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He gently probed her opening, inserting the
tip of his finger into her channel. Her low moan penetrated every cell of his
body. Muscles tensed and swelled as his body readied itself to take her.

A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. The
green scrub shirt clung to his chest and torso. The front of his pants was
tented by his hard-on.

Neither of them spoke. It was as if they
were afraid to do so. Afraid it would snap the tenuous thread that was binding
them together. That was fine with him. He was a man of action. He had no pretty
words or poetry to give her.

He pushed his finger inward, gritting his
teeth hard when her cunt closed around it. Shit, that would feel incredible
wrapped around his dick. He pulled back and this time a second finger joined
the first. Her inner muscles tightened and then relaxed as he forged inward.

Missy was breathing heavy, her chest rising
faster. Her fingers were pale where they gripped the tub. A sense of anticipation
enveloped them.

He rubbed her clit with the pad of his
thumb, teasing the taut little nubbin as he eased his fingers in and out of her
snug channel. T.S. watched Missy’s face. A small frown appeared on her forehead
and he wanted to smooth away the lines with his fingers. She licked her lips
and he had to fight to keep from coming. He vowed he’d have those lips wrapped
around his cock someday. The appendage jerked in agreement with that plan.

Missy’s hips were rising to meet the thrust
of his fingers. His movements got faster and he pushed deeper, driving her
closer to the edge.

A low moan broke from her. Her cunt
constricted around his fingers. Her thighs clamped around his wrist. Her hips
jerked. He felt the hot flood of wet heat as she came. So uninhibited. So damn
beautiful. He watched until he knew he’d milked her orgasm for every last drop
of pleasure.

Then he carefully withdrew his hand. His
clothing was confining so he grabbed a handful of the cheap cotton fabric and
ripped the shirt over his head. He tossed it onto the tile floor where it was
immediately soaked by water that had overflowed while Missy had been coming.
She’d thrashed around quite a bit at the end, sending a nice curtain of water
over the edge and onto him.

He stood, ignoring the wet material
clinging to his hips and thighs. He pulled the plug and the water began to
drain from the tub. Missy’s eyes were wide open and she was watching him. He
couldn’t quite read her expression. Mixed with the sexual satisfaction was
something else. Whatever it was, it wasn’t important. Not now. The only thing
that mattered was getting her into bed.

He reached down and all but lifted her from
the tub. When she was standing on the tiled floor, he grabbed one of the thick,
fluffy towels from the shelf and began to pat her dry, being very careful of
the scratches just below her collarbone. Just seeing them made him angry. No
marks should mar such perfect skin. It was wrong on so many levels. He leaned
down and kissed the red marks.

“T.S.,” she began, her voice slightly
breathless with arousal.

He didn’t want to give her a chance to
think, to ask him to leave. He wrapped the towel around her and kissed her lush
mouth. Without her high heels he was taller than she was. She didn’t move at
first and he began to wonder if she was going to send him away after all.

He was just about to pull back when her
lips moved against his and her body shifted closer. He eased away from her long
enough to blow out the candles that were still flickering before returning to
her. Ignoring the pain in his arm, he walked them into the bedroom, all the
while kissing her.

He’d turned the small bedside lamp on
earlier and her bed beckoned. He unwound the towel, letting it fall to the
floor before he eased her down onto the thick mattress.

Missy felt as though she were in a dream.
The incident in the bathtub was like an erotic fantasy. The steam. The heat.
T.S. using his mouth and tongue and hands to bring her to orgasm. Every nerve
ending in her body was alive, tingling with energy. Yet she wasn’t fully
satisfied.

It had been a long time since she’d had
sex. A long time since she’d had a man in her bed, his strong arms locked
around her, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy.

What did one say to a man who’d just given
her one of the most intense orgasms of her entire life? Thank you sounded a
little inadequate.

After the incident tonight, she hadn’t been
certain how she’d react to a man touching her. She didn’t think she’d have been
able to let any other man be so intimate. But T.S. was different. She wasn’t
quite sure why. He just was.

Trust. She trusted him in a way that went
deep to the core of her. He’d protected her when she’d needed it most. That was
a primitive and incredibly powerful emotion.

He stroked his hand over her naked torso.
It occurred to her she’d been passive, allowing him to do all the work. That
was about to change.

She wanted him. He was here and more than
ready if the bulge in his pants was any indication. She’d deal with tomorrow
when it arrived. Right now she wanted to feel alive, to connect in the most
intimate ways a man and a woman could.

Reaction to the shock from earlier?
Probably. But she didn’t care.

Missy pushed herself up and stared down at
him. His dark hair contrasted against the stark white of her pillowcases. His
forehead was wide and high. His cheekbones were prominent, his jaw firm. With
his golden-brown eyes and hooked nose, he reminded her of an eagle she’d seen
once. They both had the same look, like they were just waiting for the right opportunity
to pounce.

Surprisingly, she was more turned on than
afraid.

His lips were the only soft thing about
T.S. And even they looked firm. It was only when they touched her so gently, so
carefully that she’d realized just how supple they were.

“Missy?” It was his turn to question her
and her turn to silence him. She placed her finger over his mouth. His eyes
darkened and his lips parted. He took her finger inside, sucking on it.

She groaned and then laughed. The man was
incorrigible. He was walking, talking sex. It was a vibe he gave off without
even trying. It made a woman speculate about him and what it would be like to
be with him. Fantasize. She’d certainly done more than her share since meeting
him.

He was exactly what she needed right now.
To forget tonight’s attack. To feel alive. To celebrate being a woman.

“It’s my turn,” she told him.

He growled deep in his throat. It was a
sexy sound. Almost animalistic. It sent a shiver down her spine and goose bumps
broke out on her arms and thighs.

His teeth grazed her finger as he released
it. “What do you want to do?” His low, sexy voice wrapped around her like a
caress, making her yearn for more.

“You.” She placed her hands on his chest.
His heart pounded against her palm. He wasn’t as calm as he outwardly appeared.
That was good because neither was she.

He propped his hands behind his head,
making the muscles in his biceps bulge and ripple. “I’m all yours, babe.” The
white bandage was a stark reminder that he’d been hurt earlier. She shoved
those thoughts aside. They were both alive, both here, and T.S. was waiting for
her to make her move.

“Hmm.” She didn’t know where to start.
Well, that wasn’t exactly true. She needed to get him naked.

She let her hands slide down his rib cage,
over his thickly muscled abs. All that physical labor did wonders for his
physique. Unlike the other men she dated, T.S.’ muscles came from hard work and
not just a gym. That in itself was a turn-on for her. He was sleek and strong
and, for the moment, hers.

A smattering of dark hair covered his chest
before angling down his torso. Her fingers followed the thin line as it
disappeared into the band of his dress pants. They had to go. Kneeling beside
him, she made quick work of his belt. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled down
the zipper, exposing a large cotton-covered bulge.

She glanced up at him and a muscle beneath
his eye was twitching and his jaw seemed tight. Missy traced a finger over the
outline of his erection. His hips jerked and he swore under his breath. She
started to reach lower but found her hand pushed away.

“If you’re going to do it, do it right.”
T.S. shoved his pants and underwear down his thighs, kicking them off. He
quickly peeled off his socks, tossing them onto the floor. Naked, he lay back,
his thighs parted, his arms by his side. “Now you can touch me.”

Missy had seen naked men before. She’d had
several serious relationships over the years so the male form was no mystery to
her. But a naked T.S. in her bed affected her more than she thought it would.

The man was gorgeous in a rough, elemental
way. Long, thick muscles roped his thighs. His waist was lean, his hips narrow.
His cock jutted up from a nest of dark curls, proud and strong. The plum-shaped
head was dark and wet. A prominent vein throbbed along his shaft. His testicles
were lightly furred and heavy as they hung low between his splayed thighs.

“Touch me, Missy.”

The way he said her name, a combination of
demand and yearning was impossible to resist. She started at the base and
stroked one finger up his thick shaft all the way to the top. She ran her
finger over the slit and collected some of the pearly liquid seeping from it.
He groaned as she brought it to her mouth and licked it off. He tasted salty
and hot. All male.

“You’re killing me, babe,” he protested.
But he didn’t move, allowing her to have her way. He was letting her set the
pace. Letting her be in charge. He knew what she needed and he was giving it to
her.

His understanding and generosity astounded
her. Not that he wasn’t getting anything out of it, because he was. He just
hadn’t gotten it yet. For all he knew, he wouldn’t. Yet he was still here.

She would make him wait no longer. Missy
wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked. He tensed, his fingers gripping
the comforter beneath him. Feeling very powerful and sexy, she shot him a grin
before leaning down and licking a path from base to tip. She circled the head
with her tongue, teasing the slit.

His good arm snaked out and his fingers
tangled in her short hair. He pulled her mouth closer to his cock. “Hmm, you
want me to do something else?” she teased. “Maybe something like this.” She
took the thick head into her mouth and sucked.

T.S. moaned, his fingers tightening
slightly against her scalp. She smiled when she felt no sense of panic. All she
felt was a sense of pride and arousal. She straddled one of his thighs, rubbing
her slick, aching pussy against it.

“Fuck. Babe.” He might have wanted to say
more but he couldn’t get the words out. Instead, he groaned and worked his
hips, trying to get her to take more of his cock into her mouth.

Missy reached between his legs and captured
his testicles, rolling the balls gently between her fingers. He tensed beneath
her. His sac tightened beneath her touch.

Releasing him, she gripped his shaft once
again and began to pump. Up and down. Slow at first but getting faster with
each stroke. She breathed through her nose as she sucked him hard, taking as
much of him as she could. He tensed but didn’t push, allowing her to set the
pace and the depth.

His hands slid from her hair, down her neck
to her shoulders. “Babe,” he gasped. “I want to be inside you when I come.”

Her pussy spasmed. She wanted that too. She
released his cock head with a wet pop. He groaned and urged her upward. She
slithered over him, kissing every inch of his tempting olive-toned skin as she
could.

His patience snapped. T.S. surged upward,
flipping her onto her back. He loomed above her, ready to claim her. He placed
his hands on her thighs, spreading them wide before kneeling between them. He
started to lean over her and then swore.

He climbed off the bed and, for a horrible
second, she thought he was leaving. Then he grabbed his pants off the floor and
dug out his wallet. Opening it, he pulled out a condom and dropped his wallet
back on the floor.

Missy was glad he’d thought of a condom
because for the first time in her life she hadn’t. He ripped the packet open
and soon had the latex covering smoothed over his erection.

Kneeling between her legs once again, he
fitted the head of his cock against the opening of her sheath. He lifted one of
her legs over his thigh. He placed his other hand flat on the mattress beside
her head, supporting himself as he pressed inward.

He was large and thick, and her inner
muscles contracted, keeping him from going very deep. “Relax, Missy.” His voice
was thick with need, the tip of his cock stretching her. But he didn’t rush,
didn’t push. Instead, he waited for her body to loosen, to accept him.

He pressed a kiss on her cheek, her
forehead, her nose. She turned her head toward him and their lips met. She
sighed and he sank another several inches into her. He was a part of her now,
but it wasn’t enough. She arched upward taking even more of him.

She broke their kiss and wrapped her arms
around his neck. “Finish it.”