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  Ross guided her backward until her ass pressed against the warm tiles. His hands traveled to her collarbone then downward until they covered both breasts, gently squeezing the tips of her already aroused peaks. Her areolas hardened even more as he played with them. The man had magic hands. Wonderful, talented hands—and they moved slowly down past her stomach, which was pulled tight in anticipation. He didn’t stop until he reached the insides of her thighs. He pushed slightly for her to part them, and she widened her stance.

  One hand moved back to hold her waist; the other moved to the source of her femininity. The place needing him most. All the while his mouth remained fused to hers—he never stopped sharing the exquisite taste of his tongue as it wrapped around hers. The man wasn’t stingy. She moaned again when she felt his thumb rub against her throbbing clit. Blood immediately flooded it, pumping it up. His thumb was followed by a thick finger sliding across her entrance, then another, before he shoved those fingers up into her and she bore down, holding her face up so each bead of water fell against her sensitized skin. Hot, she was so hot.

  When her muscles clamped onto his fingers, Ross had to fight for control while her mouth sucked on his tongue. He covered her with his body, letting her feel every inch of him as he pressed her against the shower stall. Tearing away from her mouth, he lowered himself until he sat back on his haunches. Raising her right leg over his shoulder, he paused a moment to stare at her dark pink space. Moisture dripped from her inner folds and he smiled. Already her secrets were being revealed to him, and he’d take great pleasure in uncovering each and every one of them. He leaned his face into her and licked her mound. She’d removed all her hair from there except for a single inch-wide strip, which his tongue followed like a one-way road straight to her needy core.

  At the touch of his lips clamping around her already sensitized clit, she yelled and shattered into his mouth. Little electric shocks jerked her body, fed by his tongue lapping at her center. Her muscles relaxed against him as if her bones had melted, and still he held onto her until he’d rung every drop of nectar out of her. Her leg fell off his shoulder, and the rest of her body slid down the wall until her butt rested on the now cool ceramic tiled floor.

  The water eventually revived her, but she couldn’t open her eyes. She had no strength for it. The water stopped falling against her skin. Ross squeezed the excess water from her hair and wiped off her face with his large hands, and then he lifted her. His strong arms enfolded her against his warm, hard skin, and she found herself floating while butterfly kisses landed across her face, before he lowered her onto something soft and silky. A bed, she was on a bed. She opened her eyes to see Ross walking over to his pants lying on the back of a chair.

  She sat up, enjoying the view of his fine ass. “Wait. Where are you going? You can’t leave me like this.”

  He turned around with a smile on his face, and held up a condom. “No, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.” Water dripped from his body unto the carpet, and she was probably soaking the bed, but she didn’t care. Their mutual desire was too great. Nothing was going to stop or slow down this joining.

  She smiled in return and propped her body up on her elbows, not wanting to miss anything he would do. He stopped at the foot of the bed and ripped open the packet. Unable to take her eyes off him, she eagerly watched the head of his penis widen and grow bigger and longer as he stroked it. Moisture beaded at the tip just before he rolled the condom over his engorged sex. “I’d offer to help but I’m so loving this.”

  “You’re going to love it even more once it’s inside you.”

  Her abdominal muscles tightened in readiness, her chest rose and fell, taking in more air. Her juices gathered and dripped between her legs. The anticipation of him inside her was killing her.

  She opened her legs wide and pointed down her center for him to see how much she wanted him. “In that case, put it right there. Deep.”

  She’d swear flames flared in his gaze. He placed one knee on the bed, then the other. Holding onto her thighs, he used his body to part her legs wider. He raised her hips up off the bed and inserted himself deep inside her in one move. Mmm, the man had perfect aim. He held himself still, like he was fighting for control. He put his head back and briefly closed his eyes before opening those thick-lashed eyelids and staring right at her. Piercing straight through her outer shell and seeing into her soul. Something unfamiliar stirred, deep, in her heart’s core.

  “Ross,” she whispered, confusion warring with physical need.

  “Shh, baby. Just feel. Let me do this for you. Let me make love to you.”

  He withdrew slightly and pushed back in, even deeper this time. Need won.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he lowered himself until chest melded against chest. Every inch of skin that could connect did. He placed his arms at the sides of her head, and she moved her hands until they covered his biceps. She squeezed, more for comfort than to check his size, but she couldn’t wrap her hands all the way around them. While their lovemaking had started as wild sex, in that moment it changed and she didn’t want to analyze it. Just feel. As he moved within her, stretching her, touching so much more of her than could be seen with just the five senses, he stared into her eyes. The color of his changed to a brighter shade, almost like molten gold. So that was the color of his desire, and she couldn’t close her own against him. She just let him consume her entirely. He would keep her safe.

  Raising her hand, she touched the side of his face. When he turned his head to kiss her palm, it broke the connection between them. She closed her eyes and felt him lift up a little before bearing back down, grinding into her, and each time he increased his speed, taking her to a place, a level she’d never risen to before. There was magic between them. He lost control, but so did she. All she could do was travel to the heights with him. Her lungs couldn’t expand widely enough. With every breath, the rhythm of his chest matched the rhythm of his movements. She gladly followed.

  He was inside her, filling all the places she never realized were empty. He reached down between their bodies and, without pause, found her ultimate spot and rubbed it. That was all it took before her entire body fired, pushing the very heat of her out to meet him. Catapulting her over the edge.

  He followed. His body tensed and pulsed within her, her inner muscles clamping down around him as he continued to orgasm. Even though he was covered she felt the power of his eruption, and trembled. Eventually their bodies quieted, but hadn’t really stilled. His heart raced against her chest, his warm breath blew against her forehead, his scent swarmed her senses. And his very presence soothed her soul. He rolled onto his back and gathered her into his arms.

  She curled away from him, but only to nestle her back against his front. The gentle kiss he placed on her shoulder had the tears she’d shed the night before gathering behind her closed eyelids, threatening to come forward. She’d had so many regrets, but Ross was not one. How it happened, she didn’t know—but what they’d shared wasn’t just sex. They’d gone beyond that and reached a softer emotion. They’d made love. Somehow this stranger had reached inside her and touched a part of her soul. If she allowed it, he’d touch even more.

  Blinking back the tears, she sat up and tossed the pillow her head lay on to the floor. “My hair’s wet.”

  He ran his fingers through the wet strands. “So it is. So’s the bed, although I think our bodies are dry now.”

  “I’ll get us some towels.”

  “No, don’t move. I’ll get it. I’ve got to get up and use the bathroom anyway.”

  When Ross got out of bed, she watched his gluts flex as he walked across the floor, anticipating the moment he’d come back to her. She hopped up and pulled the now wet duvet off the mattress, and lay on the dry sheet. When he came back he sat on the side of the bed with a few towels. He helped her sit up in front of him and dried her hair again, combing his fingers through it.

  “Is this becoming a habit?” What was it about
him that made her feel this sense of peace in her spirit?

  “If you want it to.”

  Chapter Three

  Ross didn’t know what the hell had just happened, but it had never happened before. Hell, he’d had sex. Lots of it. He’d even slept with a couple of women he thought he’d been in love with, had his share of one night hook -ups in his wilder days, but none of it was ever like this. He didn’t do one-nighters anymore. So what the hell was he doing now? He had no clue, but this was no one-nighter.

  When he’d seen Shanna again it was like the universe had given him a chance. A chance at what, was the million dollar question. No way was he going to walk away from the sadness in Shanna’s eyes, not if he could banish it. And, my God, he had. While they’d made love and he was buried balls-deep in her, he’d felt her heart beat in every cell in his body. He watched the sadness disappear from the depths of her soulful eyes, and his chest had expanded, because she filled those empty spaces within. Yes, they had made love.

  After her hair was as dry as he could get it, he tossed the towel to the floor, and she shifted to climb under the sheets and make room for him. He got in next to her, enfolding her in his arms. She placed her head on his shoulder and the palm of her hand lay across his chest. He knew she could feel the sturdy beating of his heart. Did she realize in that instant it beat only for her? He kissed the top of her head and inhaled the coconut fragrance of the shampoo with which he’d used to wash it. Now he’d always associate the scent with her. He’d associate a lot of things with her.

  The tempo of his heartbeat increased as she drew circles around his nipples, causing them to pucker and pebble. From there her hand followed the light trail of hair between his pecs, pushing the covers aside as she moved straight down the center of his body, his abs contracting even more at her touch. Her hand continued its journey until it came to rest in the cluster of hair surrounding his penis. Standing pipe straight and tall. So full of need again, it was as hard as a pipe, too. Like he hadn’t just had the best sex of his life. Even his balls were full and hurting in anticipation of another release.

  She moved out of his embrace to lie on top, closing her legs around him, and placing his sex in the junction of her thighs. He loved the feel of her body against his, curves that suited him, softness to sink into, to lose himself in. He raised his hands to hold her head up; he had to see her face. Need like he’d never encountered beat at him.

  “I have to know you understand something.”

  She seemed to hesitate. “What?”

  “I’m the man taking away your pain. I’m the man giving you only pleasure. I’m the man making love to you.”

  “Oh, Ross.”

  He closed the distance between their mouths and slid his tongue between her parted lips, taking control of her, giving her nothing but pleasure as he’d claimed, and having it returned. He shifted his hands to her hips and moved her to glide up and down on the side of his shaft, now drenched in her fluids. It took all of his will not to lift her hips and bury himself in her, but he had no more condoms. “Oh, God,” he moaned. “So good, you feel so good.”

  He squeezed her thighs, signaling to her he wanted her to hold them together even tighter around him. He moved her hips up and down, faster, while he bucked between her legs, rubbing against her wet clit—trying to hit her just right to create friction for both of them, to hear her moan this time.

  “Yes, that’s it, baby. Come for me again. Come for me.”

  Their movements became frenzied and just as he was about to forget everything he’d ever learned about not having sex unless he was covered, she cried his name and exploded against him. The tremors throughout her body caused an answering trigger in his. He raised her up and off him just in time, before ejaculating into the air. They watched white cum squirt toward the ceiling like a rocket, before falling back down to splatter across his stomach.

  She laughed. His gaze met hers and he laughed, too. “I want you to know, I’ve never done that before.”

  “It’s okay. Stay still,” she said. She got off the bed and found the damp towel he’d used to dry her hair and wiped him off. “There, all clean now. But next time use a condom so you can do that while inside me.” She lay back down next to him on her side so they faced each other.

  He caressed her face. Her skin was so smooth and soft. His gaze drifted to her eyes, the color of melted dark chocolate. He smiled. He loved chocolate.

  “Mmm, and there will be a next time, but I only had one condom on me.”

  “What are you going to do about that?”

  He leaned forward and kissed her. This kiss wasn’t like the others, which had been full of need and greed—oh, all that was still there, but even he could tell this kiss was different. Softer, like the woman in his arms. A promise.

  “Wait for me. I’ll be right back.” Not giving her time to answer, he rolled off the bed and put on his clothes. She watched him the entire time and he took pleasure from the appreciation in her gaze.

  When he was fully dressed, he returned to the bed and kissed her eyelids closed. “Take a little rest. You’re going to need it.”

  He turned and walked away from her, going through the door without looking back. He hurried down to the lobby and the gift shop there. Luck was with him—they had one three-pack of condoms left. He had a smile on his face as he headed back to her room. Knocking on the door, he only had to wait a few moments before it was opened enough for him to enter. Naked, she hid behind the door, but closed it once he stepped through and ran back to bed. Not before he saw the most delectable heart-shaped ass he’d seen in a very long time, if ever. His body trembled knowing he’d take her from behind.

  He reopened the door slightly and hung the 'do not disturb' sign on it before shutting and locking it. By the time he made it over to the bed, he was naked. Peeling the covers off her, he threw three condoms on the bed. His gaze drifted over the beautiful naked woman sprawled out before him; those would only get them to morning—barely. He’d have to buy a box for the rest of the week. “Turn over,” he managed to say.

  ***

  Three days.

  They’d spent most of the last three days in her hotel room. She liked the view from her room, so he’d moved his things into hers—not that they saw much of it. They didn’t just make love, though. They talked, too. She told him about her relationship with her ex and what happened, and he talked about his business and his family. There was no relationship for him to talk about because it had been years since he’d had one. These days, he only dated casually.

  Whatever was going on with him and Shanna, it wasn’t casual. He wanted to spend every minute they had together exploring whatever it was. Even when he had to go to the work location to inspect the security of the building, he took her with him. For the first time in his life, he was a man possessed, not wanting to let his woman out of his sight. And she was his woman; she didn’t seem to want to be away from him, either. He introduced her to his clients as his assistant, and she sat in on the meetings, taking notes. His lover. A woman who owned a string of hair salons and day spas acted the part of his secretary. What she really did was drove him crazy.

  The first day she sat in the conference room directly across from him. The other three men in the room sat facing him, their backs to her. He stood in front of the room with a wall monitor behind him showing various angles from each floor of the building. These were the areas he found needing more video surveillance. At one point he stopped mid-speak for one minute, unable to utter a single word. His eyes focused on the back of the room, and it wasn’t until someone said something that he came back to his senses—just barely.

  Shanna sat on the sofa against the wall, wearing a short black dress. At first her legs were demurely crossed and she held a white pad and pen on her lap. When she knew she had his attention, she uncrossed her legs and opened them wide, wide enough he could see a flash of glistening hair. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. And she was wet. He knew she was. His mout
h had gone dry. He’d cut the meeting short.

  Without a word he’d rushed her back to the hotel, wasting no time in getting them to her room. As soon as he had her sitting on the side of the bed, he dropped to his knees before her. Hiking up the dress to her waist, he’d plunged his tongue into her sweet, juicy center. He lapped, bit and sucked on her until she was screaming his name, and shaking as much as he. Only then did he stand up and unzip his pants. With an unsteady hand, she handed him the condom. He ripped it open with his teeth, pushed down his underwear, shoved the latex over his throbbing sex, pulled her legs up around his waist, and surged into her until his balls slapped a rhythm against her skin. She moaned as she came hard against him.

  From that day, neither of them wore underwear again, and he always carried condoms in his pockets. He’d never been hornier for a woman in his life. It had been three days and he had to make a run to the drug store for another box of condoms. It would be the first time they’d be apart for longer than a few minutes, and he found it difficult to leave her side. The only reason he didn’t take her was because he knew she was exhausted, and he smiled at the memory of why. Plus he’d be gone fifteen minutes, tops. He kissed the center of her back, leaving her lying naked on her stomach and half-asleep. This is mine.

  The soft click of the door closing had Shanna opening her eyes to a sun-drenched room. Wow, morning already. She hadn’t looked at a clock since she’d arrived on the island, and only knew night from day—day being when they spent a couple of hours outside her room. And night—ah, the nights—she spent in pleasure like she’d never known in Ross’ arms. At some point they should at least go to the beach and dip a toe in the water, but for now neither was inclined.