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  I slam into her and she gasps, crying out in pleasure and surprise. I thrust hard, over and over, then slow, not wanting this over too quickly.

  I exhale, fighting for control, but the warmth and softness wrapped around my cock nearly causes me to explode. I need a moment to stop myself from spewing into her like a teenager.

  Anna works against me, wrapping her long legs around my back, pressing her heels into my ass, trying to force me deeper, rocking up and down on my length. Finally, I gain the upper hand of my climax, backing away from the brink. I begin to move, in and out, slow at first, then steadily faster.

  “You feel so good,” I whisper and lean down to take her lips with mine. I fuck her mouth with my tongue to the same rhythm I fuck her body. She responds, fucking my mouth right back.

  “So do you,” she whispers back, her words caught in my open mouth. I inhale, trying to breathe them in. Damn, this woman is sexy in everything she says and does.

  Thrusting into her, I watch her breasts bounce with the rhythm. Leaning down, I swirl my tongue around her protruding nipple, and then in larger circles until I’ve almost covered her entire breast. I use my teeth on the underside, scraping them along her soft flesh. Her moan is my reward.

  I take her mouth with mine, kissing her hard, crushing her body beneath me. She accepts my weight, seems to welcome it. Her limbs curl around me tighter. I slam into her hard, again and again. She cries out and I feel her body tighten around my cock like a fist.

  “That’s right, come for me, baby,” I command, watching her face shift with her orgasm. Her face is sexy, mouth open, eyes closed, head thrown backwards into the floor.

  I feel her, the muscles inside her squeezing, clenching over and over. She clings to me, her fingers are talons in my back. I feel like a conqueror and slam into her again, riding her, pushing her until she explodes once more. Not letting up until she’s nearly sobbing in my arms.

  I stop moving, giving her time to breath while edging backwards from my own release once again. I kiss her, and she kisses me back, forcing her tongue into my mouth. Her cries are muffled, caught by my lips when I slam into her again, the vibration of her moans pulsing through me.

  I start again, thrusting over and over, my breathing hard, sweat dripping down my back and down my forehead. She smiles up when a drop falls onto her breasts.

  I pound into her, pushing her, knowing she’ll have carpet burns tomorrow but unable to help myself.

  “Yes,” she cries as my teeth find her throat. I pound again, this time with my hands on her shoulders to hold her still.

  As my cock slides in and out, faster and harder, primal instinct takes control. I know this feeling, have felt it hundreds of times. The level of intensity can be different, but the cues are always the same.

  My senses heighten. My vision narrow and focuses. The scent of our sex becomes more apparent. I feel her fingers in my back, her heels digging into my ass. I can even hear her heart beat in her chest.

  Oh yes. My ass and calves tighten and I feel every stroke of my cock from root to tip as my ball sack tightens between my legs. I charge to the edge and jump—just as I explode and implode into her.

  I thrust and thrust, milking each drop into the condom, until I’m so sensitive I have to stop. I groan, which sounds more like a growl to my own ears. I collapse onto her before gaining enough sense to roll off of her.

  We’re breathing hard, our inhales and exhales harsh against the silence of the room. I turn onto my side and pull her to me. We stay that way for the longest time, our fingers entwined, not saying a word.

  Chapter 13

  Anna

  What Adam and I just did was wrong, wrong, wrong, but hell, my body feels so damn right. We get up from my living room floor and he picks me up to carry me to my bedroom. As soon as the door closes behind us, he sets me down gently on my feet, then gets rough—and God, I have no idea how come he knows I like it like this. He pushes me into its solid surface. His fingers entwine with mine and he stares down at me, his blue eyes darkening with intensity.

  “You need to know something before we take another step further into this room,” he says, his face only inches from mine.

  I swallow hard. I’m unable to breathe, unable to say a word.

  “You’re special. I don’t know why. I…” he trails off and I smile at the back handed compliment. His look is so earnest and uncertain that I have to take in a breath before I can respond.

  “You don’t have to sweet talk me,” I say, joking. “We’re in here because I want us to be here. I can’t promise more than tonight, but I want to be with you now.”

  Without warning, he’s on me, our lips melting and my arms curl around his neck, fingers grasping his hair. I’m kissing him back, taking and giving, with an need that goes beyond urgent.

  I'd expected his kiss to be harsh and needy, so skillful I’d be wet and aroused, ready for sex. I didn’t expect this. I didn’t expect my body to react so strongly. Aroused, yes, but so much more was going on.

  I open my mouth and invite his tongue to dance with mine. He enters and I feel him tease and suck and play on my tongue. They tangle and swirl with each other, his velvety softness curling around mine. He sucks my lower lip into his mouth and his hands creep into my hair and pull. Hard. I moan and devour his mouth even more, craving its wetness and heat. I open my eyes and watch him watch me, our eyes connecting as erotically as our lips.

  “I need you inside me,” I murmur against his mouth, as his lips kiss down my jawline and then my neck.

  “I want that too.” He slides our entwined fingers up my body and above my head, pressing his length against me. I’m squeezed between the strength of his body and the hardness of the door at my back. I love it. I love how small and desired he makes me feel, even when I’m this vulnerable. I don’t feel trapped. I feel…what?

  Leaning forward, his lips trace down the length of my arms still pinned above my head. He moves past my elbow and to my shoulder, nibbling my skin there. He moves on, tracing his tongue up my neck and down my jawline, not stopping until he reaches my ear. He opens his mouth and sucks on a lobe, taking the soft flesh between his teeth. I moan and he nibbles, delicious waves of pleasure spiraling down my body. He whispers, “You’re mine right now,” before he takes another bite.

  Mmmm. I moan into the feeling and his lips move up my temple and down my nose until he reaches my lips. He takes my mouth with his, his tongue slipping past my lips and dancing with mine. Sucking, pulling, giving, taking.

  I want to wrap my arms around him, want to pull him tighter against me. I can’t. My hands are still pinned above my head. I have no control over what is happening between us. I’m at his mercy.

  “There’s something about you…I have to have you, Anna…I need you.” He says the words against my lips. “I want to purge every thought of any other man from your mind. I want you to think of no one but me right now.”

  Trying to get loose, I need to touch him and I fight to pull free from his grasp. He holds tight, his eyes blazing into mine. A corner of his mouth lifts. “Are you mine?”

  With no doubt, no hesitation, I say, “Yes.” Then I add, “For tonight.”

  He growls and dips his head again. I have no idea what it meant.

  He let my hands go and I fling myself at him, my fingers curling into his hair, my breasts crushing against his chest.

  “Fuck me,” I beg and press against him harder, needing pressure between my legs. He shifts his thigh and settles it between mine. I grind on him and moan. Naked and aroused, my body is on fire. Can I stand the heat of this man? Can I handle the addiction he’s already created in me? I don’t know.

  “For the rest of the night I’m going to fuck you. Then I’ll make love to you. Then, I’m going to fuck you again.”

  “Yes,” I whisper and draw his tongue into my mouth. He moans and holds me so tight I wanted to climb into his skin.

  He lifts me, as easily as he would have lifted a child. I’m m
oved up his body until my legs circle his waist. My back is still pressed against the door and I grind my sex into his stomach.

  The need. Oh God, the need. It’s consuming me, firing my blood.

  His tongue explores my mouth and mine tangles with his. Our tongues stroke in a dance as ancient as time.

  “Adam.”

  I’m hot, needy. Desperate for touch. All thought slips away, there’s nothing left but primal desire. I’ve never wanted anything this much. I wrap myself around him tighter and hold on as fiercely as I can. His hands slide from my waist to cup my ass, his fingers digging into my tender flesh.

  Without warning, he turns and walks us to the bed, lowers me onto the sheets and follows me down. His weight presses me into the mattress. I welcome his body onto mine.

  “I need you inside me. Fuck me, Adam. Please.”

  He lifts his head and one side of his mouth curved up. “Oh I will. But I’m going to enjoy you first.”

  His lips crush mine again, taking my mouth until I couldn’t breathe. I gasp as he moves away, his lips drifting down to my neck and he shifts to move lower. His tongue traces the outline of the swells of my breast, following down until he sinks into my cleavage. His hands reach behind my neck, increasing the fierceness of his attack on my breasts and flesh as he moves from one side to the other.

  I’m desperate, needy, writhing beneath him as his lips encircle my nipple. He sucks and I feel the pull of it spread down to my toes.

  Lower. He moves down my body, sliding further down as he goes, leaving me wet and slick and throbbing between my legs before he’s even close. I gasp as tongue and teeth press down on my swollen clit. My nerves come alive and I weave my fingers through his hair, pulling him into me deeper, harder.

  He doesn’t need my urging. He dives into my folds. His tongue is hot, wild and seeking as he explores and tastes every part of me. My pussy hums as one finger, then two slips inside, his tongue circling and stroking my clit.

  Higher. He’s pushing me so high… the strokes of his fingers moving in and out, finding the spot that triggers explosions within my body. How does he know what to do to my body already?

  “Don’t stop,” I manage to say and he growls and lashes me with his tongue harder and deeper.

  “I’ll never stop. Never,” he growls against my sex as his fingers pound inside me—in and out, in and out. His teeth work my clit and then he draws it into his mouth, sucking hard. The edge of my vision darken as I explode. My body is beyond my control as I clamp my thighs around his head and scream through the emotions and feelings that run through me.

  He waits for me, allowing me to find a semblance of control as he gently licks and strokes the inside of my thighs. Then he moves up me, retracing the path he had traveled down earlier.

  “You are so amazing,” he says as his mouth finds mine again. I taste him. I taste myself. “You’re so sensitive. I love how your body responds to me, how you lose total control. I enjoy doing that to you.”

  Even after my orgasm, my need for him is fierce. I want him, need him inside of me… right now, this instant.

  I sit up and push at his chest. His eyes widen in surprise. “I need you now. Stand up. I need to touch your skin.”

  His eyes darken as I take control, but he does exactly as I ask. He stands before me and I move my hands down his chest, kissing the skin as I go.

  He smells so good, tastes to good too. It’s a mixture of soap and sweat and the unmistakable scent of him. I nestle my nose into his chest, inhaling deeply, attempting to absorb the smell of him into my memory.

  I hear him growl as I head lower, sliding my hands to his waist, holding on to him while I drop to the floor. On my knees now, his manhood is at eye level and I trace the outline of his erection with my tongue. I need him in my mouth. I’m hungry for him. I need him to feed me. Pulling his hips in my direction, his cock bobs. It’s long and thick, just waiting for my attention. He’s so big. Thick and long. My insides tighten as I think about being impaled on him.

  I fist him, encircling his velvet cock with my hands and smooth my thumb across the head, spreading the drop of pre-cum gathered there. I use its slickness to glide my hand up and down his length, watching him appear and disappear in my grasp.

  I touch my tongue to the tip and swirl it, tasting and seeking. Mmmm, he tastes so good, better than I imagined. I take him more fully in my mouth. His hands sink into my hair, but he doesn’t try to move my head. It’s as if he’s using me for support. I take more of him into my mouth, one inch at a time, until I feel him at the back of my throat.

  I want him all, I want to consume him, I want to please him and grow bolder as he moans his response. I cup his balls, palming their heavy weight. Squeeze and gentle. Squeeze and gentle. He moans again as I quicken my pace.

  I smile to myself as his fingers tighten into a fist in my hair. He’s fighting for control. He won’t win the battle. I continue to stroke up and down his length with my fingers, lips and tongue.

  “Stop, you’ve got to stop.” His voice is husky, raspy from lack of breath.

  I don’t. I’m on a mission now. I cry out when he pulls me up and tosses me onto the bed.

  “When I come, it’s going to be deep inside you.” He excuses himself and leaves the room, then returns with his wallet and pulls out a condom, ripping off the wrapper with his teeth. “You’re going to feel me explode. You’re going to explode with me.” He rolls the condom down his length.

  Then he’s on me, spreading my legs to settling between them, his hands on each side of my face, looking into my eyes. “You are so beautiful, do you know that?” The look of tenderness in his eyes cause mine to burn.

  “Not just here.” He kisses my nose. “But your heart, your mind. You compassion for your parents. I don’t know, there’s something about you that makes you glow.”

  A tear slips from my eye and he thumbs it away. Another follows and he allows it to flow. He shifts his weight, until his cock is nudging my entrance. In one sharp thrust, he’s inside me, filling me with his life, giving me his solid connection.

  “Yes.” Yes to him. Yes to us. Yes to everything. It’s as if he’s penetrated my soul and is exorcising the emptiness I’ve stored there for too long.

  “You feel so good,” he whispers against my lips. “Perfect,” he says as he thrust deeply, striking the foundation of my being. He thrusts again and groans, the timber of the sound vibrating into my chest.

  “Home,” he repeats as he pulls out slowly, inch by glorious inch.

  My legs wrap themselves around his waist, my arms curl themselves around his neck. I hold onto him, refusing to let him go. For now.

  He impales me again, deep and hard, taking my breath.

  “More,” I urge him and lift my hips to open myself more fully to his invasion.

  He growls and plunges, over and over, carrying me with him to a mutual edge. I’m prepared and not prepared, needing the end and for this to never end. I watch his eyes as they watch mine, as he reads my face.

  “I want you to come. I want to feel you tighten around me. Come for me, Anna. Give it to me,” he nearly roars.

  In and out… his hands sink into my hair and pulls my head back to expose my throat. He attacks it, licking and sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh, never losing his rhythm.

  My nails dig in his back, scratching at his shoulders as they claw for something to cling to. My heels press into his ass, urging him faster and harder, hurdling toward a finish line of our race.

  “Yes,” I cry out as my body clamps down, tightening all around him. I come, rushing up the mountain and over the cliff. I almost scream from the force of it, the violent twisting of my core. He never stops, never slows his pace, simply allows me to fall apart around him.

  “Good girl,” he growls, thrusting harder and faster. I barely hear him as the hurricane of this experience swirl in my head.

  I’m an animal, he is too and the primal feel of our joining is fierce. I claw and scratch
, I bite at his lips. Tears slide down my face as every emotion pours out of me and through me.

  I come again, too close to the first. I’m not ready and I cry out in surprise. There’s the rush, the tightening of my insides as my desire comes to a fiery crescendo. It’s too much and I buck and writhe beneath him.

  He slams into me. Once. Again. Again. Then, he stiffens and his face contorts in what looks like pain but is intense pleasure. He roars his release, his body surging into mine. A long moment passes before he collapsed in my arms.

  We’re a mass of twisted limbs and sweaty bodies, our breathing coming in great heaves from our chest. He lifts onto an elbow, removing some of his weight, pressing his forehead into mine.

  “You’re incredible,” he’s finally able to say and dips down to touch his lips to mine.

  “We’re incredible together,” I say against his lips before I push his damp hair from his eyes.

  “Together. I like that word.”

  I smile. “I like it too.”

  “Good, because I have plans for more ‘togetherness’.”

  I tighten my ankles around his back, we’re still joined and I don’t want him to go. Although my brain is screaming that this could only be our first and only night together, I know I don’t have the willpower to say no.

  Instead, I say, “Togetherness sounds very good to me.”

  My phone rings in the living room and I ignore him. Shortly after that, his phone rings. He ignores his too. Mine begins to ring again. We look at each other and smile.

  “I’ll grab your bag when I get my phone,” he tells me, climbing out of bed to head for the door.

  “Thanks.”

  I’m heady and giddy and feeling satiated all through my body, until he walks back in with a look on his face that tells me something bad is going down.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask him.

  “Check your phone.” He passed my bag to me.

  I fish out my phone from the bottom and check the call logs. There’s a call from Kelly and one from my father. Shit.