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  He smiled and didn’t release her hand. Instead he helped her from the stool and tugged her toward the door, leaving their unfinished drinks sitting at the bar.

  Chapter Two

  They walked down the quiet, darkened streets, hand in hand, Fiona not sure what to say as the silence stretched between them. Without the buffer of the other people around them Fiona started to wonder if this was a good idea. It felt…dangerous. She never lost her control and the desire clouding her brain was quickly fraying her hold. Fiona could feel her body winding tighter and tighter with every step she took.

  “Where are we going?” His voice carried across the sidewalk to her, edgy and full of promise. She shivered in response.

  “I just assumed we would go to my place. It’s only a few blocks from here.” She had just headed toward home without even thinking about it. She suddenly knew there was no way she was backing out. He was too tempting and the attraction between them was undeniable.

  Trent hooked his arm around her narrow waist and pulled her closer. “That’s good. I can’t wait to get there.”

  She looked up to smile at him. His penetrating stare stopped her in her tracks and the smile faded from her mouth. He pulled her into the circle of his arms and she couldn’t look away. Something about him was different. She couldn’t put her finger on it but she could see a hidden intensity in his clear, green eyes.

  She laid her hands on his chest, taking a step closer so she could feel his heat and smell his spicy scent. He glanced around them quickly and then tugged her into a shadow of a nearby building. She didn’t hesitate and released a long sigh when his warm, seeking mouth lowered to hers.

  He teased her at first, brushing his lips across her and then dipping his tongue into the corners of her mouth. With a desperate moan she opened to him and he groaned with pleasure, jerking her flush against him. His tongue plundered and swirled, sweeping her away with his kiss.

  She couldn’t recall ever having been kissed like this. He made her feel as if he might die if she suddenly decided to deny him access. Low moans escaped her and she moved her hand up over his shoulders to wrap her arms around his neck.

  She met the demands of his kiss with equal enthusiasm. His hands went down to cup her rear and used it to pull her up against the part of him that was straining against his pants. Arching her back, she rocked her hips back and forth against him.

  Suddenly she was lost. All she wanted was him and she irrationally didn’t care they were hiding in a shadow of a building, exposed to anyone who might pass by too closely.

  Trent struggled to gain control but the sweet taste of her mouth drew him back in again and again. His cock was hard as a rock and he was lightheaded. But sanity prevailed when someone walked by not two feet from their hiding place. Ripping his mouth from her lips, he rested his forehead against hers and tried to regain his control. Her breath was coming in heavy gasps as if she had just run a marathon and he realized he wasn’t the only feeling this strange, overwhelming need.

  Slowly his breathing evened out enough that he felt he might be able to walk again. “Only a couple of blocks, huh? How do you feel about running?” he asked her.

  Her gaze got wide for a split second and then her soft chuckle rolled over him. He couldn’t help smiling back at her. She was so beautiful with her hair tumbling over her shoulders and her lips reddened from his kiss. He was looking forward to the long night ahead. He planned to spread her out and devour her.

  Fiona let him pull her out of the shadows and down the sidewalk. They didn’t run but his pace was definitely much faster than it had been before the make-out session. She didn’t ask him to slow down. Her excitement helped her keep up with his long-legged stride.

  He would have walked right past her little dark-green house if she hadn’t tugged him into stopping. He glanced up at the windows that had soft, glowing lights shining from them and then at the beautiful old metal gate around her yard. It was home and the place she was most comfortable in the world.

  Suddenly she felt nervous about letting him in, letting him see how she lived. Normally she preferred to bring anyone she met onto her turf. It made her feel safe that way. But something made her hesitate now, as if she knew once she let him in there would be no going back.

  That was silly though. She would say her little spell when they got inside. They would have their fun and when it was over he would feel compelled to get up and go home, wherever that may be. Then in the morning he would wake up with a bit of a headache and fuzzy details on what had happened the previous night.

  She was sure the other men chalked it up to one too many drinks the night before and let it go. Most would remember they had spent a few hours in the arms of a woman but very few would remember what she looked like. It was her own form of security.

  Unlocking her front door, she led him inside and pushed her uneasiness away. He seemed so large in her tiny house. He stood there looking at her, his eyes smoldering.

  She closed the door behind her and removed her cloak to reveal the skimpy black tank top underneath.

  “Oh yes,” he groaned and jerked her up against him, lowering his head to her mouth. Thrusting his tongue between her teeth, he gave her no choice in the matter. Not that she would have stopped him even if he had given her the chance. He felt so good her body started humming with pleasure.

  He kissed her as if she were a cool drink of water on a hot summer day and he was chugging it down. Trying to relieve a primal need that was even now growing stronger.

  He sucked on her full bottom lip and then laved his tongue down her neck, leaving a trail of heat. She moaned low in her throat as his kisses became harder. Using his teeth, he scraped his mouth against her collarbone. He jerked the tank from her jeans and tugged it up over her head to toss it aside.

  He dragged his gaze over her, from her lacy black bra down to her hips, still hugged by her jeans. The excitement was pulling her under. She liked to be the one in control. The one who made the moves and led the way. But it sure didn’t feel as though she was in charge or that she had any control over what he was doing to her. And for once she wasn’t terrified. It only made the burn of desire stronger.

  Reaching for his shirt, she pulled it off him and ran her hands over the flat silk of his muscular chest and shoulders. He was all hard muscle and smooth, heated skin and she felt his stomach contract when she scraped her nails across it.

  The scars on the left side of his face traveled down his neck and shoulder. She caught his gaze as she ran her fingers over them. His eyes closed and he let out the breath he had been holding.

  Wrapping her arms around his waist, she smiled up at him as she went for the button on his jeans. He smirked back at her but he caught and stilled her hands. “Not yet, babe, we have all night and I plan on taking at least that long.”

  “Really? Well, I suggest that you get started.” She knew she was playing with fire but she couldn’t help it.

  “Bossy, aren’t you?” He softened the insult with a smile and something in her chest melted. It was the first time she had seen his full-blown grin and it only made him more attractive. Reaching for the button on her jeans, he unsnapped it and slid the zipper down. Fiona kicked off her shoes and toed off her socks as he pushed her jeans over her hips and held her steady with a hand on her waist as she stepped out of them.

  Pushing her up against her cool front door, he kissed her again and ran his hands across her bare skin. She ached to have him touch her breasts but he skipped the areas that were still covered by her skimpy underwear. Instead he gave his attention to certain places that usually went unnoticed. The heat pooled between her legs and she feared she would start dripping at any moment.

  Her hands went to his jeans again and franticly tried to get them off him.

  “Not yet, I told you,” he growled. Taking her hands, he held them behind her back with one of his. It was a deceptively gentle hold but she could feel the strength in his tense, corded muscles.

  Fo
r once in her life she didn’t object to a demand given by the man she was with. She let what little control she had on the situation slip away. She knew deep down he wasn’t going to disappoint her.

  “Maybe we should lay out some ground rules,” his gravelly voice whispered close to her ear.

  She wasn’t sure what he meant at first but then he tugged on her hands behind her back.

  “Just go for it and I’ll object if I need to,” she finally got out. She really didn’t want to take the time for a conversation at the moment.

  “Sounds good to me,” he said.

  He lowered himself to his knees in front of her. She could feel his warm breath on her belly and then his wet mouth kiss and nibble its way from her ribs to her bellybutton. Her knees threatened to give out when he thrust his tongue in her navel, mimicking the act of his cock thrusting in and out of her.

  “Mmmm,” he murmured, “I can smell how much you want me.”

  Fiona whimpered in response. She was past the point of reason and couldn’t have strung two words together if she had wanted to. His fingers were tracing the edge of her black lace panties and she inhaled a sharp breath, waiting, praying he would get to her sweet spot.

  He released her hands and gripped her hips on both sides. “I’m going to make you come right here against the door,” he promised her. Taking her knees, he gripped them and lifted them to rest over his shoulders, leaving her totally at his mercy. With her back resting against the cool door he slowly stood, her back sliding up until he was standing and her head was dangerously close to the ceiling.

  Her eyes went to half-mast and she glanced down at his dark head between her legs. He licked his lips and a hungry look came into his green eyes.

  He lowered his mouth to her lace-covered center and his hot breath heated her all the way through. He traced his tongue along the same path his fingers had taken earlier and with a deep growl and a quick jerk he tore her panties from her, tossing them over his shoulder.

  His mouth hovered inches from her wet folds and he spread her legs as far as they could go on his shoulders, opening her to him and exposing every inch of her. Bracing his legs, he buried his face in the red-colored curls covering her mound, causing her to jerk her hips and groan aloud.

  He sucked on the little nub, locking it in his mouth and rocking his head back and forth. She leaned her weight back against the door and tossed her hair from side to side. Her orgasm crept closer, tingling along the inside of her thighs, higher and higher. She was six feet off the floor with her hands behind her back and a gorgeous man with his mouth sucking relentlessly on her clit.

  She felt it break over her, screaming it out as the waves rolled in her body. Everything tightened and then released on one crashing wave of white-hot pleasure.

  “Yeah, baby, you taste so good,” he said as he pulled a breath away. Getting back to business, he began lapping up the juices her orgasm had released. He licked and sucked until she was a mindless mass of want, despite her raging orgasm. He quickly and masterfully brought her to the brink again and she shattered under his onslaught.

  Trent groaned along with her and his fingers dug into her hips. Slowly the tremors faded and he lowered her back to the floor and unhooked her knees from around his shoulders. Her head lolled back, her hair spilling over her shoulders, her legs weak and quivery.

  Fiona was afraid her knees were going to buckle any second and she would fall to the floor. But Trent reached for her, pulling her against him and offering his support. She grasped for the bulge in his jeans, rubbing him through the fabric.

  He growled against her mouth and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. “Where’s the nearest bed?” he panted.

  “Up the stairs,” she answered between the kisses and bites she was lavishing on his shoulders. Quirking a brow at her smiling face, he took the stairs two at a time and carried her into the bedroom at the end of the short hallway. He dropped her on the bed, making her giggle in delight.

  “Liked that, huh? I’ve got something you’re going to like even more.” His hands went to the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper. His big cock sprang free of his pants and boxers and she licked her lips in anticipation. Sitting up and scooting closer, she watched as he got rid of his pants, boxers and boots.

  He abruptly leaned for his pants and dug a foil packet out of his pocket. He tossed it on the bed and she smiled up at him. She was glad he remembered that.

  When he stood naked before her she sucked in a breath. He was practically perfect except for the light tan line across his waist. His narrow hips tapered down to strong thighs. He had a trail of dark hair that arrowed down his chest, over his stomach and then faded into the close-cut hair around his penis.

  Trent’s cock was mesmerizing. Long and thick, it curved slightly up toward his stomach. She suddenly had the undeniable urge to taste it.

  She took his hand and pulled him closer so her mouth hovered inches from tasting his silky hardness.

  She flicked her tongue out and it caught the head, making his cock jump and surge larger. He tangled his fingers in her hair, fisting it so she could only move the way he wanted her to. He brought her lips slowly to the tip and she opened wide to let him in. He groaned and tensed and she shook her head until he released her hair.

  Dangling her legs off the side of the bed, she laced her fingers with his and licked his hard shaft as if it were her favorite flavor of lollipop. He held himself still under her darting tongue but his muscles went hard and tense as he tried not to move.

  Fiona opened her mouth wide and slid him in as far as she could before locking her lips around him. His hips bucked and he reached down to squeeze one of her lace-covered breasts.

  Suddenly he moved his fingers back into her hair and used it to pull himself free of her mouth. “You’re very good at that,” he ground out.

  He pushed her gently back onto the bed and then slid her up with strong arms. He watched her face as he spread her legs and settled between them.

  His skin was hot to the touch and she wrapped her arms around him. He lowered his mouth to kiss her and she could still taste herself on his tongue. He pushed the cups of her bra down and her breasts spilled free. Her nipples tightened into hard buds, begging for his attention.

  She raised her hips, seeking him as he sucked a pink nipple into his warm mouth.

  He pulled away slightly and rolled the condom on with one hand.

  “Is that what you want?” he asked. His voice was husky and close to her ear as he rubbed the tip of his cock on her wet entrance.

  “Yes,” she groaned, “I want it now!” He gripped her hips and slid into her, holding her still as she bucked, trying to get him in farther, but he had stopped after the first inch. “More!” she screamed at him and dug her nails into his back.

  Bracing on his arms, he plunged into her, sinking to the hilt and ripping a scream from Fiona’s throat. Her muscles clenched around him, making her tighter and her wetness spread to their thighs. He pulled out and drove into her again and her mind went numb as her body was overtaken by pleasure.

  Dropping his head into her curls, Trent held on to the last shreds of his control.

  He held himself still, buried fully inside her until her clenching and fluttering subsided. It felt so good he would have been happy to stay there forever. Then he rose above her to look down into her passion-filled eyes and she whispered, “More.”

  Smiling at her, he began to move again, slow and deep at first, sinking all the way in and then pulling right to the edge of falling out. But then she started moaning and reached up to fondle her own breasts and pinch her nipples.

  It was so fucking hot, seeing her small hands covering her own firm tits. He increased his tempo, plunging in and out, over and over, their cries growing louder as the slapping of bodies got faster and faster.

  Fiona screamed first, her body convulsing and her juices dripping down between her legs. Trent pumped once more and erupted inside her, shouting
, “Yes, yes!” as he sank his fingers into her hips.

  She held him after he collapsed on top of her and for once in his life he didn’t immediately get up and head for the door.

  Chapter Three

  Fiona awoke hours later. The sun was just starting to stream through the bedroom windows. She moved to stretch and realized several things at once. First there was something heavy around her waist and she could feel warmth blowing on her neck. Then there was a suddenly swelling hardness that was nestled comfortably against her ass.

  He hadn’t left as he was supposed to. She was sure she had whispered the spell after they had woken and had sex again in the night. Maybe she had been too sexually satisfied to say the words properly, although that would have been a first.

  Maybe it had been exhaustion, which was probably more likely. After all, she wasn’t used to having six or seven orgasms in one night. The man sure knew his way around a woman. She wished, for the first time, that she could keep him around.

  Deciding she would just enjoy the morning and not think too much about why he was still here, she absorbed the feeling of his strong arms around her. Her core immediately quivered in response to his swelling erection. Rolling onto her back, she took her time gazing at him while he slept.

  His rough jaw was covered in stubble and she could still feel the brush of it between her thighs. He had a strong nose that looked as though it might have been broken a time or two. His dark eyebrows slashed dramatically over eyes she knew were a deep green.

  She got a better look at the scars on the left side. She didn’t think they detracted from his sexiness. They started just above his eyebrow and continued down his cheek, coming to an end on his neck. She may not know what had caused them but she knew he had been lucky.

  She ran her fingers over his chest and down along his belly. The man was sexy as hell and she wanted him again. Looking back up at his face, she stared into the clear green of his eyes that had suddenly opened.