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“Come with me,” he murmured when at last he
broke their kiss.

“Anywhere.”
The word fell from her lips before she even knew what she was going to say.

His lips quirked up into a grin as
he moved back far enough to look at her. “Don’t tempt me, angel. For now
though, I just want you to see something in the other room.” He helped her to
her feet, keeping her hands in his so she couldn’t reach for her sweater or
cover herself as he stood.

Without a word he moved her in
front of him, walking her out of the living room and down the hall toward what
she knew was his bedroom. “What’s in your bedroom that I need to see?”

“You.”

His voice was rough with need. That
single word rich with lust and the promise of pleasure. That one word was all
it took for Jo to know that whatever he wanted from her, he could have.
All of it.
Anything.
Everything.

She walked down the hall through
the open door to his bedroom without hesitation. She knew what she wanted.

Him.

Chapter Seven

Boxes of clothes still filled most
of the floor space, and Tag nudged them aside with his foot, clearing a path to
the bed.

“Sit,” he told
Jolena
,
thankful he’d thought to make the bed earlier. He’d planned on unpacking until
he was exhausted and then falling into bed. Now he had something very different
planned for the night.

She perched on the edge of the
mattress, looking around her with interest as he turned on the lights and then
cleared away a couple of boxes from the gap between the bed and a full-length
mirror leaning against the wall. He hadn’t had time to hang it yet, which meant
he could move it into the perfect position for what he had in mind.

He glanced back at
Jolena
to find her watching him intently, her dark eyes
full of questions and her fingers nervously plucking at the simple gray and
green patterned comforter she was sitting on. Her breasts were bare, and his
mouth watered at the sight of her pert nipples. He wanted to taste them, suckle
and toy with them until she was begging him for more, but not yet.

First, he needed to show her just
how beautiful she was.

When he had the mirror right where
he wanted it, Tag turned and joined her on the bed, sitting just behind her. He
reached around to cup her heavy breasts in his hands, thumbing the nipples
until they were tight little nubs. She felt so good his cock was throbbing
against the zipper of his jeans, but he needed to do this first. “You are so
damned lovely, angel. You have perfect tits. I’ve been imagining having them in
my hands, playing with your nipples until you were begging me to suck on them.
I love your hair, all these red curls. One of these days I’m going to stay up
all night and count your freckles, every damned one of them.”

A blush flowed up her body,
starting just above her breasts and rising to the tips of her ears. “I’ve
thought about you too,” she confessed, and he had to bury his head in her hair
to hide his smug smile.

“That’s good to hear, because I
haven’t been able to get you out of my head for days. Now I have you in my
bedroom, I’d like you to stay and let me show you every wicked thing I’ve been
imagining since we had dinner.”

A tremor flowed through her, her
eyes widening slightly as she reached up to put her hands over his. “Show me everything.”

Yes!

He nuzzled the back of her neck and
struggled to keep a grip on his control. He wanted her naked, now. Hell, five
minutes ago wouldn’t be soon enough. His balls tightened, his dick throbbed and
every cell in his body was combusting at the thought of fucking the beauty in
his arms. “Stand up and gets those jeans off.
Right now.”

She scooted out of his arms and off
the bed, standing so she was still facing the mirror. “I’ll just get the lights
first.”

“The hell you will. I want to see
you. You have no idea how much.”

Her lower lip vanished between her
teeth and for a moment he thought she was going to argue with him, but she
didn’t. Instead she turned around and started to slowly undo her pants. Tag was
standing in front of her seconds later, his hands on his own fly. He matched
her move for move until he caught his first glimpse of red lace, and then he
forgot everything but the need to see the rest of her barely-there panties.

She was laughing as he grabbed her
jeans and tugged them to her knees, but he hardly heard her. All his attention
was on the scrap of see-through lace that covered her pussy. He dropped to his
knees and pressed his mouth to her mound, letting the warm scent of her body
envelop him. Fuck, his angel was full of surprises. He shoved her jeans down to
her feet, holding them for her as she stepped out of them. He slid a finger
along the edge of the lace, groaning as he felt how wet she was.

He pushed deeper, past her swollen
labia and
Jolena
moaned, a wild sound that was ripe
with sensual promise. Still on his knees, he turned them both around and pushed
her gently backward until she hit the mattress. “Sit.”

She obeyed, her hands tangling in
his hair as she spread her legs and drew him in even closer. Fuck, yeah, this
was what he wanted. He let his tongue drag along the seam of her pussy and was
rewarded with another soft moan. He gripped the lace in his teeth and tugged it
to one side. Beneath the lace, her pussy was slick and bare, and he could taste
the sweet tang of her honey glazing his lips.

With a low groan, he buried his
face between her soft thighs and began to feast. He latched onto her clit and
sucked at it hard enough that she cried out, her fingers tightening in his
hair. She squirmed and bucked beneath his mouth, her moans growing louder as he
lashed at the delicate bundle of nerves caught between his teeth. When her legs
started to
tremble
Tag slid two fingers into her tight
passage. A flood of moisture flowed over his hand and her inner walls gripped
his digits with powerful pulses that made his cock harder than steel.

Fuck, he wanted to feel those tight
muscles clamped around his dick.

“Tag, oh god. This…I… I can’t!”

“Yes, you can. Come for me, angel.”
he lifted his head for just a second to speak before lowering his mouth to her
pussy again. There was no chance in hell he was stopping what he was doing, not
when she was so close. He wasn’t going to stop until she’d come, preferably
screaming his name.

Shifting his hand slightly, Tag
pressed his fingers deeper into her tight passage, curling them slightly as he
sought out the sensitive spot that would push her over the edge and bring her
to orgasm. He knew the moment he’d found it, because
Jolena’s
entire body stiffened and she moaned his name in ragged tones. He worked her
clit harder, pushing her higher until she gave herself over to rapture.

When he lifted his head at last, it
was to find her looking down at him with an expression of amazement on her face
that did fucking wonders for his ego. Her lips were parted, and he could see
the slight indent where her teeth had closed on her plump lower lip. Her face
was flushed, her pretty brown eyes full of fire. He wiped his chin with the
back of his hand and grinned at her. “Did you watch yourself in the mirror, angel?”

The color in her cheeks flared
hotter and he knew she’d watched. Better yet, she’d enjoyed it.

“That was…” she trailed off and
shrugged her pale shoulders.

“Incredible. Amazing, and just the
beginning of a long list of things I’m going to do to you.” Tag rose to his
feet as she laughed at him. He tugged at his jeans, biting back a groan as she
leaned forward to help. Just having her that close had his dick aching and his
head filled with images of her hands stroking him and that sweet mouth gobbling
down his cock.

“All of it sounds good to me,” she
whispered and he felt a surge of raw lust flow through him. The need in her
eyes was the ultimate turn on. He kicked off his jeans and briefs as he drew
her up off the bed and into his arms.

“It sounds good to me too.”

* *
* *

Jo wrapped her arms around Tag’s
hard body, not just because she wanted to, but because she didn’t trust her
still trembling legs to support her. His skin was hot everywhere she touched,
and she was enjoying touching him everywhere she could. He was all muscle and
strength, and when he held her she felt delicate, precious in a way no other
man had ever made her feel. She still couldn’t believe this was happening, but
she was too far-gone to care why he wanted her.

Why didn’t matter anymore. All she
knew was that he did, and she wanted him so badly she was nearly insane with
it. The mind shattering orgasm he’d already given her was more than she’d ever
experienced with Greg, throughout their entire marriage… Watching Tag as he ate
her pussy and fucked her with his fingers had been so erotic she’d been
mesmerized.

She could taste herself on his lips
as he kissed her, his tongue flicking lightly against hers as they rubbed up
against each other. The thick shaft of his cock was pressed against the soft
mound of her stomach, and she felt her thighs grow sticky as thoughts of how it
would feel to have him inside her raced around her mind.

“I want you.” She closed her eyes
as she made her confession into the dark heat of his mouth. In response he
grasped her hips and lifted her without apparent effort, placing her in the
middle of his bed. She tumbled back against the pillows, opening her eyes just
in time to watch him land beside her.

All
mine.

The greedy thought sent a thrill
sizzling through her veins and she rolled toward him, hands outstretched. They
came together in another scorching kiss, her hands spanning his chest as she
threw one leg over his, drawing them closer together. Tongues danced as he
gathered her close and rolled them both over so that she was straddling his
hips, his body stretched out beneath her like a carnal playground.

“Ride me. I want to watch you come
this time, angel.” He settled his hands on her hips and drew her higher up his
body so that his cock was a hard, hot wedge pressing into the seam of her cunt.

“Condom,” she whispered and he
flashed
her a
wry smile of apology.

“Sorry, right.
Condom.
I swear… you’re melting my brain.” He flung out a hand and blindly snagged the
bedside table drawer, yanking it open and grabbing something from inside. She
heard the crinkle of plastic as he tore the packet open, then offered a
lopsided grin and dropped his gaze to where their bodies met.

“Give it to me,” she offered,
taking it from him with shaking fingers. She moved back just enough to sheath
his impressive length with the latex, and then positioned the head of his cock
against her opening. When she lowered herself over him it felt so good she
threw back her head and moaned. He was thick enough that she had to go slowly,
letting him slide in one slow inch at a time.

Beneath her Tag had gone rigid, his
muscles standing out from the effort of keeping still and giving her control of
this moment. “Fuck, that’s good. Your hot little pussy is so
tight,
it’s like a fist, squeezing my cock.”

His coarse words shocked her, but
they turned her on, too. Greg had certainly never spoken to her this way when
they’d had sex, but then again, he’d never wanted her to leave the light on
either. Her inner walls pulsed, gripping his cock tighter. He arched up beneath
her, piercing her to the core as he lifted them both off the bed.

Buried balls-deep inside her, he
reached up to cup her breasts in his hands, twisting and teasing at her
nipples. Every touch sent shimmering bolts of heat straight to her clit, and
she started rocking her hips in time to his caresses.

“That’s right, ride me. Feel me
inside you, fucking you, making you feel so good. You are so damned sexy.” He
pinched one nipple and then let go to point to the mirror across from them.
“Look at us, baby. Do you see how gorgeous you are?”

She turned her head, catching sight
of her reflection. She was glowing, a sensual goddess flushed with pleasure as
she made love to a god made flesh. Her hips twitched and started moving faster
and Tag turned his head to watch the mirror with her, his mouth turned up in a
predatory smile that made her heart beat impossibly fast.

He slid a hand between them,
finding her swollen clit and pressing his fingertips against it so that every
stroke of her hips made her cry out softly. Pleasure coursed through her, raw
and primal. She rolled her hips, riding him harder now, and he groaned aloud,
arching high off the bed again. “Fuck yes, so
good
.”

“Tag…” she panted his name.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“So…so good,” she cried, her words
coming out rough and ragged.

He strummed her clit with his
fingers, toying with her nipples until she was nothing but sensation and heat,
lost to everything but the way he made her feel. Her orgasm bloomed slowly,
unfurling tendrils of bliss throughout her body until she felt like she was
floating. Her head fell back as she came, and in the distance she heard him
groaning her name like a prayer.

Still adrift in a sea of pleasure,
Jo felt him take her shoulders and draw her down for another kiss, and then
they were tumbling, rolling over so that she was beneath him and he was pressed
deep into her body again.

“My turn,” he growled.

“More?” Her query made him laugh, a
low, rumbling sound that filled her with happiness.

“We’re just getting started. I hope
you aren’t planning on going to work tomorrow, because if I have my way, we’re
not leaving the bedroom until this weekend is over.”