Unbidden she wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, glorying in both the strength of his body as he gathered her to him, his arms sliding around her waist and back to draw her to him until the only thing that separated them were their clothes.
His kiss remained light, careful, and it was she who deepened it, her tongue seeking entrance as fire sparked along her veins and the overwhelming urge to be as close as she could to this man swept through her.
Her inhibitions were thrown to the wind as he opened to her, allowing her entrance to the hot, heated cavern of his mouth, and his essence filled her, dancing across her tongue in a tantalizing wave of masculine taste even as his scent filled her.
The sensuous slide of his tongue against hers accompanied by the slide of his hands beneath her shirt had her arching into him, pressing her breasts against his hard abdomen, and then her breath caught when his calloused palm scraped between them, sliding upward, unerringly working under her bra to capture her breast. He cupped her, moulded his palm to the generous curve, and she felt her nipple pebble hard against his palm. He answered the reaction of her body by massaging his palm against her nipple, and little erotic sparks shot through her as though via an invisible, vibrating string that plucked deep within her loins.
One hard thigh slid between hers, moving relentlessly against her mound, making her arch even more, and he swallowed her moans, taking over within seconds, controlling their kisses, making them deeper, hotter, claiming her mouth as surely as he was claiming her body.
His hand disappeared from her breast and she moaned.
“Easy, Harly.” His voice was husky, low.
Several quick movements and her cardigan was off and tossed somewhere, followed by her long-sleeved top. She didn’t have time to feel self-conscious, not when he drew back to look down at her bountiful breasts almost overflowing the purple satin of her bra and breathed, “Beautiful, damned beautiful.” His gaze lifted to lock onto hers. “You are so beautiful, Harly.”
The truth was in his eyes, in his voice, in the way his hands slid up her sides leaving a shiver of delight in their path. There was no way she could feel anything but, not when he looked at her with such passion making his brilliant blue eyes burn with an almost carnal light.
He moved back only enough to whip the jumper he wore over his head and toss it aside. The movement tousled his blonde hair and an errant lock fell over one eyebrow, giving him a sudden decadent air when combined with his sensuous lips, which were too firm to be anywhere near feminine, but were nonetheless full.
When his shirt followed, the light fell upon his muscled torso, the swell of his pectorals and the six pack that drew her fingers. She stroked along the hardness, and he sucked in his breath, his eyes burning as he looked into hers.
Then his hands were at her bra, moving deftly to unsnap the clasp at the front and peel the cups away to release her breasts. His eyes feasted on them, and for once she was proud of her breasts, the overgenerous swells that he plainly enjoyed as he slid one hand beneath each, weighing them in approval. In a movement that surprised her, he fell to one knee, bringing her down to straddle one hard thigh, and she had to steady herself by catching his shoulders in her hands, about to protest her weight on him, but he took her breath away by the simple act of taking one hard little nipple into his hot mouth and sucking strongly, making her throw her head back and bite her lip as hot shivers wound down through her, plucking from her nipples deep into her womb.
She arched beneath his mouth, gasping when he trailed a string of kisses to her other breast before engulfing that nipple in his mouth and sucking just as deeply, just as strongly.
His big hands on her waist helped steady her, and she could only moan when his fingertips slid beneath the waistband of her pants and further down, caressing the swell of her generous globes with long, dexterous fingers.
A hot mouth at her throat, hot hands on her flesh, her nipples hard nubs of aching desire, Harly was at Alex’s mercy.
He tipped her back suddenly, pushing forward with his chest as his thigh slid from between hers, and his hands cushioned the back of her head as she fell back onto the rug.
One second astride his hard thigh, the next on her back with her head cradled in his protecting hands, Harly only had enough time to blink in surprise before he loomed above her, his knees either side of her hips as he bowed over her, capturing her mouth again, kissing her long and deep, hot and hard, while his hands unzipped her pants and unfastened the button. He slid her pants over her hips and down, shifting his body as he did so, moving lower as he pulled her pants and panties off her in several smooth moves, and before she knew it he’d pulled them completely off along with her sneakers and socks.
He rose at her feet, straightening to stand tall and muscular before her, and she felt a sudden flush of shame at being before such a specimen as he, her overgenerous curves bared to his gaze, and she looked away, her cheeks burning, a sudden desire to almost cry coming to the fore.
“Don’t.” His voice was low.
She bit her lip.
“Look at me, Harly.” When she didn’t immediately obey, instead moving one leg up in a small attempt to hide some of her body from him, his voice hardened. “Look at me. Now.”
It took all her courage but she finally obeyed, looking up, half afraid to meet his gaze. When she finally looked directly up into his eyes, she was shocked by the pure desire burning within them, the heat as his gaze swept carnally along her body, the very cupiscence of it making her nipples pebble once more as she almost felt the lick of his ardour sweeping along her skin.
“Yeah,” he said huskily. “You can see your effect on me, Harly. I love your body, every soft curve, every generous swell. It’s mine. All mine.” His hands went to the snap on his jeans. “And if you still have doubts about the effect you have on me, then I’ll prove it.”
After toeing off his boots and socks, he moved slowly, unsnapping the jeans, pulling the zip down, using his thumbs to slide the heavy material over his lean hips and down his thighs, removing his boxers at the same time.
She moistened her suddenly dry lips with her tongue as he bent down to remove the jeans and then slowly straightened, arms by his sides, shoulders straight, the light picking out every hard shape of muscle of his masculine body. His thighs were heavy, muscles flexing within them as he moved slightly, but it was the hard shaft that jutted up against his stomach that drew her gaze.
His desire for her made it thick. His desire for her body made it hard. His needing of her had the drop of moisture seep from the head to run back down the shaft, and he caught it with his hand, moving his cupped hold up his shaft to the tip before gripping the hard, thick length and stroking upward slowly, firmly, the whole time his eyes burning down at her, the pure rapacity plain on his face.
“You, Harly,” he grated. “This is for you, because of you. You’re the only woman who has ever affected me so much that I ache from wanting to be inside you. I burn for you.” He dropped suddenly to his knees, coming up to place his hands on her knees, pushing her legs apart as she watched in stunned silence, her blood hot and heavy in her veins even as she struggled to grapple with the knowledge that this perfect specimen of manhood was actually turned on by her body. By her.
“I’m going to taste you,” he growled. “Every damned, luscious inch, Harly, and you’re going to let me. I’m going to swallow so much of you that even when I’m thousands of miles away, you’ll be inside me, and I’ll know your taste just by closing my eyes.”
It was the last thing she heard as he bent down over her, his hands on her thighs pushing them wider apart, his arms curling beneath her knees to bend them back to his satisfaction as he slid down to lie full length between her legs with his shoulders invading her space.
Stunned by what he meant to do, she couldn’t believe it, her heart thundering, and then she was arching back in shocked prurience as his tongue swiped firmly between the sheltering labia to press fully against her peri
neum.
There was no tender touch, no light delving, no gentle tracing of the outer lips. Instead, he tongued her with a craven appetite; she could feel it in his intensity, the way he set to bring her creaming for his mouth to devour.
Inexperienced in oral sex she might be, but the single-minded determination with which he ravished her tender flesh was proof of his insatiability.
His tongue swept along the tender flesh, circling around the virginal little clitoris that now lay exposed to his voracity. He sucked the tiny bud, making colours explode violently behind Harly’s eyelids, crashing her out into a surf of crystal fragments that tore at her with eroticism.
Every swipe of his tongue made her breath stutter frantically, every scrape of his teeth had her moaning, and when he delved inside the entrance to her body, humming his appreciation of her moistness, she shuddered.
There was no doubt he drank of her essence, her body’s cream surging with every demanding movement of his mouth.
Harly shattered, thrown out into a vortex of emotions and eroticism so intense she thought she’d surely die. Her heart thundered, her fingers gripping the thick rug beneath her, her thighs straining against the ungiving hardness of the male body that held her open for his delight.
Alex didn’t let her come down, forcing her higher with every sweep of his tongue, every insistent suck on the little nub that was unprotected, every lick of her cream.
She didn’t know how long he kept her up in those shattering heights, spinning away from one splintering sensation to the next, but suddenly she became conscious of him above her, his hands braced beside her head as he smiled darkly down at her, almost wolfish in his carnal heat.
“Oh God, Alex!” She almost screamed the name as he rammed home inside her, his thrust so hard and sure, boring through her tender channel until he was buried to the hilt inside her.
“Yes,” he grated harshly. “Scream my name, Harly. Scream it.”
Another hard thrust had her hurtling upwards, her nails scratching along his back as she screamed his name once more.
He rode her hard, merciless, hips pumping powerfully as he took her with a voracious heat.
There was no doubt who was the master in that moment as he played her body, controlled her, made her experience the reality, and it was magnificent. Mind-shattering. Almost frightening.
He could read her like an open book, dipping his head down to rain tiny kisses along her cheek, smothering her fear beneath tenderness, and once he had her emotions and sensations spinning again out of control, he pushed her mercilessly once more, higher, higher, shattering her restraints, every thrust of his hips tearing her into erotic pieces.
This time when she was flung out into the vortex she felt him come with her, his hot seed pouring deep, almost scalding her as it coated her spasming walls.
And then she was lost to everything.
When she finally came to, she was laying on her side, her legs entwined with Alex’s, his arms tight around her back and waist, one of his big hands resting on the generous globe of her bottom. Her cheek was against his chest. Pressed against the entire front of Alex, all Harly could do was slump limply against him.
“Jesus,” he said shakily against her hair.
She was too deliciously wrung out to do more than make an inarticulate sound of agreement. Held in his protective arms, she happily drifted on the aftermath of what had been an earth-shattering joining.
“Harly?”
“Uh,” she groaned. “Don’t talk.”
Laughing softly, Alex gathered her tenderly against him and buried his face in her hair.
With the heater blowing warm air on them, she fell asleep in his arms. Once she awoke and dimly registered the blanket of the sofa draped over them both. Closing her eyes and nestling closer to the big body against hers, she once more drifted off.
When she awoke again, it was to see the sun shining through the big lounge room window and in place of Alex’s body against hers, she was tucked up in a blanket with a cushion beneath her head.
Coming up onto one elbow, her hair a tangle around her shoulders and pooling on the floor, she squinted at the clock on the mantelpiece. Good grief, it was nine o’clock in the morning!
A quick glance around showed that she was alone in the room, but she heard sounds coming from the direction of the kitchen. Scrambling upright, she wrapped the blanket around herself, more than aware of the delicious ache between her legs.
Whoo boy, what a night. She blushed. Alex had woken her twice, each time to make love to her, and each time he’d swept her away in a tide of eroticism. Just the memory was enough to make her moist.
The trembling of her knees, however, was more to do with unused muscles being given a workout. And what a workout. She had to muffle a giggle. Another quick glance around showed that her clothes weren’t in the room.
Biting her lip, she switched off the heater before moving to the doorway and peering down the hallway. The sound of water being poured into a cup sounded followed by Alex’s deep voice talking to one of the animals.
Not quite sure what she’d say to him once face-to-face, she clutched the blanket around her and slipped quietly down to her bedroom. The clothes she’d worn the night before were folded neatly on the end of her bed, proudly topped by her purple silk bra.
Alex had certainly liked that purple bra.
He’d also liked other things as well.
Just the thought had her face going hot and her heart stammering.
Gathering clean clothes, she checked the passage was still clear and nipped across to the bathroom. The hot water was a relief, easing her aching muscles, and she slathered herself with soap, washed her hair and rinsed it all off. Then she did it again. Finally she realised that she was procrastinating because she was uncertain of facing Alex in the light of day, especially after what had transpired between them the previous night. Several times.
Good God, the man had had his face between her legs, his tongue on her- Harly twisted the taps off and grabbed a towel. Oh God. How was she going to face him?
Chewing on her bottom lip, she towelled herself dry and dressed in warm pants and long-sleeved t-shirt, before drying her hair with the blow-dryer and fastening it up in a high ponytail.
Staring at herself in the mirror, she was rather surprised she didn’t have ‘brazen hussy’ stamped on her forehead, but the only thing that gave indication that she’d had a thoroughly debauched night - and enjoyed it - was her sparkling eyes and slightly swollen lips.
“Harly?” A knock on the door made her jump. “Are you coming for breakfast, or are you going to hide in there all morning?” Laughter laced the words.
“I’m coming.” Damn it, how did he know? “And I’m not hiding!”
“Sure.”
Taking a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders, nodded to her reflection and crossing to the bathroom door, she swung it open.
Alex grinned down at her from where he leaned against the doorjamb. “Morning, Harly.”
“Morning,” she mumbled, trying desperately to maintain a cool façade but failing dismally as she looked at his strong jaw-line, unable to quite meet his eyes.
Laughing, Alex stood upright, wrapped his arm around her shoulders and steered her down the hall. It said a lot that the gesture seemed so natural, as did having him in her house.
Entering the kitchen, Alex led her to the table and nudged her into a chair. “Tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please.” She watched as he placed a frypan on the stove and lit the gas jet. “What are you making?”
“Breakfast.” Cracking four eggs into the frypan, he glanced at her and winked. “To replenish your strength.”
Yep, there it was again, her cheeks going red.
Still grinning, he put bread in the toaster and poured hot tea from the tea pot into a cup and brought it across to the table. Placing it before her, he bent and kissed the top of her head before moving back to watch the cooking eggs.
It was such a natural gesture on his part that she relaxed a little. “I didn’t know you could cook.”
“Mum always insisted we learn,” he replied. “I can cook just about anything and so can Cindy, but Marty is hopeless. The man can’t even boil an egg without charring the living hell out of it.” Holding the spatula in the air, he added, “Marty’d be the first to admit it, too.”
“Your family always sounded nice.”
Smiling, he flipped the eggs over. “They are.”
Picking up the tea cup, Harly laced her fingers around it and glanced around the room, not really surprised to see that the dog and cats bowls had food in them already. Obviously Alex had fed them earlier. She returned her attention to him as he buttered the toast and put two eggs on each plate before bringing them to the table. After shaking salt over her eggs, she handed the shaker to Alex and watched him do the same.
Cutting off a slice of egg on toast, Alex said “Bon appetite” and ate.
Shaking her head slightly, Harly followed his example, and was surprised to find herself relaxing in his easy company. They ate in companionable silence, and it was only once their plates had been pushed aside and they were sipping at a second cup of tea that he broke the silence.
“Harly, I forgot to use a condom last night. I’m sorry.”
Meeting his gaze, she saw the sincerity reflected within it. “It’s all right. I’m on the pill.” When his brows rose, she explained, “I saw my doctor the other day.”
“Ah.” He nodded approval. “Good plan. I’ve always been careful, but around you it seems I lose whatever sense the good Lord gave me.”
She couldn’t help but feel at least a little pleased, but then Alex studied her for several seconds and she wondered what he thought. Her own thoughts were a little rattled. There was no way she could help the blush that rose once again in her cheeks as she wondered if he was remembering the previous night and the magical, carnal ways he’d taken her.
It seemed his thoughts were there, but on a totally different level. “Did I hurt you last night?”
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