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His pupils dilated as he flexed his hips,
sinking into her one inch at a time until he was completely inside her. It was
slightly uncomfortable at first. He filled her to the limits, stretching her
sheath to the max. But it felt good too.

She could feel the pulse of his cock inside
her, deeper than any other man had ever gone. Her pussy contracted around him,
squeezing tight. The muscles in his jaw tightened and she knew he was waiting.
For her.

She cupped his face in her hands feeling
protected and cared for. He made her feel precious and special. But she wanted
more. She wanted hot, sweaty, heart-pounding sex. “Let go.”

He groaned and then shifted, taking her
with him as he rolled onto his back. “You do it. You control what you want. How
you want it.”

Missy sat up, the innocent motion driving
him even deeper. They both groaned.

“That’s it, babe.” He cupped her breasts,
thumbing her nipples. “While you ride my cock I’m going to play with these.
They’re fucking perfect. You’re perfect.”

God, had a man ever been so sexually frank
with her before? She didn’t think so. He was rough and slightly crude, but he
was also gentle and caring. She moaned when he lightly plucked her nipples. He
was also pushing her to the edge again.

She rose up slightly on her knees and came
down again, squeezing his thick cock into her slick channel. It felt so good
she did it again. This time harder and faster.

One of T.S.’ hands snaked down her torso
and found its way between her thighs. He teased her clit with one finger and
used his other hand to fondle her breast.

Missy’s entire body was covered in a thin
layer of sweat. Her heart raced. Her skin tingled. She rose and fell on his
cock over and over again. She cried out when he scissored two of his fingers,
capturing her sensitive clit in between.

She was panting hard now, lost in her own
pleasure. Oblivious to everything but their heavy breathing, the feel of his
hands on her body, the slap of their skin as they came together again and
again.

“Yes,” she cried as she slammed down onto
him one final time. Her pussy contracted hard, gripping his cock. Spasms shook
her entire body. She cried out his name as he rolled, taking her beneath him.
He came up onto his knees, hooked his arms beneath her thighs and thrust hard
and fast.

Missy came again. Or maybe it was the same
orgasm. It was impossible to tell as he pounded into her. He tensed and yelled.
She felt the ripples in his cock, the heat of him as he came.

T.S. bent forward, resting his head on her
shoulder. Her thighs were still draped over his arms, his cock still throbbing
inside her. She moaned as another contraction seized her. T.S. swore and held
on to her hips.

They both lay there totally spent until she
shivered. With her body cooling she was noticing the cool air of the apartment.
She was also becoming aware of her aches and pains and the fact that she was
lying naked in bed with a man she’d never even been on a date with.

T.S. raised his head. He studied her for
the longest time. Then he smiled. It wasn’t a smug I’ve-just-gotten-laid male
smile. Nor was it the one she saw him use in social settings. No, this one was
different. This was a genuine deep-from-the-soul smile.

Missy smiled back, unable to resist.

He eased out of her, being careful to hold
the condom in place. He rolled off the bed and padded naked from the room. She
heard the toilet flush and water run. She shivered again and managed to drag
the covers down and climb beneath them. The sheets were cold. She really should
get a nightgown.

T.S. came back into the room with a
washcloth in his hands. Not bothering to ask, he pulled back the covers and
proceeded to wipe between her thighs. Missy was too shocked to protest. This
was a first for her. Usually she slipped from the bed to discreetly clean
herself up after sex. She should have known it would be different with T.S.

He hung the damp cloth over the knob of the
nightstand drawer and crawled in bed with her. She had to shift over to give
him room. He took up a lot of space.

He eased her into his arms until her head
was resting on his shoulder. She felt him kiss the top of her head. “Sleep.
I’ve got you.”

As if her body had been waiting to hear
just those words, she closed her eyes and drifted off.

Chapter Six

When Missy woke the next morning she was
alone. She ignored the pang of disappointment that sat like a stone in the pit
of her stomach. It was for the best that T.S. was gone. They’d finally had sex
after months of her speculating what it would be like. It was even better than
she’d ever imagined it would be.

He’d been there for her when she’d needed
him. That was more than she could have asked of him. But now it was over. Done.
Finished.

And she was lying to herself.

A slight banging sound caught her attention
and she frowned. Was he still here? Easing out of bed, she found her bathrobe
lying neatly on the end of the bed and pulled it on. T.S. must have put it
there for her. He was already proving to be a very thoughtful lover.
Anticipation heightened her senses as she belted the robe tight and started
down the short hallway to the kitchen.

The sight that met her left her slightly
horrified, yet bemused and strangely pleased. Her usual pristine countertop was
piled with bowls, utensils and food. T.S. was cooking her breakfast.

As if he felt her eyes on him, he turned
and met her gaze. “Hey.” He walked over to her, caught her chin in his hand,
tilted her head upward and kissed her. It was a brief, good morning kiss that
had her bare toes curling into the tile.

She stood there like an idiot, simply
staring at him. One corner of his mouth turned up and she shook her head. The
man was lethal. He was wearing only a pair of dress pants that were zipped but
not buttoned, exposing way too much potent male flesh for her liking. The
pristine bandage around his arm was a stark reminder of the more unpleasant
aspects of last night.

“How’s your arm?”

He shrugged and went back to the stove
where he had eggs cooking. “It’s fine.”

Obviously, he didn’t want to talk about it.
Missy made sure the belt to her robe was still snug before heading to the
coffee pot. It was full and she needed a hit of caffeine. As she poured herself
a mug and added sugar, she watched T.S. work. He cooked with competence, with
no wasted movements.

She imagined he was like that when he was
swinging a hammer or using a drill. She wasn’t quite sure what his everyday
routine was like on the job but she figured since he owned his own company he
probably did a lot of jobs, whatever needed to be done.

She admired the fact that he’d been able to
keep his company not only going, but successful through the downturn in the
economy when so many other businesses had faltered. He was a loyal friend to
Lucas and Candy. He was a fabulous lover.

Missy’s hand shook as she lifted her mug to
her lips and took a sip of coffee. Damn him, he even made great coffee. This
wasn’t good. One night of sex was fine, but no way was she allowing herself to
fall head over heels for a guy like T.S. She wasn’t ready to settle down yet
and he wasn’t the right guy for her. They didn’t have enough in common to last
for the long haul.

“You okay?” T.S. placed his hands on her
shoulders. When she peered up at him she could see the concern in his eyes.

“Yes.” No way was she letting him in on her
thoughts.

He gave her a little squeeze before turning
back to making breakfast. She felt the loss of his touch and sighed. She was
obviously losing her mind. “Can I do anything to help?” She needed to keep
busy. Doing nothing gave her too much time to think.

“Nope. Got it all under control.”

“I didn’t know you cooked.” Was there
anything more lethal to a woman’s senses than a man who cooked?

“I do okay. I serve a mean breakfast and
can grill a steak, make some basic stuff.” As she watched, he served up
scrambled eggs, hash browns and toast onto two plates and took them to her
table. “Sit. Eat.”

He waited until she was seated before he
sat. The gesture was totally unconscious, an ingrained part of his personality.
The man might be a little rough around the edges but he had great manners.

Missy picked up her fork and stabbed a
small bite of the fried potatoes. They were seasoned to perfection. Bemused,
she pointed her fork at him as a thought occurred to her. “I didn’t have any
frozen hash browns, where did these come from?”

T.S. chewed and swallowed his mouthful of
food before speaking. “You had a couple potatoes in your fridge.”

He’d made them from scratch. Now she was
seriously impressed. “They’re wonderful.”

He grinned. “Glad you like them. I wasn’t
sure you would. A lot of women don’t like to eat real food.”

Missy snorted. “I’m not one of them.” She
dug in and ate, not talking until she’d had her fill. There were still some
hash browns and eggs left but she simply couldn’t eat everything he’d put on
her plate. She sat back and shoved it away.

“You done with that?” T.S. waited until
she’d nodded before dragging her plate over by him and finishing up what was
there.

While he ate, she studied him. He was a
contradiction. He was all male from his sleek, hard muscles to his choice of
profession. Yet, he cooked breakfast like it was no big deal. He was rough and
crude, yet kind and mannerly. She couldn’t pigeonhole him and that concerned
her. He kept her off balance. Uncertain.

“What are your plans for today?”

Plans? She didn’t have any. Hadn’t thought
that far ahead. Thankfully, it was Sunday. After last night’s episode she was
glad she didn’t have to go to work. She had a lot of muscle aches and light
pain from her various bruises. She felt…fragile. And that was a feeling she
didn’t like. Reminded her too much of her childhood.

Don’t go there, she told herself. But that
was easier said than done. The similarities were too close. Her father had been
in construction. An angry man who drank too much and had a quick hand when
displeased. He was a bigot too, always pulling the race card when he was turned
down for work. Missy could have told him it had nothing to do with the dark
color of his skin but his crappy attitude and his explosive temper.

He’d been an uneducated man who didn’t see
the value in books and learning, especially not for a woman. Her mother was a
weak woman. A frightened one who’d lost herself in a liquor bottle whenever
possible. Missy had vowed to be different.

She’d stuck it out at home until she was
finished high school and then she’d taken off. She hadn’t been home since.
Hadn’t called. She knew her parents were still alive because she spoke to her
older sister on occasion. She ignored her two brothers who were carbon copies
of their father, or at least they had been when they were growing up.

“Hey.” T.S. touched her face and she
jumped. Concern filled his eyes. “Where did you go?”

She shook her head. She wasn’t going there.
Not with him. Not with anyone.

“Why don’t you get a hot bath while I clean
up in here. You’ve got to be feeling stiff this morning.”

“Are you for real?” As much as she wanted
to, Missy couldn’t quite trust him. Not outside the bedroom. Not in everyday
life. Her more cynical side said he was showing her his best side so he could
get her back into bed again.

“As real as it gets, babe.” He kissed her
forehead and then pulled her from her chair. “Go on.” He nibbled at her nape.
As if on cue her nipples puckered and her toes curled. Damn the man. She tilted
her head slightly to the left to give him better access.

He growled and playfully nipped the side of
her neck. His tongue soothed the small sting. Missy closed her eyes and
shivered with desire. His breath was warm on her ear. “None of that now. You
need to get that bath and relax. Rest.” He traced the whorl of her ear before
stepping back.

She pried her eyes open and walked out of
the room, not looking back. If she did she’d probably do something stupid like
jump his tasty bones and have mindless sex with him on the kitchen floor. It
was a very near thing. She almost turned back once. But she stayed strong and
made it to the bathroom. She shut the door with a frustrated thump.

Bastard. He got her all wound up and then
left her hanging. On the other hand, she’d felt the bulge pushing at her butt
when he’d been teasing her. She wasn’t the only one frustrated at the moment.
That made her feel slightly better.

She ran hot water into the tub and added
some soothing bath salts before removing her robe and climbing in. When the tub
was full, she leaned back and tried to relax as water lapped at her skin. She
didn’t have any idea what time it was and didn’t care. She felt strangely
dislocated from reality, cut off from life.

As the steam and heat began to do their
job, her eyes drifted shut. A violent image blindsided her. One of her
attackers’ faces popped into her brain. She could see in his eyes the intent to
hurt her. Feel his hands gripping her, bruising her as he ripped at her dress.