Taken by Surprise (28 page)

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Michael saw her step falter as her gaze locked with his. Love and lust sent his testosterone skyrocketing even as a part of his mind shut down in fear. She fell, blood oozing from the side of her head, eyes closed, body lifeless. He blinked, and she smiled, each step bringing her closer to him.

Jesus, would he ever look at her again and not remember that single moment in time when he felt his world end? How did a man put something like that behind him?

The sliding door slid open, and Rhonda joined him on the balcony of his middle-floor apartment. "He's down for the count."

Michael reached for her, hands skimming her sides, sending his senses into sensory overload from the mere feel of her body beneath his palms. She had taken the liberty of borrowing one of his shirts, he noted. The top three buttons of the crisp white shirt beckoned his attention, the lapels parting to flirt with the sides of her breasts. No bra. His cock registered that in a nanosecond.

"Are you sure you want to stay here tonight? We can go to your place." He expected her to want to go home after being away so long. He'd brought her here after leaving the hospital because he needed to grab a few files from his home office. Lucas had remarked he was hungry, so they decided to call for pizza delivery. One thing led to another, and they'd never made it back out the door.

"I'm fine here." Her arms wound around his neck. "As long as I'm with you, I don't care where we are."

Michael stared down at her, lost in her big blue eyes, and knew how a man put something like watching his woman get shot behind him. He held on to that woman for the rest of his life, made love to her, and showed her with every breath he took just how very much she meant to him.

"Do you know the first fantasy you inspired in me?" He brushed a soft kiss to her lips and could almost see the wheels start to turn in her fascinating mind.

"Mmm, no, but I'm hoping you'll take me inside and show me." Her palms slid over his shoulders, down his biceps, and up again.

Michael loved her hands on him, the way she seemed to memorize every inch whenever she touched him. "Can't." He kept his gaze on hers as he lowered himself to his knees. "The fantasy doesn't happen inside."

"Michael!" Her gaze darted around, no doubt to see who might be watching. "We can't do this out here." Her certainty seemed to fade as he skimmed one hand down her naked thigh.

He lifted her leg, positioning it to rest on the balcony rail. He snaked his other hand around her waist, flattened it on the small of her back as he pulled her close.

"Why not?" He dipped his head, finding her mercifully pantyless, her pussy already glistening with moisture. "Carly didn't have a problem when Rafe tried it." The scene of the fictional characters going at it on Rafe's balcony was one of the first of Rhonda's that Michael had read. It also topped his list of longest-running fantasies since it came rushing back to his mind every freaking time he came home and saw his own balcony. "As a matter of fact, Carly seemed to get off on the thrill of possibilities as much as Rafe's tongue."

"Oh, gods." The words sounded half laughing and half moaning as she buried her hands in his hair. "You really do read what I write, don't you?"

"Every single scene." He blew a slow breath over her glistening pussy lips, watched them clench as though inviting him for a taste, and delved his tongue between her sodden folds.

"Mmm." Her fingers twisted in his hair, tugged, then stilled at the sound of a sliding glass door gliding over its metal track in the apartment overhead. "No way."

Michael laughed, pulling back enough to gaze up at her. His neighbors' timing couldn't be more perfect. The same thing happened in the scene Rhonda had written in her book, the scene he attempted to play out now.

"Michael, you have to stop." She tugged a little more forcefully at his hair, her other hand gripping his shoulder in an attempt to try to get him to stand.

Overhead, the whispered giggles of his neighbors joined the creaking of their balcony furniture as they no doubt settled into the chairs. He didn't know his neighbors well, but he knew they spent a large amount of their time on their balcony. He didn't figure they knew he and Rhonda were down here. As long as they kept quiet, his neighbors would remain clueless.

Michael slipped a finger into her heated channel and heard himself echo her nearly silent moan at the intense feel of being inside her. Her muscles gripped his finger, drawing it deeper. Her grip on his shoulder tightened, nails biting into his flesh. Mouth watering to taste the cream awaiting him, senses careening from the scent of her, he sunk lower and buried his face in her pussy.

Her hips bucked against his face as her body erupted in a fluid of delicious rapture. He would never get enough of the taste of her, would forever love the responsiveness of her body to his touch. She shattered, and he drank, lapping at the ecstasy all the while ignoring the pounding in his cock. He needed her, all of her. He needed to be inside her, surrounded by her.

Her knees wobbled, and he caught her as she started to go limp. Wordlessly, he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the apartment, straight to his bedroom. He went down with her as he lowered her to the bed, settling himself between her still-quivering legs. She looked dazed, sated, and thoroughly amused as she looked up at him.

"I can't believe you did that."

"I'm not done yet." He kissed her, lingering on her lips for a long while before moving on to her cheek, her jaw, her neck.

"You better not be." Her palms glided over his back, down to the waistband of his pants. When he glanced up at her on his way down to her collarbone, he noted the frown marring her brow. "Why is it that I always end up naked and you manage to keep on all your clothes?"

"You're still wearing my shirt," he reminded her.

She lifted her head to look down at herself, lowered her head again. "Oh, yeah, I like your shirt."

Michael smiled. "I like you in my shirt."

"I like you better out of it." She frowned again. "You know what I mean. I want you out of this one, too." She plucked at the back of his shirt, tugging it partially from his pants.

"Not so fast, Road Runner, we're working on my fantasies here, remember?" He stifled a laugh at the expression that took over her beautiful face. While he waited for her to put two and two together, he reached between their bodies and freed his cock.

"Let me guess, this is another Carly and Rafe scene."

"Carly and Rafe, Stacy and Diego, and about five other couples, if memory serves." He guided his cock to her opening, pushed only the engorged head inside. Holding himself there proved a test to his willpower. He would fail it at any second.

"That's it. From now on, every scene I write will have both characters naked."

"Through the whole book, for the rest of their lives, and they live happily ever after? I think that would turn out to be my favorite book."

Rhonda laughed, the sound full of heated desire and love. "I bet it would."

"There's another couple I forgot to mention." He pushed a fraction deeper inside her.

"Oh? And that would be?" she asked, already breathless, already quivering.

"Rhonda and Michael." He drove his cock all the way inside her, gritting his teeth when he forced himself to stop buried deep in her clenching channel.

"Ah, gods, Michael, please." She tried to move beneath him, attempted to lift her hips, but he held her down.

"Be my partner, Rhonda."

She stilled, eyes growing wide as his words obviously hit home.

"In every scene, every book, for the rest of our lives, let's live happily ever after."

"I take it it's time."

He instantly understood. It shouldn't have surprised him that she figured out in the hospital and the five or six times after that when Lucas asked if he did it and he responded it wasn't time yet exactly what they were talking about.

"I needed his permission. I hope it's okay that I talked with him first."

"It's more than okay. I gather he gave you his seal of approval."

"More than. He told me he wants me to be his daddy." Michael's throat filled with emotion now as thickly as it had when Lucas said those words to him.

"He loves you." Rhonda's eyes shimmered.

"I love him." Michael pulled back, easing his cock out of the deepest grips of her channel to thrust in once more. She moaned, a throaty purr that only fueled his desire for her all the more. "I love you. Marry me, Rhonda."

"This isn't fair." She sucked an audible breath between her teeth as he repeated the slow retreat, the rapid intrusion. "You're distracting me."

"You know what they say about paybacks."

"If I say yes, will you fuck me? Because, oooh, ah, yes, I really need you to move faster right now."

"Do you?" He teased her by slowing even more, taking her body in leisurely strokes that made his cock and balls scream in agony.

"Yes, oh, Michael, I want to come. I
need
to come."

"Marry me," he said again, grinning at her desperation.

"Yes, now please, f—"

He didn't let her finish. He pulled back and slammed into her with a ferocity that shook them both. He fucked her, giving her exactly what she asked for until sweat dripped off his brow and his breaths came in ragged bursts of mind-blowing ecstasy. The pressure in his cock and balls built to excruciating levels, and still he held back. Reaching between their bodies, he found her clit with the pad of his thumb. The slightest touch, the smallest pressure, coupled with his vicious thrusting, and she came undone beneath him.

He let himself go, shooting the thick jets of his semen deep inside her spasming channel. Breathless, spent, utterly useless, he fell on top of her.

"Son of a bitch," he gasped many heartbeats later. He managed to lift his upper body to gaze down at her, found her staring up at him with undisguised love and emotion.

"Yeah." She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. "Let's do it again."

Michael blinked. He could barely catch his breath, and she wanted to go again?

She laughed, a truly musical, completely sexy sound that almost succeeded in making his cock hard enough to give her another round.

"How about we talk for, oh, say, fifteen minutes, then go for a half hour or so of foreplay?" He rolled onto his back, pulling her into the crook of his arm at his side.

"Something specific you want to talk about?" She splayed her hand on his chest, fingers tickling through his chest hair.

"I'm sure I can think of a few things." Like when she wanted to set the wedding date. Did she want to keep her house or buy another one together? Where did she want to go on their honeymoon?

"Before you get started," she pushed to her elbow and looked down at him. "There's something I forgot to tell you."

"Why am I suddenly hearing warning bells, Rhonda?" A part of him dreaded her answer.

She hesitated, glanced down, met his gaze again, licked her lips.

"Out with it, sweetheart."

"Cameron and Jackson came by my hospital room while you were with the doctor getting the paperwork together for my release. They, um, offered to help me with some research for a story idea that came to me during those endless hours lying around that dreaded place."

Michael closed his eyes, but even as he groaned, he couldn't hold back the smile.

"They offered to give me a tour of the Waterston branch, too. And, um, maybe even let me tag along on a small assignment or two."

Michael laughed, grabbed her, and kissed her. He couldn't think of anything else to do with her at that moment. She had taken him by surprise the moment they'd met. As she kissed him back with a passion that sizzled straight to his already stiffening cock, he knew she would keep surprising him for the rest of his life.

THE END

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Tonya Ramagos is a bestselling author of contemporary, fantasy, paranormal and cowboy novels. She spends most of her time in a fictional world dreaming up hot hunks and head-strong heroines. When she's not writing she's reading. Anything from legal and military non-fiction to any genre of romance can be found on her bookshelves and flash drives. Her music tastes are just as varied with artists ranging from country to rock to heavy metal loading her MP3 player. Her idea of relaxing is curled on the sofa or on her back deck with a book and her favorite beverage. A single mother of 2 fantastic boys, she enjoys playing games, dancing, and walking the nature trails around her home in Tennessee.

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