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Easing back, he stepped off the bed. She sat up, and anxiety clawed

through her. Had she misread him? Was he leaving?

Instead, he shrugged out of his shirt, exposing miles of gorgeous

bronzed shoulders, lean, rippling muscles, and a six-pack that made her

gasp. God, he was . . . everything. Sensual, intense, so smart and

engaging, not to mention talented. And he wanted her right now.

Luc tore open the button at his fly, jerked the zipper down, and shoved

his jeans and underwear away with brutal efficiency, then stood naked.

Fists at his sides, his chest heaved as he fused his stare to hers, piercing

her with a desire that set her body ablaze, made her pussy ache.

No man had ever done this to her but Luc.

“If I hurt you, you
must
find a way to stop me,” he said.

And that was another reason she had deep feelings for him. Whether

he wanted to care or not, he did. Her safety was always a consideration.

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He might have taken her profession and life at face value, but he never

treated her well-being as inconsequential.

The woman who landed his heart would be completely treasured, and

Alyssa longed to be her.

“You won‟t.”

A hard glint entered his chocolate eyes. “Stand up.”

Shivering, her insides a jumble of anticipation and need, she did. Luc

bent to her and caressed his way down her legs, fingers tracing a sensitive

line from the curve of her ass all the way to her calves.

Just having his hands on her made her tremble, but his touch, full of

soft demand, made her knees weak. Her longing and impatience surged.

“Luc . . .”

Without warning, he grabbed the hem of her negligee and pulled. A

tear at each shoulder was her only warning before the gown slithered down

her body, to pool in a soft circle around her feet.

Suddenly, she stood naked.

At a brush of the cool night air, her nipples peaked. Or was that

caused by the sight of his rapacious smile? Her belly quivered as he curled

his hands around her calves and urged them apart. His mouth followed,

working hot and openmouthed over her shins, the insides of her knees and

thighs, until she was breathing hard, reaching blindly for his hair, her

fingers itching to feel its softness.

He rose to his knees and kissed the flat of her belly. “On your back.”

She complied as he lifted her and stood in a single motion, apparently

too impatient to wait. She grabbed him tightly when he crushed her mouth

under his and kissed with a demand that robbed her of breath and thought.

Then he laid her across the bed and looked down at her, naked, his

cock heavy with arousal. Those sinful dark eyes both threatened and

promised pleasure unlike anything she‟d ever known as his gaze latched

onto her face. Slowly, his stare lasered its way down to her breasts and

lingered, before scraping down her belly and fixating on her pussy.

“Spread your legs.”

She‟d seen his dominant side before. But Alyssa had a feeling she

was going to experience it on a whole new level. His dark tone made her

shiver. The commanding look on his face confirmed the gravity of his

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words—and stole her breath. Her chest could barely contain the chugging

of her heart. But she did as he asked, parting her thighs a few inches.

“More.”

His expression demanded that she make herself open and vulnerable

to him in every way. Alyssa had no doubt he would take everything she

was willing to give, then, like last time, coax more from her until she was

hoarse and sore and sublimely satiated. She eased her thighs farther apart.

“More,” he growled.

Breath catching, she hesitated. But despite her trepidation, she could

refuse him nothing.

She parted her legs again, until the muscles of her inner thighs

strained. Need was a pool of heat shimmering and undulating in her blood.

Emptiness thrummed inside her. Everything cried out to be filled with his

cock—and all the blazing passion that came with it.

He grabbed her hips, then slid his hands to the small of her back and

pulled up. At his silent command she arched for him, bending her knees,

thrusting her breasts toward him.

“Perfect,” he murmured, then perched himself above her body, the

rasp of his chest raking hers, making her tingle.

A hard press of his lips against hers morphed into a sweltering line of

kisses down her neck, collarbones, then straight to her breasts. As he

cupped one, he devoured the other, his mouth a hot shock to her system.

He sucked hard on her nipple, and she felt the draw all the way between

her legs. He thumbed the other simultaneously.

Moaning, she held Luc close to her, wishing the night would never

end. Already, the man made her feel far more than any lover. More

feminine, more natural, more ready for everything.

“I love these,” he murmured, switching his attention to the other breast.

“I remember how swollen your nipples became when I sucked them before.

Were they tender afterward?”

“Yes,” she cried out at the memory of his oral devotion—for nearly an

hour—still fresh in her mind. “I still felt you there the next day.”

“I want you to feel me here again tomorrow.”

Quivering, she nodded. “Please.”

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Luc moaned as he dragged her nipple into his mouth once more and

gave a hard pull, gently scraping her with his teeth. An electric want surged

through her body. He bit his way down the side of her breast, then nibbled

over to the other and repeated the process.

He was harsher than before, more demanding. Already the tips were

growing tender, and he didn‟t show any signs of letting up. Even if she‟d

wanted to ask for mercy, she suspected he would show none. She sensed

that he needed to find some way to brand her tonight, prove to himself that

he had some part of her Tyler didn‟t. Rather than assure him that he had

every bit of her, she embraced him, encouraged him with a murmured plea.

His free hand roamed over her shoulder, down the curve of her waist,

across her hip . . . toward her parted thighs.

She nodded. “You wet?”

“A constant state when you‟re around.”

His fingers flirted with her belly button, but that thumb drew little circles

against her skin, so near her clit she wanted to scream.

“Touch me,” she cried.

“Mmm, definitely. I‟m looking forward to sinking into that sweet pussy.

You were so tight last time, you grabbed me, milked me. Your arms around

me, you screaming
my
name . . . So fucking hot. Unforgettable.”

Alyssa could only whimper as she waited for him to finally touch her

where she needed him most. Instead, he toyed with her.

Her ache multiplied, soared. Arousal gathered in her core. She felt

swollen, needy, ready to beg if it would do any good. But he simply brushed

his knuckles over her folds, giving her clit the barest touch.

Alyssa gasped. “Luc . . .”

“I want to hear you say my name a lot tonight.
My
name. No one

else‟s.”

She didn‟t think she could even remember her own name right now,

much less anyone else‟s.

“Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes . . .”

For endless minutes he cupped, laved, and stroked her breasts. He

tugged on their tips, sucked them hard, murmuring his appreciation as they

swelled, reddened, peaked even more. Her nipples were so hard, her want

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so sharp, that she fisted her hands in his hair, using him as her lifeline as

she drowned in need.

Swiping his thumb over the taut bead of one, then the other, he

stepped back and swallowed. “So tender and worked. Gorgeous.”

Now without his touch, Alyssa craved more of the sensory overload

and stroked her own breasts. But it wasn‟t enough to ease the relentless

gnawing of her hunger. She slid her hands down her abdomen, toward her

wet folds. Relief. She needed to curb the ache. Now.

Before she reached her destination, Luc grabbed her wrist. “No. I say

how and when. It‟s not by your hand tonight.”

“But—”

Alyssa never finished the thought. He crashed his mouth against hers

and prowled inside, possession evident as he took the kiss deeper. Without

warning, his fingers slid into her wet cleft, and he plunged inside. She cried

out her pleasure into his mouth.

“Damn,” he breathed. “You feel so good.”

His fingers played her perfectly, as if he remembered her body and

exactly how to make her scream. His devilish touch skidded across that

sensitive spot inside her; then he alternated, pressing and rubbing, his

thumb also strumming her distended clit. Fire converged inside, outside,

tugging, drawing, swirling and growing. Again he smothered her cries with

his kiss. She dug her nails into his shoulders, and he hissed. Then he sent

her a predatory smile, a flash of sexual promise and white teeth in the dark.

“That‟s it. Ready to come?”

He didn‟t need to ask; he knew. But he wanted her to say it. Luc liked

making her confess her desire. At the moment, she had no way of

concealing it.

“Yes! Please . . .”

Instead of sending her over, he withdrew his fingers and raked them

through her slit. “Very swollen. You‟ll grip me so tight.”

He eased closer until he covered her, his chest pressing her deeper

into the mattress, his thighs parting hers even more to accommodate his

hips. His hands urged her wider still.

The anticipation suffocated Alyssa. She wanted Luc deep, so deep

he‟d never remember another woman and never imagine leaving.

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“Tonight you won‟t have time to think about anyone but me,” he

vowed.

She never did anyway, but he didn‟t understand that. Yet.

“So many sinful things I want to do to you, but . . .” He cradled her

head in his hands, and she met his stare in the dark, drowning. “I have to

be inside you.”

Alyssa tried to nod, but he held her too tightly, pinned beneath the lush

heat of his body and her own desire. She panted, wanting, waiting . . .

“Look at me,” he demanded.

She‟d closed her eyes. She wasn‟t sure when. Didn‟t matter . . . Now

she opened them.
Bing!
Their gazes connected, and her heart followed.

That wild sense of connection, of belonging, slammed her. She could no

more escape his glittering dark eyes than she could her own craving for

him.

“I already feel you all through my body. How is that fucking possible?

Again?”

He didn‟t answer his own question and didn‟t let her try. She merely

marveled that he felt it as well.

Then she thought nothing as he grabbed her hips and surged forward,

burying as much of his cock inside her as he could. She grunted at the

delicious intrusion. Already, she felt full with him and knew he was halfway

in—if that. His back stiffened. He cursed, wriggling his hips.

“Always so tight,” he groaned. “God, you‟re killing me. You relaxed for

me, sugar?”

His gaze was like the darkest syrup, sweetening her, melting her,

covering her. She focused on loosening up, letting him in.

He eased back, then surged in again, this time a bit farther. She

gasped at his steely penetration, at her pleasure-pain.

“That‟s it.” Voice strained, Luc gripped her hips with biting fingers.

“Relax. It‟s going to feel so good.”

Alyssa sensed he was on the very edge of his control. And she

couldn‟t wait for him to lose it.

Beneath him, she writhed, lifted up, taking him a fraction deeper. After

months without sex, it burned . . . but felt oh so good. No one had ever

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made her love sex like Luc. No one else had ever made her feel her heart

during the act, either.

“Yessss,” he hissed, gripping her tighter still.

Finally, he slid deeply and completely inside her.

The feel of him buried in her body unleashed a fresh surge of need—

and a flood of warmth in her chest. As their gazes connected again, she

flashed back to their first night together and a rush of memories swamped

her—all dripping pleasure.

But as he nearly withdrew from her body, she clung to him, tonight

took sensation to a whole new level.

Luc eased his arms under Alyssa, up the length of her back, hands

curving over the tops of her shoulders. Then with a roar, he thrust deep.

Once. Twice. Then she lost count.

The sensation lit her up, then exploded through her body. She

absorbed the power of his surge by moving with him, opening to him

completely with a cry.

More warmth flooded her chest as the ache behind her pussy

converged. Her legs wrapped around him as she tried to grip him tighter,

keep him closer. He groaned, panted, sinking deeper, then deeper still.

Luc picked up speed, setting a hard rhythm. His stare drilled into her

as his cock did, never wavering. Every thought and sensation flowed from

his body to hers, then back again. And Alyssa knew he could read her

every feeling, too. As soon as a reaction hit her body, he adjusted to take