She was going to stop breathing at any moment. Her
heart was going to erupt right out of her chest, and her
body was on the verge of self–combusting. She'd never
been more aroused in her life.
Luken's hands cradled her face as he nipped at her chin
and jaw, sending little shivers up and down each vertebra
of her spine. She could feel his desire and hunger for her,
mingling with her own in such a way it nearly blinded her.
The sensations igniting in her body churned wildly along
her veins. A blazing fire burned from within her soul.
Unimaginable lust filled her body to the brim,
overwhelming every fiber of her being, simmering in each
nerve ending, melting any reserve she had of sleeping with
this godlike stranger. He wanted her. She could feel it
straight to her toes. His body craved hers. He wanted to
soothe the untamed beast she had not even known lived
inside her.
"Oh, God, Luken?" she gasped. "Are you sure we should
be doing this?"
"Doing what? Enjoying ourselves? Enjoying the pleasure
we can give each other?"
Voice trembling, she muttered, "Yes, but even so, it
doesn't make it right. I don't even know you."
He held her gaze, his face an inch away from hers. In a
low, primal, deep voice, he shared, "My name is Luken
McCree. I have a twin brother named Ryken and no other
siblings. I'm six three and over two hundred pounds. I was
born in Texas, and I'll be thirty–three in March. I
work and live at McCarthy Ranch, a property that's been in
my family for generations. I've never been married, never
even been close to asking a woman to marry me, and I have
no children. But the most important thing you should know
about me is that I'm incredibly attracted to you, Tabitha
Burns." He brought her fingers to his lips, kissing each
one in turn. "I haven't had sex in a very long time, and I
fear that if you deny me the chance to make love to you
I'll never survive the night." He pressed his lips over
hers and nibbled at her mouth before pulling away. His eyes
were so full of heat and passion she nearly melted into the
seat.
"Beautiful Tabitha, you must be aware that my hand
would never satisfy the cravings and fire you set inside
me. Surely, you can feel the desire I have for you. I've
never wanted anything more than to be with you."
She smiled. He was so damn charming she couldn't see
straight. Her fingers traced over his broad shoulders, the
fabric of his undershirt annoying and coarse.
What did she have to lose? She was a grown woman in the
arms of a gorgeous man who clearly wanted her as much as
she wanted him. What was so wrong with allowing her body
one night to have her most primal needs satisfied? What
better way to have that itch scratched then by a man who
looked as exquisite as Luken? A man who was by far one of
the sexiest men she had ever laid eyes on.
A deep sigh later and she was saying to herself, Oh,
what the hell.
"Take this off," she told him, pinching the white
undershirt, lifting to reveal bronzed, delectable skin.
Skin she couldn't wait to feast upon.
Her mouth watered. She had been alone for so long it
was all she could do to not seem desperate, easy. She had
already envisioned him naked, his hard cock pounding into
her pussy with more vigor than she could stand. Licking her
lips, she could practically taste the pre–cum that
seeped from the head of his cock.
He leaned back and tugged his shirt up over his head.
Within seconds he returned, positioned between her legs,
cradled against the inferno blazing at the core of her
body. Moisture pooled as he brushed his pelvis against hers.
Oh, God in Heaven...
Her head kicked back against the high back cushion of
her chair, stretching her neck as she enjoyed the firmness
of his cock pressed against her covered pussy. His lips
sampled her neck, kissing and licking the warm flesh. She
shivered, fingers digging into the taut muscles of his
chest, shoulders, and back. The heat pouring out of his
flesh was like standing in front of a roaring fire, he was
so warm, inviting her to close the distance between them.
The taste of his lips was pure male and heated spice.
His mint–flavored tongue molded with hers, sliding
against hers with determined strokes. He eased back to tug
her bottom lip into his mouth, over and over again, licking
and tasting her.
She had never been kissed like this before, as if the
man couldn't get enough of her. He tasted her mouth like a
man starved for her touch, needing her more than he needed
his next gulp of air. She loved it, not realizing just how
much she had missed the feel of a man in her arms. The
sensual caress Luken offered her made her eyes close as a
soft moan escaped her lips.
With Luken the intimacy between them would be
different. Just sex—good old, hot and sweaty, I can't
believe how many orgasms I just had sex—nothing more.
She wouldn't confuse the situation as she had with her last
relationship. She'd make sure of that. Once this matter
with Brie had been resolved, she would return to her life
in Seattle. Her boring, nothing ever happens to me life.
Tabitha was lost in the touch and taste of the man
captivating her body. Powerful hands crept up her thighs,
hips, and waist. His fingers pulled at the material of her
shirt and then freed her body of the confines of her skirt.
The warm press of his hands against the flesh of her ribs
and belly singed her, nerve endings charged and tingled.
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