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  He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Where can I take you? And please say my place.”

  “I was thinking about that,” she said, squeezing him harder. He could feel her against the entire length of his back, and it was driving him insane. Letting go of her arms, he lowered his hand and let his fingers glide up and down her shin. Her skin was incredibly smooth, but bumps rose under his fingers as he touched her. What he wouldn’t do to get into that control-top underwear. The thought made him grin. He should have known a woman would have secrets under a dress that tight.

  “And what have you decided?” he asked.

  He’d had a few women on his bike, but not many. It usually made sense to follow them back to their place. But nothing about this woman fell into line with the status quo. Years of living in a combat zone, training under excruciating circumstances, and living with his mother had sharpened Reeve’s intuition. And despite her earlier comment about casual sex, he would bet money this was something new for her. Knew that she was battling inside between her baser desires and her common sense.

  He had to convince her that it just made damn good sense to let herself live a little. Something told him if their bodies broke this amazing contact some sort of spell would be broken, so, using his feet for leverage, he shifted on the seat a little, turning his torso to the side so he could see her better.

  Their eyes met, and he took in the rosiness of her cheeks, craziness of her hair, and the now tangled dick headband bobbing on her head. Somehow, she managed to look adorably ridiculous and sexy as hell all at the same time.

  “You know we’re not done with each other, Whip,” he said, lifting his right hand to stroke her jaw with the back of his knuckles. Her eyelids fluttered, and she leaned into his touch just the slightest bit. She probably hadn’t even realized she’d done it. “Come home with me. I’ll make sure you won’t regret it.”

  Her eyes focused on his for a long moment before dipping down to his lips. And that was all it took. Reaching back to cup her head, Reeve pulled her lips against his. The angle was all wrong, him half turned, her leaning over his shoulder. But that didn’t make it any less amazing, especially when she reached up with her right hand and gripped the back of his neck, holding him to her.

  The kiss was messy and poorly executed, but it didn’t matter. He opened his mouth over hers and the second he felt her tongue he was confident her answer would be yes. He’d make her say it, of course, but if her words didn’t match the tone of her kiss, she was lying to herself.

  “What’s it gonna be? Can I have you?” he asked between small pecks. She gave the sweetest little whimper in response as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.

  She pulled back just long enough to mutter against his lips. “Yes. Please, yes.”

  This time it was his turn to groan and he pulled harder on the back of her head, not wanting to lose his connection to her hot mouth. After a moment his back was ready to cramp, so he managed to release her and quickly turned to face the front, started up the bike again, and headed for his place—which, thankfully, was only five minutes away.

  Once they pulled into his driveway he opened the garage and parked the bike inside before making short work of reaching for her hand to help her. They hadn’t said a word to each other since her breathy Please, yes, and he was starting to feel a little wary about her silence. He led her back outside and up to the front door of his place.

  As soon as he turned the key in the dead bolt, he pushed open the door and pulled her inside. The familiar panic of having someone new in his house fell over him, but he managed to shut down the internal dialogue so he could instead back her into the wall and lean against her. “You still want this, right?”

  To help her relax he slid his hands up her hips, dipping into her waist and along the sides of her breasts—all without touching her inappropriately. Suggestively, sure, but nothing more.

  She nodded, licking her lips. “Yes I do. I just . . . can I have a moment? Do you have a restroom?”

  Reeve smiled. “You’re in luck. I do have a restroom.”

  He was grateful when she laughed quietly, her body noticeably relaxing. She was nervous. That didn’t mean she was going to change her mind. If she did, he would honor that. Absolutely, no doubt. But damn, he wanted her bad and he was willing to be persuasive, which was why he responded by leaning in and kissing her deeply.

  His hands went into her hair, his pelvis pressed into hers. Her mouth didn’t hesitate to respond in kind, nipping and biting back at him before opening up and letting him in deep. Finally he was done reminding her why this was a good idea and took a few steps away from her. He angled his head toward the hall on the other side of the room. “Down and to the right.”

  “O . . . okay. Thank you.”

  He flipped on a lamp and watched her walk through his living room, her tight-as-hell dress shifting over her rather perfect ass.

  He heard the bathroom sink come on and made his way to the kitchen, unsure what to do with himself. Should he get them a drink? He stood in the refrigerator door for a long moment, thinking. Beer? Wine? Water? Shit, he had no idea, but he wanted her to be comfortable. Well taken care of. For some reason, as much as he knew this was a one-night stand, he wanted it to be special. Memorable at the very least.

  He closed the fridge and stood in the small galley thinking for a long moment. Then he heard the bathroom door creak open, followed by the sound of her heels clunking on his wood floor.

  “Reeve?” she called out. The sound of his name on her lips was amazing.

  “In here,” he said. When she entered the kitchen, he was relieved to see her smile. She’d removed the headband—which was a shame, as he’d become a little fond of it. “Can I get you a drink? I’ve got beer and wine. Coke?”

  “Actually, just some water would be nice.”

  He nodded and then grabbed a bottle from the fridge and handed it to her. He went ahead and got one for himself and watched as she took a drink. Damn, maybe he shouldn’t have come in here and broken the mood. She set her water down on the counter and, acting on instinct, he stepped right into her personal space, twining her fingers with his own and lowering his head to inhale her. Without having to be instructed she let her head loll to the side, giving him access to her neck. She let out a deep sigh as he took advantage, his mouth latching onto the taut skin just below her ear.

  “I’m glad you’re here.” He spoke in between licks. “The minute I saw you, I wanted this. Wanted to get my hands on you. My mouth.”

  Her only response was a hum deep in her throat, and he worked his way across her jaw and up to her lips. He pulled back just long enough to mutter, “Did you enjoy being on the bike?”

  The feel of her smile against his mouth answered his question. He placed small kisses on her full bottom lip.

  “I did. It was wonderful.”

  “I’m glad. I found it pretty enjoyable also.”

  She laughed, the sound low, throaty, and a little wicked. It was such a turn-on he couldn’t help taking her mouth in a full kiss just then. Thankfully she returned it with as much excitement as he gave.

  “I’d be happy to lay you out on the counter. But you might enjoy a bed a lot more,” he suggested, wanting to get her permission every step of the way.

  “Yes.” Her breathy answer blew against his cheek, sending nerves zinging down his torso and settling between his legs. He had a feeling this woman had no idea what she was doing to him. He was dying to show her.

  Reeve continued kissing her while he backed her out of the kitchen and through the living room toward the hallway. He was surprised but pleased when she slid her hands under his shirt as she’d done on the bike.

  “God, I love it when you touch me like that.”

  “Then touch me back,” she said.

  Oh hell yes. He could only pray that she would continue to be vocal about what she wanted. He loved that in a woman because as far as he was concerned the more talking in bed, the better. We
ll . . . as long as it was composed mostly of words not appropriate in polite conversation.

  He obeyed her command, reaching around her arms to the zipper between her shoulder blades, fumbling with it as they continued to kiss. Just as they made it to the bedroom door he’d gotten the zipper down as far as the top of her ass, and she pulled away long enough to push the material over her breasts. Thankfully he’d left a lamp on in here earlier.

  “Daaamn, look at you.” His words were clumsy and inadequate to describe the sight in front of him. She’d had no bra on under the skintight dress, and her full breasts could not have been more perfect if he’d dreamed them up. Full, round, and firm, with rock-hard nipples.

  He palmed one in each hand, squeezing gently, and went back to her mouth because kissing her was so good he felt like he could do it all night. Her lips were soft and ripe, the taste of her so sweet it was like getting drunk on expensive champagne. Not that he’d ever had any, but he knew it would be just like this.

  The back of her legs hit the bed, and Reeve let his hands slip down her torso and work her dress the rest of the way off her body while she stood before him. He went down on his knees as he tugged it over her hips, taking her in as he went. Her stomach was firm but her body still had plenty of curves to get lost in. Then he realized she’d lost the granny panties in the bathroom. He slid the dress down a little more, happy to find that she’d in fact lost all her panties in the bathroom. He groaned and looked up to meet her eyes.

  “Figured I might as well be ready for you.” She gave him the sexiest little smile and laid her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.

  “Holy shit, yes. I want you ready. Wet and ready.” His mouth went to her navel and he placed openmouthed kisses down the center of her soft stomach, breathing in the scent of her skin. He loved the way she shivered, her stomach muscles clenching at every touch of his lips.

  The dress continued its journey over her hips, and when she was fully exposed to him, he couldn’t help running his nose up the length of her, inhaling her scent.

  The sound of her breath hitching and the shifting of her legs together let him know that she was close to losing herself. Right now it felt as if he’d never wanted anything more in his entire life than to hear this woman come apart.

  He gently tapped her calf and she knew what he wanted, lifting her left foot so he could pull the dress off completely.

  And then she stood completely naked in front of him.

  Looking up at her once more, Reeve licked his lips as their eyes met. “Lie down, Whip. I’m going to lick every inch of you.”

  * * *

  This was a million, billion, trillion times better than reading a sexy book. There was no comparison. In fact, she wasn’t sure how never experiencing this ever again was going to work for her. She was going to be addicted to this feeling, and when she considered the fact that it was already this good and they were still just getting started, it made her dizzy. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that she’d made the right decision coming here tonight. She deserved this.

  Emily did as Reeve instructed and sat down on. He stood up to hover over her as she used her arms to pull herself onto the mattress of his perfectly made bed. Lying back, she rested her head on the pillow, trying not to get lost in the lingering scent of Reeve that floated up around her. It was the sexiest, manliest smell, and she wanted to turn over and roll in it like catnip.

  Instead she did something better: She watched as he reached over his shoulder, grabbed ahold of his shirt, and pulled it over his head. Emily had to bite the tip of her tongue to keep from making a sound. Torsos like the naked one standing above her were usually only found on television or in movies, but this one was oh so real. She could see the hint of a sexy tattoo curling around the edge of his back. For a second she was tempted to ask him to turn around so she could inspect it, but decided anything that halted the removal of his clothing was a bad idea.

  His pecs were well defined, and he was hairy. Not overly, just perfectly so. Manly so, across his chest and down the center of his stomach where it trailed underneath his jeans. She’d felt him there earlier, but seeing it was a dream come true. Things like this did not happen to Emily. Ever. Which was exactly why it was so right. Necessary.

  He continued to undress, stripping out of his jeans, and finally pulling off his boxer briefs without a bit of hesitation. He didn’t give her much time to admire his endowments—although she could tell he’d been blessed, or in this case, she had—before he was settling onto the bed and pushing her legs apart. Another night, with a different man, she might have taken a moment to protest or been embarrassed at being spread open and bared like this, but he hadn’t given her a chance to be squeamish and that made it even more erotic. She had obviously chosen the right man to fulfill the lust-filled fantasy she’d been developing over the past few months.

  To be taken.

  Skin met skin as his pelvis, stomach, and then chest touched her own. His mouth came down on hers once again, and she gave herself up, immediately opening to him. Kissing Reeve was a near-religious experience, and better than full-on sex she’d had with other men, which meant either he was amazing at it or her previous lovers were subpar. Both were accurate, she was certain.

  The sounds of their making out made her even hotter, the wet sucking, licking, and small moans that came from each of them. She’d never noticed how erotic the sound of kissing was, but good Lord it was turning her on even more than she already was.

  “You feel so good beneath me.” His hand plowed into her hair and gripped her head. He tilted his lower body in order to grind himself against her, and it was the most delicious sensation she’d ever known. His forehead dropped down onto hers. “It makes me want to do really nasty things to you, Whip.”

  “Do them. Please. That’s what I want.”

  “Is it? Because as much as I want to spread your legs and take you hard, I also have this urge to take my sweet time with you.”

  She felt frantic. “Take as much time as you want. But don’t be sweet. I want . . .” She swallowed hard, wondering if she could come out and say what she really wanted. In for a pound, she decided. No point in being shy when you were splayed naked underneath a strange man that you’d never see again.

  Oh God, she was splayed naked underneath a strange man.

  And it was wonderful.

  “Tell me what you want.” Reeve continued to rock his pelvis into hers, making clear thought nearly impossible. But she did know the answer, without question.

  “I want you to be . . . dirty.”

  He grinned down at her. “Do you? And what exactly qualifies as dirty for you?”

  Oh God, he was going to make her spell it out? This was supposed to be his specialty.

  “You want me to say nasty things in your ear?” he asked.

  Her eyes fluttered shut, loving the sound of his voice. She nodded.

  “Or do you want me to fuck you long and hard?”

  “Yes, both,” she cried, breathless.

  “Huh. I could do that. But is this going to be all about you? What if I’m in the mood to treat you like you’re fragile and sweet? Are you just using me to get you off, Sarah?”

  Emily opened her eyes, almost fearful of what she’d find because although she figured he meant to be playful, there was a slight edge to his words. But thankfully when she looked he’d already begun to make his way back down her body, his lips trailing a path of sensation over her bare skin. When the heat of his mouth enveloped a nipple, her back came off the bed and she let out a gasp. His tongue laved at her repeatedly and then his teeth clamped down, giving a gentle tug. He moved to the opposite breast, giving it the same attention.

  “You didn’t answer me,” he said, his breath warm against her stomach as he made his way down to exactly where she wanted him. His warm breath sent a chill over her wet folds. It was excruciatingly wonderful. “Are you using me to get you off? Because I can do that. I just want to know what you need.�
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  Emily nodded. “Yes, get me off. Please.”

  With that he dipped his head and ran his flattened tongue up the entire length of her, long and slow. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she gripped the sheets tight in her palms.

  He wasn’t gentle or sweet. His hands were firm and bruising on her inner thighs, pushing them back while his thumbs held her open for his mouth.

  “Oh . . .” she gasped, nearly unable to breathe as he went at her with his lips, tongue, teeth.

  “Grab my head, Sarah,” he said. His voice was muffled and she could feel his lips move against her skin. “If this is about you, you’d better show me how you want me.”

  Letting go of her vise-grip on the sheets, she did as he said, threading her fingers through his hair to grip his head. He let out a low moan and began to lick at her again, his tongue pumping in and out of her. “You like that?”

  “Mmmhmmm.” Her answer came out on a moan.

  His tongue moved higher, his strokes firmer as they flicked over her. “Or do you like it here? Like this?”

  Sucking in a shaky breath, Emily tilted her head to look down at him, and the sight nearly made her insane. She would grow old fantasizing about this image, her red fingernails tangled in his dark hair, her thighs spread wide for him. As if he knew she was watching, he looked up and their eyes met.

  “Put my mouth where you want me.”

  She couldn’t resist him right then. God, he was so damn handsome, so ready and eager to please her. He leaned down and nudged her with his nose one more time before she cupped his cheek. “I want you inside me, Reeve.”

  “And I want you to come on my face.”

  “Get up here,” she whispered. “Please.”

  Within seconds he’d grabbed a condom from beside him, put it on, and was on top of her, lips crashing down onto hers. His entire mouth was slick and wet, and he kissed her lips the same way he had down below. Ruthlessly, without sweetness or finesse. It was a plundering of her mouth and it was the best and most erotic thing she’d ever experienced.