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Her tongue came out to swipe over her bottom lip as she watched him center himself against her. But before he entered her, his fingers stroked through her pussy, immediately slick with her arousal. “There,” he murmured. “Okay, we’re good to go.”

“I don’t think there was any doubt,” she panted. “I was good to go about fifteen minutes ago.”

His lips twitched. “Just making sure. Don’t wanna hurt you, Lovey.”

That was sweet. So damn sweet. Her heart tilted a little but she ignored it to focus on the building ache inside her. “Please. Fuck me.”

“Oh yeah.” With a groan, he pushed into her.

Her head went back, her body contracting hard around him at the exquisite sensation. And it got better. Deeper. Fuller. Hard and hot inside her. His jaw tightened and his temple pulsed as he slowly worked his way inside her body. “Not gonna be long,” he gritted out. “Sorry, Lovey…”

He began to move in and out, holding her knees up, and she could only stare in amazement at him there between her legs, his heavily muscled body so beautiful and strong, wide at the shoulders, lean at waist and hips. Her gaze tracked down over smooth skin on ridged abs to the thick patch of brown hair at his groin, erotically masculine. They moved together in desperate slides of liquid heat, sensation wrapping around her, tightening. “S’okay,” she panted. “I’m…I’m coming already.”

It was there, right there, already, expanding rapidly, building. She reached for one of his thighs with her left hand and slid her right hand to her clit. He watched with a moan, moving faster, hips pumping, and she could tell his own climax was building. Then she lost that focus as her orgasm exploded, so hard she shuddered and cried out and pushed against him. When he kept moving inside her, stroking against ultrasensitive nerve endings, fire burned over her clit.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, falling over her. She took his weight and absorbed it, wrapping arms and legs around him tightly as he went taut and still against her, pulsing inside her. He buried his face in the side of her neck, his breath short, scalding bursts against her skin.

She opened her mouth on his big shoulder in a long kiss. They stayed joined like that for several moments, her mouth helplessly kissing his hot, damp skin over and over.

“Jesus,” he muttered a while later, lifting his head. He looked down at her, his cheeks flushed, eyes glittering. He slid in and out of her, slowly. It didn’t seem he was going soft. “What the hell was that?”

Chapter 13

Marc stared down at the woman beneath him, both of them still breathing heavily. She gazed back at him, so fucking gorgeous he could barely think. Her gold-speckled green eyes were slumberous and sexy, her mouth swollen, her hair a tangled mass of red-gold brightness on his black pillowcase. That was some kind of chemical explosion.

Her mouth curved into a smile and her fingers petted his shoulders. “That was good,” she answered his rhetorical question.

“Good?” His eyes widened a little. “That wasn’t good…that was fucking napalm.”

Her smile deepened. “Okay, that’s a better description.”

So she’d felt it too.

“You, um…seem like you could go again already.” She wriggled her hips beneath him.

“I can.” He gave his head a shake.

“That’s…impressive.”

“I can go all night,” he boasted, then felt stupid. Luckily she laughed. He grinned back at her.

“Glad to hear that.”

“This is probably when we should be having a ‘what the hell have we done’ moment.”

“Let’s not. You are not going to insult me by listing all the reasons we shouldn’t have done this. And we are not going to even mention…certain family members while we’re in bed having sex. That’s just wrong.”

“I hear you.” He was right there with her, pushing aside thoughts of Duncan and how fucking furious he was going to be about this. Not going there. Right now, he felt too good, hormones flooding his body and taking away every particle of good sense, urging him to go for it, another round with the beautiful, sexy woman who was right there, naked in his bed and more than happy to be there. How could any guy resist that?

How could he resist the enormous pleasure that had just slammed through him, leaving him stunned, barely satisfied, and desperate for more? How could he resist those shining eyes and that sexy mouth? Or all the rest of her, most of which he hadn’t even explored yet.

“Don’t think it’s a good idea to use the same condom twice,” he muttered, slowly withdrawing from her. Her body clung to him as if she didn’t want to let him go, but she dropped her arms to the mattress as he climbed off the bed to get rid of the rubber. And grab another one.

She watched him, and that made him even hornier, the way her eyes studied him with frank appreciation. “There,” she said. “Stop right there.”

He stopped and glanced over his shoulder at the bed.

“Your ass,” she said with a sigh. “It’s gorgeous.”

He huffed out a laugh and closed his eyes. Jesus. She was…fun.

“Come back here so I can put my hands all over it.”

He grabbed a condom on his way, his cock already fully hard again, his balls aching, but a smile on his face.

Back in bed, he reached for her and pulled her toward him. Now she lay half on him, and he brought her mouth to his, his thigh between her legs again, her hot pussy pressed there. He kissed her slower this time, softly at first, tasting inside her mouth, playing with her tongue. She kissed him back, long, deep, wet kisses that went on and on until his head spun and his dick hurt. He couldn’t think, could only feel her small, soft body pressed against him, her hips moving against his thigh. He shifted, pressing his leg into her, and she moaned into his mouth.

Her hand slid into his hair and her tongue stroked over his bottom lip, then slipped inside his mouth again. He wanted to swallow her up, consume her, fuck her crazy. He palmed her ass, enjoying the way she rocked needily into him. Christ, she was hot.

This was what he’d wanted ever since she’d kissed him that night, maybe even before.

Their mouths slid apart and he ran his tongue up the side of her neck. She gave a full-bodied shiver in his arms. She tasted sweet and feminine, and smelled the same, delicious as a cupcake.

He rolled her to her back, pushing her down into the mattress again, claiming her mouth. She whimpered, her mouth opening for him, their kisses going hotter still. He cupped a breast, so incredible, soft yet firm, pointy little nipple against his palm. He’d almost lost his mind sucking those nipples, perfect little peaks that tasted like temptation. And he was going to lose his mind all over again, bending his head to pull a nipple into his mouth, tugging on it with gentle suction.

Her fingers slid through his hair, her soft whimpers and moans filling his ears. “Marc,” she whispered. “I love that…”

“Mmm.” That was agreement, but he didn’t want to stop to form words. He moved to the other breast, plumping it up with his hand, first admiring it with his eyes, then his tongue. He pinched her other nipple and her back arched with a soft cry, her hips moving again.

He knelt over her, hands on her breasts, kissing his way down her midriff, over her taut abdomen. He paused at the script tattooed over her right ribs, taking in the words
live, laugh, love.
He traced them with a fingertip, a simple scroll font, elegant and pretty. “Words to live by?”

She lifted her head and nodded, her eyes molten, her smile slow and seductive. “Yes.”

They suited her. But he couldn’t stop from asking, “Is that the extent of your life goals?”

He knew his mistake by the immediate way her soft body tightened. The air in the room changed in the blink of an eye from soft and warm to coolly electric.

When he met her eyes, they’d changed too, from molten to chilly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Uh…it was just a question.”

“It felt like a criticism.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he protested, but guilt curled inside his belly. He kind of had been judging her. “I really wanted to know.”

She gave him a long, level look. “You and—never mind, we’re not supposed to talk about him in bed.” She rolled her eyes and flopped her head down onto the pillow.

“Guess I killed that mood, huh.”

Her lips twitched. “Not entirely.”

“I pushed a button,” he said, with a flash of realization.

She frowned.

“I’m sorry.” Really, really sorry, because his dick still throbbed and he had to recover this
tout de suite.
But that was selfish. He’d hurt her feelings. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” he attempted. “Your tattoo suits you. From what I know of you so far anyway. I know you like to laugh.” He kissed her mouth. “I know you live life to the fullest.” This time her mouth was softer when he touched his lips to hers. “And you’re definitely good at loving.” He infused a suggestive tone into his voice. “
Very
good.”

She laughed. Thank fuck. “Let’s just be clear.” She gave him a fast, hard kiss back. “This is not loving. This is sex. Pure fun, animal sex.”

He blinked. He’d never heard a girl say anything like that before. Usually girls got sex and love mixed up right from the start. One fuck and they were in love.

But here was Lovey setting
him
straight. Not that he needed that. “Yeah,” he agreed. “That’s the kind of loving I meant.”

Then she shoved him onto his back and rolled on top of him. She gazed down into his eyes. “Thank you. I do live life to the fullest. Which is what we’re doing right now. Right?”

“Right.”

“I want to see your tattoos.”

“How do you know I have any?”

“I saw them,” she said. “I mean, a glimpse of them. What are they?” She was already wriggling off him, so he shifted his hips on the bed. He let her explore the red maple leaf on his hip, the Olympic rings on his arm, the ace of spades, which was the team symbol, on his shoulder, and the words
Stanley Cup Champions, Chicago Aces
on his left ribs.

“Very nice.” She gave him another sexy curve of her lips, kissed his chin, one tattoo, then another, and started slinking down his body toward the one on his hip. Jesus fuck, she was heading straight south. His mouth went dry and his skin went hot. And his dick…leaped with excitement.

Should he let her do it? Not that he didn’t want it. He loved it. Blow jobs were one of his favorite extra-curricular activities. But this was their first time. But…okay, he’d see how far she went…if she wanted to…

Her hand curled around his prick and his entire body jolted with an electric shock. He groaned. “Lovey…”

“Wanna taste you,” she whispered. “You’re beautiful.”

He was beautiful? Fuck. Nobody’d ever told him that. He’d heard the words “huge,” “hung,” and once a memorable “meh,” but never “beautiful.” He kind of liked that. He reached for her head and set a gentle hand on it.
“Cherie,”
he murmured thickly. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.”

He lifted his head to watch, and she did look fascinated and hungry as she licked over the head. Jesus! Heat expanded rapidly from his groin to every extremity, scalding his veins. She tongued him, closed her lips around him, and then slid them down his shaft.

Excitement ripped through him. He was on the edge already, and the feel of her mouth on him, hot and wet, along with the visual of her pretty lips around him, nearly blew the top of his head off.

“Much as I fucking love that,” he said on a groan, reaching for her with both hands, “I’m about to go off and that’s not how I want to do it. We said slow this time.”

“You said you can go all night.” Her smile was playful.

“I was totally bullshitting.”

She tipped her head. “Somehow I don’t think so.” But she let him pull her up over him and then roll her to her back again. “What did you call me?”

“Uh…”

“Before…
cherie.

“Yeah.
Ma cherie. Ma belle. T’es belle,
Lovey.” He kissed her again.
“Très belle.”

“Oh my God.” Her body quivered. “You’re speaking French to me. That is so fucking sexy.”

He grinned. Whew. Apparently he’d gotten past his little faux pas.

“Although I have no idea what you’re saying,” she added, twining her arms around his neck.

He settled between her thighs once more. “It’s all good. Trust me.”

It was his turn to kiss and nibble his way down her body, pausing at her pierced navel to tug at the jewelry with his lips, then lower. Her breathing hitched and quickened.

“You don’t have to do that.” She repeated his words.

He smiled against her lower belly. “I want to.” And he did. He
so
did. He needed a few minutes, and this was the perfect way. He wanted to explore every inch of her pussy, taste it and feel it and make her feel good. Maybe give her an extra orgasm before they fucked again.

Yeah. He would definitely do that.

He slid lower still, pushed her thighs wide with his hands, and feasted his eyes on feminine perfection. She was mostly smooth and bare, a patch of auburn curls on her mound. Plump, pink lips were pressed almost primly together, hiding secrets and delight. He licked his lips as he studied her.

She was up on her elbows, watching him, a half smile perched on her pretty lips. “Just looking at me isn’t going to give me an orgasm.”

He shot her a startled glance, then caught the glimmer of humor in her eyes and barked out a laugh. “Babe,” he said, reverting to English, “be patient.”

He’d never met anyone like her. She said things that knocked him off balance. She completely entertained him. Entranced him. And she turned him on like whoa.

Ignoring his throbbing dick and balls, he took his time brushing fingertips over her pussy, then leaning in to press small kisses to the soft flesh. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent, hungry to taste her. He opened his mouth on her in deeper kisses, gently sucking soft skin into his mouth, working his way up and down, detouring to her inner thighs, then back.

Her breathing quickened.

He expanded his exploration, wrapping his arms around her thighs and using his thumbs to gently part her. Now his used his tongue, running it over her, up and down, deeper to slick up her feminine arousal. Her breathing turned to soft little pleasure sounds that went straight to his dick. He once again leisurely explored her body, immersing himself in her taste and scent, the feel of her quivering against his tongue and her thigh muscles tensing in his arms.

“Sweet.” He pulled back to study her again, now more open to him, shiny wet shades of pink. “And so pretty.”

“Oh wow.”

He looked up at her. Still on her elbows, she watched him with hooded eyes and parted lips.

“You’re really good at that,” she breathed.

He smiled and resumed licking her. She was so wet, clearly turned on, and this time he let his tongue rub over her clit. Her body spasmed and now she collapsed flat on her back. He reached up and captured her nipples in his fingers as he opened his mouth over her. She trembled and her hips lifted to his mouth. He flicked his tongue back and forth over the knot, absorbing how her soft cries got louder, whimpered pants of delight. Then her clit swelled against his tongue and her body pressed into his mouth, going still.

“Oh God!” Her hands fisted in the sheets, head tossing on the pillow. “Oh my God.”

He gave a long, firm suck and her body writhed. When he lifted his head to look up at her, her breasts rose and fell with quick respiration. He released her nipples, gave her one last soft kiss, and then rose to his knees. He grabbed the condom and rolled it on, then slid up her body.

“Gonna fuck you now,” he murmured.

“Oh wow. Oh my God. I’m babbling. That was so good. You’re amazing.”

He liked hearing that. Also he was thinking that about her as he lined up the head of his cock with her pussy. He needed to be inside her, right fucking now, and then he was, clasped in her tight heat. “So fucking hot,” he murmured. “Yeah, take me, baby. Take it all.”

“Go deep. I like that. Deep and hard.”

Fuck yeah. “I can do that.” He pushed back to his knees, lifted her legs, and set her feet on his shoulders. “How’s that?” he grunted on a hard thrust.

She moaned.

He did it again. And again. Unbelievable.

“Harder.”

He’d been holding back. He was big. But she wanted it deeper. He fucking loved that. So he gave her more, their bodies banging together with hard jolts that made her soft breasts jiggle. The sight of that made him a little nuts, and his thrusts grew faster as pressure built in his balls. No. Not so fast. Not this time.

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