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  “Yeah, but not for food.” Fisting his hand in her mop of curls, he drew her head back and stared into her eyes. They were dazed and dreamy and he knew instantly he could spend the rest of his life looking into them. Behind the fly of his jeans his cock throbbed and, seeking to ease the ache, he pressed it to her pussy, dragging it over her until she was gasping. “Tell me to stop now before I lose my mind and fuck you on the kitchen floor. Tell me now, Mel.”

  “I can’t,” she whispered. “This is going too fast but I can’t tell you no. Damn it.”

  “Aw, darlin’, if it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to teach you to trust me again.”

  A sexy, seductive smile bloomed on her lips. “Then you’d better get to work, cowboy, before I change my mind and send you packing.”

  T focused on her hungry gaze and smiled. “Yes ma’am.”

  He sank his lips against the slender column of her throat and the scent of her classy perfume drifted through his system like an aphrodisiac. T opened his mouth over that tempting flesh, teasing with his tongue. A nibble here. Another there. Melanie made a small sound as her fingers tightened on his sides and that was all the encouragement he needed to start breaking down those damn walls she’d built over the past few years. Pressing his advantage, he continued to rub his hard-as-hell cock over the seam of her pussy, gratified when she widened her stance, a kittenish sound breaking from her lips. Taking advantage, he dragged his erection over her pussy, harder, more forcefully until he finally took her mouth with a feverish kiss. Thrusting his tongue deep, he tasted her acceptance and the homecoming he’d longed for over the past few years. Even through layers of fabric he felt the heat of her cunt and helpless to resist, he dry-fucked her enthralling heat, thrusting against her as he swallowed Mel’s every breath.

  Mel lifted her leg, wrapping that ultra-long limb around his hip, leaving her fully open to his touch and the steady stroking of his cock. Taking full advantage, he pushed at the short skirt of the pretty blue dress until it finally settled at the top of her ass. “Don’t you know I’ve been dying to touch you?” he whispered against her lips. “During that long drive from California, all I could think of was talking to you again, fucking you until you screamed my name. Honey, you feel like heaven.” Sliding his fingers over the drenched crotch of her panties, using his thumbnail to lightly scrape over the seam of her pussy, he watched her eyes drift closed. Her soft whimper settled over him like a physical touch. T wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep and never leave. Dying to feel her cream, explore her mysteries, he traced the edge of the scrap of elastic then dipped his fingers past that satiny barrier to plunge deep into her. Mel gasped, clutching his shoulders, and letting go, she fucked his hand until her juices flowed over his palm.

  “T! Oh my God!”

  “That’s it, honey. Keep moving, keep reaching.” Gently squeezing the tender knot of her clit, emphasizing the rough demand until she writhed against him, T drank each quick, staccato breath that burst from her lips. She was so sexy, so sweet. Concentrating on her pleasure, he plucked and teased her clit until finally he traced the bud with the tip of a finger, holding her on the edge. “Hang on. Trust me.”

  “No, don’t leave me,” she gasped.

  T went to his knees before her and put his tongue to work on the soft flesh of her belly until finally he snagged that enticing bit of blue satin with his teeth. “Not about to leave you. Believe it. Now hang on.”

  All thought of finesse flew out the window as he dragged her delicate panties over her hips and down her thighs. The scent of her rolled over him and he suddenly wondered why it had taken him so long to claim the girl of his dreams. Nobody had ever smelled like her, tasted like her or loved him as she had. He was a fool.

  Gently pushing the drenched panties down her legs, he lifted each bare foot until she was free of them. T sent his hands on a seductive exploration of her calves and thighs, paying careful attention to the wet flesh between her legs. His mouth followed the movement of his hands, drinking the flavor of her, sipping at her skin until his poor, needy cock threatened to burst. “Spread your legs. I’m gonna eat you out, darlin’. Come on. Ah yeah. That’s it.”

  “T.”

  Sending his gaze up the length of her body, he saw that her eyes were closed and every line of her beautiful face had gone taut. Expectation hummed in the air. Finally focusing his gaze on her pussy, he thrust one finger, then two deep, then deeper. Lord, she was tight. Hot. Sweet. In and out he pushed them until he noted the trembling of her thighs. Her clit was swollen now and he watched with unabashed pleasure as she writhed against his touch. Knowing she was close, so fucking close, he moved his lips over her clit and sucked gently, then more firmly. He circled the bud with his tongue. A cry burst from Melanie’s mouth and the ragged sound spurred him on. T removed his fingers from her wet cunt and, gripping her thighs, proceeded to fuck her with his mouth, his teeth, his tongue, loving the erotic sounds she made as he quickly brought her to the edge of release and then finally over. Melanie called his name, her fingers buried in his hair when she tumbled from the cliff and he was there to catch her when she fell.

  “I’ve got you,” he whispered when he stood to hold her tightly against him. Tears of pleasure coursed over her cheeks and, catching them with his tongue, he kissed her gently, once, twice. “You sleeping in your mom’s old room these days?”

  “Y-yeah.”

  “Okay then. I know where that is. Hang on, darlin’. I think it’s long past time that we get up close and personal.” Without giving her time to protest, dinner a distant memory, he scooped up all six feet of luscious Melanie and carried her off to the nearest bed.

  Chapter Three

  Not once in her life had Melanie ever felt like a delicate, dainty flower but she did now. T’s corded arms wrapped around her, clutching her against him as if she weighed no more than a feather. Peeking up at him as he moved through the house, his bootheels ringing on the hardwood floors, she noted the tautness of his strong jaw and the way that ever-present five o’clock shadow only served to emphasis the rugged lines of his face. Mel shivered. Had a man ever looked that intense when preparing to screw her silly? Nope. Never. He’d rocked her world and then some but Mel knew she was in for a bone-rattling experience if the expression on his face was an indicator.

  His stormy eyes were narrowed. T looked down at her and his lips firmed. “Warning you now, honey, that I’ve waited too long to be gentle.”

  “Be gentle later.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Hurry, T.” Raw emotion, sensual yearning swam through her bloodstream. Her pussy still pulsed from the savage way he’d taken her in the kitchen. The kitchen. Dear God! Her mother would just die. Mel couldn’t, wouldn’t think of that now. She’d always been a good girl, quiet and one who tried her hardest to live up to everyone’s expectations. Not tonight. Not now. This moment was for her and for T, though heaven knew, T had no doubt had many exciting moments in his life. That hadn’t been the case for her and in that instant she knew it was time she lived a little and for once in her life, Mel planned to reach out and take what she wanted.

  And what she wanted was T.

  Clinging to him, she settled her lips against his bronzed throat and heard his quick intake of breath as he stepped through the door of her room. Like a man on a mission, he promptly moved to the king-sized bed and laid her across it, arranging her legs over the side. Instantly his hands were on her, raising the dress over her hips and past her waist. “Lift your shoulders.”

  Getting naked in a hurry seemed to be in the cards and she felt a moment of insecurity speed through her brain but quickly shoved it to the back of her mind. Complying with the rushed demand, the heat of his voice, she lifted her shoulders and her arms and the dress went sailing, leaving her wearing only her bra. The pitiful excuse for panties she’d donned earlier were currently lying in a damp little heap somewhere on the kitchen floor. If she weren’t careful this whole affair would end with bits and
pieces of her wardrobe in every nook and cranny of the house.

  T’s gaze, hot and intense, settled on her drenched pussy and Mel went still as tension filled the room. “Take off your bra. I want to see if your nipples are still as gorgeous as I remember.” The dark command rushed through her, settling low in her belly, as his hands got busy with the zipper of his jeans. Anticipation swept over her skin at the rasp of sound and sensation skimmed her flesh. Her lips went dry. Moistening them with the tip of her tongue, she watched his eyes follow the action before she finally reached back to unhook her bra. When she tossed it beside her on the bed, T settled a knee between her splayed thighs and latched on to one swollen nipple, sucking strongly, circling it with his tongue. As his fingers plied the other, he worked her over with his mouth until she was writhing beneath him. Finding his denim-covered thigh with her pussy, she rubbed it against the fabric, loving the rough feel against her clit, desperate now for more of him. A haze filled her mind as she lost herself to the feel of his avid mouth pulling at her breast.

  “T,” she breathed, reaching into his black hair to hold him tighter. It was hard to imagine that she could come so quickly on the heels of the first mind-blowing orgasm but as the tide rolled over her, she realized the possibility. She wanted it. Craved it. “Hurry, T. Now. It has been so long for me.”

  T released her nipple and leaned over her. “Has it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why is that?”

  She could do nothing but shrug not wanting to tell him that for her, no other man had ever measured up. A few brief encounters had emphasized that fact. Mel shook her head. “Don’t ask me that. Not now.”

  “You’re killin’ me.”

  He kissed her hard, drinking her down, until she was breathless for more. Hungry to touch him, she traced his broad shoulders with her palms then moved lower, wanting nothing more than to feel his bare skin on her fingertips. “Clothes. Take ‘em off. This isn’t fair.”

  T stopped kissing her to stand beside the bed, his eyes burning hot as he studied her body. Finally he reached into his pocket and tossed several condoms onto the nightstand, keeping one clenched between his teeth. Bending low, he jerked off his boots, which landed with a couple of thumps on the floor, and then he made short work of his jeans and shirt. Hundreds of times, she’d imagined undressing him slowly, taking her time but it just didn’t matter now. Next time. Yes, next time she’d slowly pop those pearl buttons and bury her lips against his rock-hard chest. Everything about his body was perfect. Long, lean muscles covered with bronzed flesh practically screamed to be touched. His abs were washboard hard, his hips lean and his shoulders broad. Built like an athlete, every inch of him was fit and downright perfect. A thing of beauty. Small scars were evident here and there and Mel wondered at them briefly, realizing the toll his profession must have taken on that gorgeous, totally yummylicious body. His gaze focused on her like a laser beam. He looked hot, hungry and totally ready for a savage fuck-fest. Well, damn it, she was ready too.

  While tearing the condom wrapper with his teeth, T fisted his hand around the base of his cock. It was long, thick, utterly impressive and Mel went still. Fascinated, she watched him manipulate the heavy shaft and his eyes swept her to finally focus on her face. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

  “Yeah, in the kitchen,” she whispered. “But you can tell me again if you want.”

  “You are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Think I might just bury myself in that gorgeous body and stay forever. What do you think about that?”

  She wanted to tell him that was a mighty fine idea. A dream of hers, in fact, but then there was no time. T rolled the bit of latex over his heavy cock then gripping her knees, lifted her legs until her heels were propped on the edge of the mattress. Open and vulnerable, she gasped as he drew his fingers over her pussy, parting the labia and circling slowly with his fingers, gathering her moisture as he went. Desire whipped through her, poured over her. “Touch my clit. Please.”

  T took the swollen bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger, manipulating her flesh. A low moan broke from her lips. Her hips moved in tandem with his tormenting touch as he thrust two fingers deep into her cunt. Mel accepted the invasion by tightening her vaginal muscles repeatedly, murmuring his name as her body absorbed the jolt of intense pleasure. Singed by lust and a burning, coiling need for more, she frantically fucked his fingers but then even that wasn’t enough to cool her fever.

  As if he knew she’d reached the end of her tether, T withdrew his fingers from her pussy and Mel cried out at the loss of all that delicious fullness and then his cock was there, plunging deep. His first powerful thrust wrenched a stunned sound from her lips as she slid halfway across the bed. T’s body was hard and warm, thrillingly heavy against her own. Needing him closer, she twined her legs around his thrusting hips and held on for the ride. Raw, savage passion ripped through her, setting up head-to-toe tingles. Moving against him in the ageless act of acceptance, she realized he might not be here forever but she had him now and now was pretty damn fine. Every touch, every breath seemed intensified as he plunged his thick cock deep and hard, pausing at each downstroke to rotate his pelvis against her clit. Struggling to keep him inside, Mel worked seldom-used inner muscles, milking him until she wasn’t the only one getting vocal. T’s low groan whispered over her ear and then he bit down gently on the lobe before tracing seductive patterns over the shell of her ear. “Damn, Mel,” he breathed. “I love fucking you. You’re so tight. Good. Yeah, honey, gimme more.”

  His words sang along her skin, ratcheting up the intensity one more delicious notch. Writhing, rolling, she caught each thrust and squeezed, wanting T as undone as she was. Faster and faster, deeper and harder he thrust until red bloomed behind her closed lids. Erotic sensation coiled tighter and tighter until as if caught in the eye of a hurricane, the world went still. Then with a blast of light and motion she flew apart with a cry as the world trembled on its axis. Gasping in the aftermath, she felt T go still and then finally, with a burst of power, lose control to follow her over the edge.

  Roughly thirty minutes later Mel was left to wonder if the “after sex” stuff wasn’t almost as good as all the hot action. Cuddled against T in her big bed, watching evening shadows sweep beneath the slats of the plantation shutters to drift across the two of them, she absorbed the feel of his big hands stroking, caressing, lingering as if the two of them had forever. She knew from experience that good things didn’t last that long. Shoving defeatist thoughts into that tiny compartment in the back of her mind, she decided she would take what she could get of this man and hell, just worry tomorrow when daylight brought her back to her senses.

  Sending her fingers over the wide planes of his chest, she glanced up at him. “We never did make it to dinner, did we?”

  T frowned, brushing one hand over her bare shoulder. “Are you hungry? I can order a pizza.”

  “God no! The last thing I need is some local kid scrambling up to the front door, pizza in hand, to find you here. Wouldn’t be much good for my teacherly reputation.” Mel sighed and pressed her lips to his chest. “Small towns. You know how they are. Besides I don’t think I can actually move right now.”

  T’s chest shook with laughter. “Honey, I suspect the whole town already knows. If this afternoon at the gym didn’t do it, my big-assed truck parked in front of your house would do the trick. You need to settle down and not worry about this. You’re a single woman and I’m a single man. At this juncture, I’m not about to hide a damn thing. I’m too damn old to start sneaking around with my girl.”

  His girl.

  Well now.

  Didn’t that sound lovely?

  Unable to keep a little sigh from escaping, Mel studied his gorgeous chest in the dim light of the room. Spotting a small scar on his collarbone, she pressed her lips to it. “What happened here?”

  “Broke it during a shoot. Had surgery on it too.”

  “Ouch.” She whis
pered the words against the spot and kissed it. “Any more boo-boos?”

  T went still and then his fingers speared through her hair. “Yeah. I could use some fixing up.” He pushed the white sheets to his lean waist and settled his fingers over his ribs. “How ‘bout here?”

  Mel let her lips drift over his delicious chest until she hovered near his rib cage. “What happened here?”

  “Stomped by a horse here. Kicked by another in this spot.” His hand brushed yet another rib. “Fell here. Cracked, broken, you name it, it’s happened.”

  “Poor guy,” she whispered as she kissed and licked each spot, loving the taste of his skin and the way his body went totally still as if absorbing each touch and eagerly waiting for me. “Let me kiss this all better.”

  Falling head over heels into the seductive game and figuring she would show T that she could be out there too, she shoved the sheets lower to drag her lips over his belly. T had been a gorgeous young guy all those many years ago. He was a man now. Definitely a man and Mel planned to have her way with him. Nipping at his abs with her teeth, she smiled against his hot flesh as T blew out a rough breath. His hand palmed her head as she nipped and played. Moving lower, her mouth watering with the urge to taste him more fully, she fisted her hand in the sheets and flung them out of the way.

  Mustering her inner hot mama, Mel went to her knees and stared at T from behind the curtain of her hair. She might not measure up totally to the divalicious babes he’d fucked out in California but she was determined to give it her best shot. “Let me fix you all up, cowboy. You’ll be right as rain in no time.”

  T’s jaw went rigid and since she’d finally managed to render him speechless, she gave him her best cat-licking-cream smile before moving lower on the bed. When she’d crawled between his thighs, Mel rose to her knees and settled her hands on his horseman’s thighs. Everything about him was rock-hard perfection and while she had him, she would enjoy it. “Looks to me like you’ve suffered a lot of broken bones, bumps and bruises, T. Hmm, maybe you need the ‘all-over’ treatment.”