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Chapter Two

They ate in complete silence. Charlotte watched his hands
holding the cutlery. The exquisite long fingers suggested strength as well as
refinement that sent her imagination flying. As his left hand lifted to deliver
another bite into his mouth, she remembered the force of his tongue as it had
mated with hers. Already she craved another taste.

The movement of his jaw while he chewed the food and every
subtle shift of his shoulders and arms reminded Charlotte of what a sensual
feast life could be if she took the time to savor every bite. Soon his whole
body would be hers to touch and savor, his skin warm when she tasted it.

With every forkful of the succulent meal, his glance drifted
over her face, betraying the hunger no food could sate. The hunger that made
the blue of his eyes deeper and darker. His gaze seemed to become liquid so
that she felt her eyelids growing heavy and her whole body desire to succumb to
the sexual tension that continued to spiral between them.

After he polished off the last of his wine, he drew the
napkin from his lap and tossed it onto the table. With precise and graceful
motion, he produced his wallet, pulled out a credit card and raised it toward
the aisle.

A waiter appeared and opened the black bill holder to
receive the credit card. “I’ll take care of that, sir.”

The stranger settled back against the booth with a sly grin
on his face and watched her chew. She could feel the caress of his gaze on her
lips. Food lost its flavor and the scent of male filled her nostrils. Once
more, he managed to numb her brain with only a stare. She lowered her fork to
the plate as if she’d forgotten what to do with it. The food in her mouth
became an awkward distraction so she swallowed, acutely aware of the grating of
her Adam’s apple.

The man’s scrutiny continued as if he planned to sit there
for an eternity and amuse himself solely by watching her. With each passing
second, the unwavering gaze probed deeper and made her squirm with a fiery urge
to do whatever he asked.

“Here you are, sir,” the waiter said, presenting the credit
card slip.

Her companion glanced at it, wrote in a tip and signed with
sharp movements that left indecipherable squiggles on the paper. Was it strange
not to know the name of the man who would soon fuck her within an inch of her
life? Somehow it didn’t matter.

“Thank you, sir,” the waiter said and walked away.

The stranger drew to his feet. Her chest stirred from the
agility that brought him to the middle of the aisle, where he stood staring
down at her.

A naughty hint shaped his semi-smile when he offered his
hand. The gesture carried the full weight of their bargain and warned that the
time to pay up had arrived. Charlotte wiped her mouth with the corner of the
black dinner napkin and tossed it on top of the one he’d thrown in the middle
of the table. Grabbing her clutch, she took his hand and let him pull her to
her feet. For a moment, she had no sensation of standing as all feeling left
her extremities and her knees wobbled.

The man placed his hand to the small of her back and half
guided, half followed her out of the dining car. She proceeded toward the
sleeper coach where she had paid a small fortune for the largest available
compartment. All the way there, a steady throb pulsed in her chest. A similar
pulse echoed between her legs and where his hand rested on the small of her
back. Every step confirmed the inevitability of what was about to happen.

Charlotte wished she could see his face right now. Did he
share in the wild surge of anticipation and arousal that now raged through her?
Did he look down at her ass and imagine what he would to do to her and vice
versa?

At the door of her compartment, he leaned against the isle
wall while she placed the key in the lock. She slipped inside. He didn’t
follow. She turned to find him standing in the doorway, staring at her with a
gaze as urgent as it was determined.

“I want you,” she said.

The sound of her voice propelled him inside as if he needed
and waited for this final and irrevocable invitation. His arms reached for her
and pulled her against him while he kicked the door shut with his foot.

His mouth covered hers as his hands tunneled through the
hair at the back of her head. She reached around his waist and held on,
doubting that she could remain standing of her own accord. It had been an
eternity since she’d been so enveloped by the strength and solidity of a man
that she felt safe to surrender to his lead.

Good thing because the kiss turned her brains to mush faster
than she could count to five. Moist lips slid over hers, teasing and provoking.
He took little tastes, from many angles, coaxing her pleasure with sure strokes
of a master who knew the effects of every minute contact. When she trapped his
lips with hers to get closer, deeper and harder, he began to devour like a
starved man on a feeding frenzy.

A sound issued from her throat and her lips became a raw web
of nerves challenged to the limits of their sensitivity. No kiss had ever made
her so boneless that she thanked heaven for the miracle of a man strong enough
to hold her while she let herself fall apart in his arms.

When he repeatedly pushed his tongue into her mouth to play
with her own tongue, gravity suddenly threatened to pull her down as fast as it
accumulated in her clit and her pussy. Her arousal brimmed past the point of
containment. She arched into him, desperate for genital contact, even through
the clothes.

His hand roamed up her back, tracing the zipper of her dress
until he reached the top. Without as much as a second’s pause, he pulled down
to slide it open. The slow parting of fabric tortured Charlotte’s growing
anticipation. How a man undressed a woman painted a reliable picture of his
seduction. This man definitely knew how to tantalize her body into becoming a
breathless pawn in his strategy of complete and unstoppable conquest.

By the time the zipper’s slider bottomed out at the tip of
her sacrum, Charlotte squirmed to hold in the steady trickle between her legs.
As if to anchor her, he placed both hands on her shoulders, his fingers barely
touching and still managing to cause a cascade of sensation. He broke the kiss
even as she gasped into his mouth. A frozen moment held them before she felt
the dress slip down her arms.

The slow scrape of fabric against skin served to drive her
closer to a desperate edge. Once he pushed the dress past her waist, he paused.
Charlotte held a breath. As if waiting for this cue, he let go and the garment
finally dropped to the ground.

“I want you naked,” he cut in between kisses. “I want to
touch you everywhere.” He found the clasp of her bra and snapped it free.
Brushing his fingertips against her back, he peeled the bra off and pulled it
free of her arms.

He looked down at her breasts. “Darling, you are exquisite,”
he said and cupped both mounds so that they filled his large hands. She looked
down as well. God, she loved the sight of his hands on her. The glory of his
warmth on her naked skin made her arch into him.

“Ask me to suck your nipples,” he commanded.

Her throat dried with longing. He took total charge of her
body and desire while making her an equal and willing participant.

“Suck my nipples,” she echoed.

She watched his eyelids drift shut when his mouth closed
around her hard, sensitive nub. A shudder went through her, slamming right into
her clit. Her hips rubbed against his and more moisture seeped into the thin
barrier of her thong.

He suckled hard then let the nipple pop out of his mouth. As
cream threatened to leak out of her pussy, she squeezed her hand between their
pressed bodies and cupped her sex. He swiped her hand out of the way and
clasped the elastic of her thong, pushing the offending scrap on a journey down
her legs.

He knelt and took his time in a ritual that felt like the
beginning of a sacred offering. For every inch that the lacy-edged fabric
advanced along her skin, his hands were there, creating ripples. His lips
followed like a christening brand, imprinting moisture where he’d left heat.

Her hands found his hair and buried in it, contracting when
he grasped her ankle in a signal for her to lift her foot. Every movement
unfolded with lazy deliberation, every touch and caress primed her for more
anticipation. What came down had to come up again, so once her underwear was
out of the way, his fingers began the slow ascent, charting a whole new course
of sensations on top of the ones he’d already created.

Because Charlotte suspected the destination of his quest,
her womb contracted, pushing her hips toward him. He reached the inside of her
thighs while his ragged breath skimmed her lower belly. Charlotte sucked air
and held it when his digits drifted through her pubic hair and kept advancing
until he parted her labia like the wrappings of a gift.

“Good god, woman! You are way past due.”

Taking hold of her waist, he directed her backward and
followed on his knees until she sat down on the bed. She’d asked to porter to
pull it down for her even though it was barely afternoon. Her stranger piled
the pillows against the wall and guided her until she was semi reclined, her
head and back cushioned against the wall of the compartment.

The light caught in his eyes, turning them a brilliant blue.
His lips cracked a mysterious smile as he grasped the underside of her knees
and lifted her thighs over his shoulders. Reaching with both hands, he found
her breasts and pinched her nipples. She gasped. He smiled and dove between her
legs. When his tongue swept up her slit, Charlotte thought she would pass out.

“Look at me,” he called. She found him peering at her from
between her legs. “I’m going to make you come now. You ready?”

She was too stunned to utter a word. Was orgasm a promise a
man could deliver so easily? As increased anticipation swept warmth over her
naked body, Charlotte barely managed to hold his gaze. He waited for an answer
but she couldn’t even nod. Nor was there time to answer before his tongue
circled her clit and his finger pushed into her slick channel.

Dear, sweet God!

How could she have forgotten this sensation? Dormant
pleasure roared back to life. Everything crystallized into sparkling clarity as
she saw, truly saw, her lover’s gift. This was why he wanted her to look at
him. The energy rose and spun. Breath raged in and out of her. Each lick of his
tongue brought her closer to that part of herself she hadn’t seen in a while.

Her hips jerked up. She made a fist and bit into it when his
finger began to work her G-spot and his mouth closed around her clit in a
synchronized assault.

His arms tightened around her thighs to hold her in place as
if he sensed when the first spasm would hit. The force of the climax took her
utterly by surprise. She came apart as if for the first time in her life.

“Hell, yeah, babe. Oh yeah. Don’t stop. Just let it go,” he
encouraged while he kept working her G-spot. While floating in the afterglow of
the first release, she couldn’t possibly imagine another. But damn, she loved
this man’s confidence. The least she could do was work with him. She was still
sensitized and highly charged, the pleasure flung her toward another threshold.
Another few powerful flicks of his tongue over her clit, and she came again.
Never had she come so fast before, and this time, the orgasm felt as if it
pulled on all of her secrets, dragging them out into the light and tossing them
like a finished puzzle right at her lover’s feet. She feared that from this
moment on, she would not be able to keep anything from him.

Before the spasms faded away, he pulled out his finger and stabbed
at her channel with his tongue. Clothes rustled. A belt buckle clinked.
Everything stopped for a moment when she heard the rip of the condom wrapper.

It would happen now. Any second she would feel his cock. Her
clit tingled with the rise of anticipation.

“Look at me, babe,” he called. “Look into my eyes when I
enter you.”

Her body was so heavy she had to command herself to do what
he asked and when she finally looked at him, he was the sweetest sight a woman
could dream of. His lips glistened with her sex cream and his eyes glowed with
an urgency to give her the pleasure only he knew how to give.

And it wasn’t enough.

Her hand clamped down over her pussy, covering it as she
clenched her butt in resistance. She closed her eyes and sighed. She was still
wildly aroused and sweetly satisfied from the two orgasms that he’d so
skillfully given her but who was she kidding?

Having the best sex of her life with a stranger on the train
wouldn’t really change anything. For the span of the trip, she might become sexually
satisfied, but she would be crazy to assume that simply submitting to her lust
would really allow her to surrender to this man, to any man. Although deep
down, she wanted the ultimate romance fantasy, she also knew herself too well.
Sooner or later, the she-bitch would reassert herself and shred her dreams of
romance along with this gorgeous man’s pride. She couldn’t think of a single
thing that would give her a chance of real happiness with him.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked.

She pulled her legs off his shoulders and scooted back.
Quickly, she flipped on all fours and crawled off the bed. Before she got a
chance to stand up fully, he reached around her waist and yanked her against
him. She found herself under him, on her back, pinned by his weight and
imprisoned by his arms.

He looked pissed and dangerous. “Didn’t I tell you not to
tease me?”

She shoved against his chest. “Get off me!”

When his solid form proved to be as immovable as a concrete
post, she pummeled his chest with her fists and kicked her legs as hard as she
could.