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  “Now push them closer together,” he ordered.

  When she did, he leaned down and tongued one rosy, stiff nipple until she moaned. He turned his head only slightly, since she’d presented herself so conveniently, and slipped the other nipple into his mouth.

  He opened his eyes. Their gazes held as he suckled her breast and lashed her nipple with his tongue. A feral lust overcame him. He didn’t want to stop, but he also wanted more of her. He ran his hands down her sides, glorying in the satiny flow of her skin. He encircled her narrow waist with both hands and she pushed her pussy against his cock again, rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat. He swatted the side of her jean-covered ass with his open palm and she froze.

  “Don’t try my patience, beautiful, or you’ll get more. On your bare ass.”

  He figured, from the dazed expression on her face, he’d gotten his point across for the time being. And wasn’t it going to be a pleasure to show her the consequences for teasing him when he was about to fuck her so hard her ears would ring for weeks?

  He sucked on her gorgeous breasts and familiarized his hands with every inch of her naked skin until his aching cock forced him to lift his head. Her huge eyes gleamed with excitement, but there was a touch of wariness in her gaze as he knelt over her body.

  He ripped at the fly of his jeans and shoved both them and his underwear down to his thighs. His cock fell free, feeling heavy and ponderous. He rolled onto his back in order to kick off the remainder of his clothes. When he straddled her again, she stared fixedly at his erection.

  Her hands started to slide off her breasts and she began to sit forward…her lips parted hungrily.

  “Uh-uh,” he muttered as he grasped her shoulders. He’d have to be an idiot not to read the intent in her eyes, and brain-dead to refuse the offer. But Alex was straining to find a measure of control, and Angeline’s lush mouth was a sure means of losing it at that moment. “Not now, Angeline. Put your hands back on your breasts.”

  Her gaze flickered up to his face uncertainly and then fell again to his cock. She licked her lower lip regretfully before she offered her plump breasts again. She made a sound of surprise when he pressed the head of his cock between her breasts.

  “Let me in, Angeline,” he said tensely, his gaze fixed on the crevice between soft, firm flesh. She complied, parting the mounds. He thrust, and grunted in pleasure when she squeezed her breasts around his cock.

  “Don’t tell me that, with breasts as beautiful as yours, you’ve never had a man fuck them?” he grated out as he flexed his hips, his eyes glued to her breasts and the sight of his swollen cockhead poking up between them. “I wanted to from the first moment I laid eyes on you.”

  He braced his hands on the cushions of the couch and thrust several times. He knew he was being selfish—how much pleasure could she take in this, after all?—but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

  Angeline was beauty and sex personified, in his mind. And he was just a guy. Who was he to resist heaven, he thought dazedly as he thrust with more force and his pelvis made a whapping sound against the lower curves of her breasts. The sight of her fulsome flesh bobbing upward and Angeline staring up at him with lust-glazed eyes almost made him spill his seed then and there.

  Sliding his cock out of that warm, soft crevice might have been the hardest thing Alex had ever done in his life.

  But there was so much more territory to be discovered. Angeline Kastakis spread out before a fire, her magnificent breasts in her hands, her cheeks flushed pink with arousal. His gaze moved over her torso as she panted. The contrast of her full, ripe breasts and delicate ribcage made his cock tug insistently.

  He was horny enough to come spontaneously and he hadn’t even taken her jeans off yet. He bent down and did just that with brisk precision. She released her breasts and came up on her elbows as he wrestled her jeans off, lifting her hips and feet to assist him. He knelt next to her knees and looked up at her fire-gilded body as she reclined there, wearing only a scrap of ivory silk panties.

  She seemed to go entirely still as he straddled her, his gaze fixed at the juncture of her thighs. Anticipation unlike anything he’d ever known stabbed through his cock as he slowly, deliberately, lowered her panties.

  He tossed the panties aside and placed his hands on thighs so silky, so shapely, they could make a grown man weep in longing. He spread her and stared at her pussy, spellbound by the sight.

  “Alex.”

  He glanced up sharply at the desperation in her plea.

  “Shhhh,” he soothed when he saw the pinched quality to her facial features—the expression of someone who hurt from intense sexual desire. “Put your hands behind your head.”

  Puzzlement shadowed her face.

  “Put your hands behind your head and keep them there until I say otherwise,” he instructed gently. “I’m going to make you come, beautiful.”

  He watched as she reluctantly placed her hands behind her head. He smiled and lowered his head between her thighs. “You see? There are benefits to letting go.”

  She panted and watched him with ebony eyes spiked by fire as he carefully parted her damp, swollen outer lips. He inhaled slowly, letting her scent fill him. He closed his eyes in order to focus solely on her flavor and ran his tongue over her clit. They groaned in unison. Her taste ignited some kind of powerful chemical reaction in his brain.

  He held onto her hips and began to eat her in earnest.

  She cried out when he covered her sex with his mouth, applying a firm suction as he pressed and played her clit with his tongue. Her flavor pervaded him, making him crazed…lust-drunk. She writhed beneath him, just as lost in need as he was. He was in the process of stabbing at her erect clit with a stiffened tongue when she keened and twisted her hips, making herself a moving target. Her hands cradled his head at the same moment, pressing him more firmly between her thighs.

  He came up on his knees. She gasped at his sudden departure. He hooked his forearms behind her lower thighs and rolled back her hips. His palm cracking against her ass had the effect of a gun going off in the silent room.

  “What are you doing?” she squawked.

  Alex didn’t answer immediately. He was too busy running his hand over the firm, succulent flesh he’d just warmed with his palm.

  It was going to be one hell of a night.

  He released her legs after a moment before he once again spread her thighs and lowered his face to her pussy. She tensed in anticipation.

  “Did I tell you to remove your hands from behind your head?”

  “No,” she whispered, her gaze glued to his face.

  He raised his eyebrows in a wry expression. She slowly replaced her hands, but she looked doubtful.

  “It’s only because your hands on me make me crazy,” he murmured.

  “Oh.”

  “Do you want to come now?”

  She nodded rapidly, her eyes speaking volumes to him.

  He secured her hips with his hands. “Hold still, now. Don’t fight it.”

  She nodded once again. Her eyes widened as he parted her labia. He stared at her exposed pink, glistening flower. He slid his tongue between the lips, stroking her clit with a stiffened tongue while she watched. When she began to shudder and cry out in climax, he placed his whole mouth over her outer sex, sucking her juices and stimulating her clit with a thrashing tongue.

  He was so wild with lust, he wasn’t even aware of moving, but suddenly he knelt before her, cradling her ass in his hands. He held her up to his mouth and drank from the fleshy bowl of her pussy, ladling her sweet cream as he delved his tongue deep into her slit, his lips continuing to press and stimulate her clit as she shook in climax. Feeling her shudders of pleasure vibrate into his hands while Angeline’s juices ran down his throat sent him into a fever pitch of excitement.

  Her convulsions had waned slightly by the time he set her hips back down on the sleeping bag and moved over her. She seemed dazed as he lowered his head to hers, still lost
in her pleasure. Her lips parted as she panted. He delved his tongue between them, ravaging her mouth, sharing her sweet flavor. With one hand, he fisted his cock and arrowed it toward her slit. He swallowed her gasp when he thrust and penetrated her hot, tight clasp.

  He lifted his head and grimaced in pleasure.

  “Jesus,” he hissed between clenched teeth. He raised himself off her upper body, supporting himself by his arms. The new angle gave him the purchase he required. He thrust again, this time sliding into Angeline to the hilt. He paused, gasping raggedly, with his balls pressed tight to her damp tissues. She took him so well, so completely, and yet her vaginal walls squeezed him like a snug, velvety fist.

  A mandate to mate overcame him, mindless and primal in its intensity.

  “Alex.” He paused in his preparation to thrust, hearing the note of uncertainty in her tone—the hint of misery. He met her gaze. “A condom. We can’t without a condom.”

  His groan of stark irritation scored his throat. He steeled himself and withdrew.

  He growled like a beast having its supper yanked away from it when her absence crashed into his awareness. She said nothing as he sprang from the floor.

  He wasn’t mad at Angeline for bringing up a condom, he thought as he raced down the hallway to his bedroom. His anger was at himself for forgetting such a normal, routine aspect of having sex. He was angry for having allowed himself to be naked inside Angeline Kastakis’ deepest embrace.

  How the hell was he ever going to forget that when his father came to take her from him in a few days time?

  He was worried her ardor would have cooled by the time he returned, that he’d have to coax her once again into readiness to receive him. But although she’d removed her hands from behind her head, she lay on her back, her breathing still escalated…her pale thighs spread. He rolled on a condom and came down over her.

  “I’m about to lose it, I want you so bad,” he said, realizing too late his tone sounded accusatory. He thrust into her slit, heedless of her soft cry, consumed by his own rampant need for Angeline.

  He wasted no time in setting a rapid, forceful pace. She didn’t seem to mind his eagerness. Her bobbing hips met him stroke for stroke. Lost in the midst of profound arousal, Alex wondered distantly if he wasn’t indeed taking out his anger on Angeline. But then his lust swelled as the sounds of their frantic fuck crashed in his ears—Angeline’s high-pitched whimpers and cries, his own fierce grunts and the slapping sounds of their skin rhythmically striking one another’s, the tempo quickening with each passing moment.

  She held onto his shoulders as if for dear life, her nails scoring him, and he paused, fully sheathed inside her, then grabbed her arms. He pinned her wrists to the floor above her head, holding them there with one hand. He resumed fucking her while their gazes held, savoring the image of her breasts bobbing in the wake of their forceful joining, restrained beneath him…utterly his.

  At least for this brief moment of time.

  The volatile thought caused his cock to lurch furiously in her tight sheath. It was too late…he couldn’t take anymore of this potent torture. He reached between them, massaging her slick clit, desperate for her to join him in the beckoning conflagration.

  She cried out sharply. At the sensation of the walls of her vagina convulsing around him and a rush of heat around his cock, he thrust deep. He roared as climax ripped through him…as he lost himself in the consuming depths of Angeline’s fires.

  Chapter Six

  Angeline lowered her arms slowly. She ran her hands down Alex’s heaving ribcage and across his muscular back, enraptured by the sensation of smooth, thick, perspiration-damp skin. He felt magnificent—so different from her, truly the epitome of male beauty.

  He’d been so rough with her. No…not rough, that wasn’t right. Demanding and utterly confident she’d meet his demands.

  She had, much to her amazement.

  And she’d loved it.

  It was crazy what had just happened. A lunacy to be feared or an insanity to be treasured—Angeline didn’t know which.

  He lifted his dark head from the juncture of her neck and shoulder and pressed his lips to her leaping pulse. His heat penetrated into her, making her shiver, and Angeline knew whatever had just occurred—madness or magic—it couldn’t be denied.

  The fires in his blue eyes were banked when he met her gaze, but Angeline sensed they were ready to leap forth at a touch…at a word. Alex Carradine may not be polished, but he was the most vibrant man she’d ever met. His passion stunned her in its immediacy, its intensity.

  Best to admit it. She’d never felt more alive in her life than in those flaming moments Alex had branded her with his singular passion.

  “Are you all right?” he rasped.

  She nodded, her throat clogged by the unasked question, what now?

  His eyelids narrowed slightly. Angeline wondered bemusedly if she’d actually spoken the question out loud.

  “Don’t. Not now. Now’s not the time to worry about it. I’m going to make love to you again. Maybe after that you can worry, but not now, Angeline.”

  Her throat convulsed as she swallowed the knot in it with difficulty. His boldness, the sheer force of his character stunned her a little. How could Mitchell make his son out to be an immature rebel with no backbone? Angeline couldn’t have imagined an individual who was more opposite in that representation until she’d met Alex. As a matter of fact, Alex was so rich in character, she’d begun to suspect that Mitchell’s portrayal of his son was purposefully inaccurate. Why that would be, she didn’t know.

  “You would have been a billionaire if you stayed in business, do you know that?” she whispered.

  His handsome mouth pulled in irritation. “I am in business.”

  “I’m not echoing your father, Alex. I just meant that you could tell a person they needed to buy a truckload of umbrellas in the desert, and they’d do it.”

  He leaned down until their faces were only inches apart, his gaze spearing her. She felt his cock swell inside her and bit her lower lip to stifle a whimper.

  “Does that mean you’re buying the umbrellas?”

  “I’m considering it,” she whispered. “Which says a lot. Because I know for a fact its absolute lunacy and I’m going to regret it later on.”

  His hard mouth softened infinitesimally, telling her he liked her answer. “Useless to regret the inevitable.” He gave her an assessing glance before he pushed his upper body off her. “Speaking of umbrellas…I think I better open up another one. The old one got pretty well used in that storm.”

  The whimper of arousal she’d been holding in erupted out of her throat as a cry of protest when he withdrew. She watched in fascination as he knelt next to her and light and shadow dappled his big, muscular, naked body. She thought of battle-hardened Roman soldiers, of warrior gods naked of their armor.

  He glanced up in the process of removing the condom and caught her staring. She didn’t know what he saw on her face, but he went entirely still. His features went rigid.

  “You’re beautiful,” she murmured.

  He opened his mouth as if to speak, but then he just shook his head and returned to his task, and Angeline went back to gaping. His penis still looked full and formidable—firm enough that the new condom he rolled on stretched tightly across his girth. She longed to touch him, taste him, but he came back over her a few seconds later and once again slid his cock into her slit.

  “You’re beauty, Angeline.”

  Her mouth fell open at the impact of being impaled by him again combined with his gruffly uttered—and damnably sweet—turn of phrase.

  Then he kissed her neck languorously, and Angeline realized that he hadn’t wanted their post-coital intimacy to end, despite the necessity of requiring a new condom. He wanted to stretch the moment.

  Make it last.

  The realization made her eyelids burn for some reason.

  He nuzzled her lips with his own and she turned her head. Thei
r mouths fit perfectly, just as their bodies did. For long, delicious moments, they kissed while his cock throbbed and swelled inside her.

  It felt decadent, wildly erotic, to move so slowly and languidly from the heated afterglow to the simmering burn once again.

  She couldn’t get enough of his lips, his tongue, his taste. It was as if she’d thirsted her whole life and never knew for what, precisely, until that moment. No one had ever kissed her like Alex did. He ate her mouth and plundered her depths as if she were the last sensual feast in which he’d ever partake. It was the sweetest intoxicant a woman could drink, to feel a man such as Alex’s sexual desire as if it were as real as his dense, flexing muscle and the hard flesh that joined their bodies for this brief, carnal union.

  He lifted his head and pressed his lips to her neck. His mouth opened as she murmured, as though he wanted to consume the vibrations of his name in her throat. Her head fell back, exposing more of her skin for his ravishment.

  He moved as he explored her with his lips, stroking her pussy slowly, carefully building their fire. He nibbled lightly at her earlobe and she shivered.

  “Are you sore—from the first time?” he asked quietly as he continued to stroke her, causing a delicious friction to build in her pussy—like a sexual itch that needed to be scratched at all costs.

  “No.” She turned her head and brushed her mouth against his, then bit at his lower lip.

  “No?” he rasped as he nipped her back. “I rode you hard.”

  “I liked it, as I recall.”

  He lifted his head and stroked her more deeply while their gazes held. His satisfied grunt pleased her on some primal level.

  “You’re very tight, but very wet. I suppose that helps things. You fit me better than I imagined you would. And I imagined plenty.”

  She didn’t know how to respond to that. So she stared up at him while his cock massaged her deeply and thoroughly, drowning in sensation. It was intensely intimate to lie there while he fucked her, their previous climaxes keeping the wildfire at bay, but still…