts ached so much she covered them with her hands.

T.S. stilled, his gaze centered on her
breasts. “Touch yourself, babe. Pretend it’s my hands on you.”

Need slammed through her and she moved her
legs restlessly against the comforter. Wanting some kind of relief from the
heat swirling inside her, Missy circled her hands over her breasts. It wasn’t
enough. She plucked at the tight nipples with her fingers, crying out at the
erotic sensation.

T.S. swore and practically tore his pants
and underwear from his body. Naked, he stalked toward the bed. His cock was
protruding in front of him, pointing to her, leading him toward her. He put one
knee on the bed, then the other, as he worked his way up her body. He lowered
his head and planted hot, wet kisses on her calves, the inside of her thighs.

“Don’t stop,” he told her as he knelt
between her thighs. When he rubbed his fingers over her crotch the thin silk of
her panties was wet. “Damn, you’re hot.” His gaze met hers and she could see
the sincerity in them. “You’ve never been cold, babe. You were just waiting for
the right man to bring out the heat. That prim exterior hides a volcano of
desire just waiting to erupt.”

She was ready. Past ready to do just that.
She moaned and undulated her hips.

“I can smell your arousal.” He nuzzled the
fabric and took a deep breath. His fingers inched along the elastic, slipping
beneath. Missy moaned long and loud as his fingers found her hot, slick folds.
“Oh yeah, I want more of this.”

She wanted it too but lacked the words to
tell him, she was so lost in the sensations enveloping her. But he seemed to
know what she needed. He traced the crotch of her panties from back to front,
taking care to press at the apex, finding her swollen clit.

Her hips came off the bed as she panted for
breath. Every nerve ending in her body was alive. Electric.

T.S. tugged her panties down her legs and
away, leaving her naked. He gripped her hips in his hands and lifted, bringing
her pussy to his mouth. Missy opened her mouth on a silent scream as he covered
her, his tongue delving past her slit and pushing inside.

Had she ever been cold in her life? She
couldn’t remember. She felt as though she was in the middle of the desert. T.S.
was the sun bathing her body in heat. He sucked and laved, licked and nibbled
on her folds. He used his clever tongue to tempt and tease her clit until she
was ready to scream.

Noises broke from her throat. Sounds of
pleasure. Need. Not real words. That was beyond her.

“Come for me, babe.” His eyes practically
glowed as he glanced up at her. His lips were wet with her juices. Locking his
gaze with hers, he licked her core from back to front.

Missy exploded. Spasms shook her as her
pussy rippled. Wet heat flowed from her core and he lapped it all up. The
intensity of it, the sheer carnality of the moment sent her off on another
round of spasms.

T.S. didn’t wait for them to end. He knelt
over her, keeping one hand beneath her to arch her hips toward him. With his
free hand, he guided his cock to her opening.

Her orgasm constricted the opening to her
sheath, but he pushed inward, determined. Beads of sweat popped up on his
forehead as he gritted his teeth and began to thrust.

Missy cried out as he forged inward, one
thick inch at a time until he was snug. It was a tight fit. He stretched her in
the most wonderful way. Spasms still rippled through her pussy, tightening the
muscles around his shaft.

“I can’t wait, babe.” That was all the
warning she got before he began to thrust.

Missy brought her knees up, opening
herself. T.S. hooked his arms beneath her thighs and planted his hands on the
bed. He rocked back and forth, advancing and retreating, building the heat
inside her once again.

She wasn’t sure it had ever really
dissipated.

Unbelievably, she could feel the growing
pressure within her. Knew another orgasm was close.

She gripped his butt, pulling him closer to
her with each thrust. He threw back his head, the thick cords of his neck
tightening. He called her name as he came. His cock rippled and pulsed inside
her, pushing her over the edge again.

Missy clung to him as they rode out the
storm of desire together. He pumped into her one final time before collapsing
on top of her. His skin was warm and damp against hers. She closed her eyes and
concentrated on trying to slow her racing heartbeat.

Her chest rose and lowered with each
breath. She could hear his rasping breath, feel it against her skin. He kissed
the curve of her neck while his fingers toyed with one of her breasts, teasing
the nipple.

She laughed and moaned at the same time.
The man was insatiable.

“Too much?” he asked.

She nodded. Her skin was extremely
sensitive to the point where anything was too much. He opened his hand,
covering the mound. It felt nice. Cozy.

She didn’t want to break the mood. They
were both relaxed. Sated. Time enough to tell him about her past later.

Missy played with his hair. She loved the
way it was so dark and straight, like silk. She wished her hair was more like
it. He gave a playful growl, almost like a purr, and nuzzled her neck.

“Like that, do you?”

In answer, he nipped her skin then laved
the small sting with his tongue.

She couldn’t remember the last time she was
so relaxed. For once she wasn’t thinking about work or plans or her future. She
was content to be exactly where she was—in T.S.’ arms.

When he finally pulled away their bodies
practically stuck to one another. She groaned. “I need a shower.”

T.S. got to his feet and shook his head. “
We
need a bath. Give me a minute.” He padded out of the room and she took the
opportunity to admire his tight butt.

“I know you’re watching,” he called behind
him, making her laugh.

She climbed out of bed and followed him
into the bathroom. He already had the water running and was lighting the two
candles she kept on the vanity for times when she didn’t want the harsh
overhead light. The flickering light added another layer of intimacy to the
situation.

Once, she would have felt self-conscious
about being naked in front of him. Now it was as natural as breathing. She
stepped into the tub and lowered herself into the water. He was right behind
her, his big body crowding hers.

T.S. couldn’t remember ever feeling this
good. He could still taste Missy’s hot juices on his lips. His cock still
vibrated with the feel of her tight channel locked around him. He could go
again but he wanted to give her some time to recover. He’d had to push hard to
get inside her pussy and didn’t want her sore. A bath should help.

The water lapped around them. He’d never
taken a bath with a woman. A shower with a quickie worked in, sure, but nothing
this intimate. He relaxed against the rim of the tub with Missy settled against
him and decided he liked it.

When the water was high enough, he leaned
forward and turned off the taps. He took the opportunity to lick several beads
of water off Missy’s dark skin. She tasted salty and sweet at the same time.

He grabbed the bar of soap resting in the
built-in holder and began to roll it between his hands. This reminded him of
the first night he’d been at her place, the night of the attack. He’d drawn her
a bath that night too. But this time it was different. He wasn’t watching her
but sharing it with her. He was a different person now and so was Missy. They’d
changed one another and for the good.

He’d thought it would be easy to have sex
with Missy and keep it casual the way he’d always done with women. Just some
fun between consenting adults. He’d gotten much more than he’d bargained for
and was so damn grateful he hadn’t completely fucked it up.

When bubbles frothed around his hands, he
dumped the soap and began to rub his hands over her shoulders.

“That feels so good,” she moaned, tilting
her head forward to give him better access.

“It certainly does.” He slipped his hands
around her sides and found her breasts. She laughed. Leaning back, she twisted
her neck around, offering her lips for a kiss. There was no way to resist such
temptation, not that he even wanted to.

He’d committed himself the moment he’d told
her everything. Hell, he’d been lost long before that. He just hadn’t been
willing to admit it to himself. Missy was everything that had been missing in
his life. Everything he’d ever wanted, but had never imagined he’d ever have.

He worked his soapy hands downward and was
pleased when she immediately parted her thighs for him. He washed her and then
rinsed the soap away. This wasn’t about arousing her, but about taking care of
her.

When he finished, he got comfortable and
eased her back against his chest. “Talk to me.” He wanted to know about her
past.

She squirmed around until she found a spot
she liked. By that time his dick was as hard as a spike again, but he had no
plans to get derailed. Not yet.

Missy picked up his hand and threaded her
fingers through his. The contrast of light and dark skin in the candlelight
almost pushed aside his good intentions. Almost.

“You’re stalling, babe.”

She sighed. “I know.” She took a moment and
gathered her thoughts before continuing. “It’s not an unusual story. My father
was a violent man. It was worse when he was drinking, which seemed to be more
often than not. He did some time in jail, mostly for assault. Bar brawls. Once
for minor theft. Did a few months for domestic violence, but my mom took him
back when he got out.”

“I’m sorry.” And he was. As poor as he’d
been, as hard as his childhood had been, he’d always had the love and support
of his mother.

She nodded and he wrapped his arms around
her, wanting to drive away the memories even as he wanted her to share them
with him.

“I was the youngest. I had an older sister
and two older brothers. My sister left when she was sixteen. Got the nerve to
go to a shelter. They helped her finish school and get a job. My brothers were
like my dad. They liked to drink and hit things when they were mad.”

“Did they ever hit you?” Pure molten fury
welled up inside him, almost exploding when she shrugged. That said it all.

“I learned to hide, to stay away from
home.”

T.S. kissed her temple and silently offered
her his strength. It was all he could do. There was no way to go back in time
and change her past. If anyone understood that, it was him.

She took a deep breath and continued. “From
an early age I knew what I wanted. A life completely different from my
parents’. My mom was like a shadow, always watching my father, trying to figure
out his mood so she could do whatever it took not to make him angry. When he
wasn’t around she drank to forget how hopeless her life was.”

“That’s no way to live.” T.S. couldn’t
imagine hitting a woman. His mother had raised him better than that.

“No,” she agreed. “It’s not. That’s why I
studied hard and rarely dated. I saw other girls my age getting pregnant and
ending up in bad relationships just like their parents. That’s when the teasing
started. I was uppity, cold, icy, frigid. I can’t tell you the number of guys
who offered to help me with my problem.”

T.S. wanted to find them all and beat them
to a pulp. But that wouldn’t help Missy. “I’m sorry, babe.” His voice was rough
with unvoiced emotion.

She shrugged. “It made me strong.
Determined. I left home as soon as I had my high school diploma. I worked while
I went to college on a scholarship. I put my past behind me and made a new one.
I learned how to dress, how to speak properly, how to conduct myself in a
business situation. I educated myself about music, art, and theatre. I wanted
to be
someone
.”

The last word was said so fiercely it made
his heart hurt. “You are someone.” He adjusted her so she was lying against his
shoulder and he could see her face. “You’re a very special woman, Missy
Sinclair.”

She smiled through the sheen of tears in
her eyes. She hadn’t shed one. Not his tough Missy. “You’re not so bad
yourself.”

He kissed her then because he had to. Her
grace, her strength of will, humbled him. She opened for him on contact and it
made his heart soar. She was his and he’d damn well take good care of her. Not
because she needed him to. She was one hell of an independent woman. No, he’d
do it, not because she needed him to, but because he wanted to.