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  She nodded. “Oh yes.”

  She was more than ready.

  Chapter Two

  Throughout the evening he had caught glimpses of the fiery passion Rebecca kept locked up tight, covered by the pretense of a prim and serious businesswoman. But the second he kicked the hotel room door closed and they were alone the protective smoke screen surrounding Rebecca Southerby evaporated, along with his plans for a sophisticated seduction.

  While she may be a lady in public, it turned out that in private she was every red-blooded man’s wet dream—a sexual siren.

  She pulled the pins from her dark hair and shook her head, sending a riot of silken waves tumbling to her waist. With her hair down the lights revealed hints of red and gold he hadn’t noticed before.

  Micah sucked in a harsh breath as in one graceful glide, she dropped to her knees. Watching him from beneath thick lashes, Becca licked her lips and reached for his pants. His belt buckle offered no resistance to deft fingers. A flick of her wrist opened the fastener then she tugged on the zipper.

  A feminine hum of appreciation as she dragged the material down his legs made his cock jerk against the confinement of his boxer-briefs. Following her lead, he lifted one foot, then the other, and she slipped off his shoes.

  Short, manicured nails scraped a light, tingling path over his legs. When she reached his hips, she paused and leaned forward, pressing soft lips to his cloth-covered erection. The stream of warm air heated his entire body, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on his skin.

  “Jesus, baby!”

  The carnal grin that spread across her red lips had his knees shaking. Her fingers slid under the waistband and she pulled the soft cotton over his hips. Eager for more of her attention, his cock bobbed and a slick pearl of cum beaded at the slit. Slender fingers encircled his shaft, rasped over sensitive flesh as she stroked from base to crown, finally breaking eye contact to take a good, long look at his cock.

  “I’m so hungry,” she whispered.

  God yes!

  Taking his balls into her other palm, she rolled the taut sac and continued the slow strokes along his shaft. He longed to bury his fists in her hair, directing her mouth to his needy flesh. Through sheer force of will, he held the urge in check, fisting his hands at his sides instead. As her hot tongue trailed along an engorged vein he couldn’t prevent the involuntary thrust of his hips. Her soft lips and tongue glided over his length, kissing and licking. Fingers touching. Destroying him.

  Perspiration slicked his body, which shook in anticipation as her mobile mouth moved higher, her tongue tracing a scorching path around the sensitive ridge. She lapped at the underside of the crown and he moaned, causing her to focus on the responsive spot. His legs almost gave out as she nipped at the tender spot. Her tongue snaked out to ease the slight pain then delved into his slit.

  “Sweet Jesus.” His breathing turned rough, choppy.

  She had yet to take him into her mouth and the torment was killing him. He certainly hadn’t expected she’d be so uninhibited and skilled. Micah didn’t know how much more excruciating pleasure he could take. Slickened with her saliva, the cool air in the room added to the amazing sensations. The wicked temptress laughed as he struggled just to breathe. Hungry green eyes watched him as her pouty lips hovered over the tip of his cock. After what was surely an eternity, her lips slowly parted and descended.

  Unable to take any more visual stimulus, Micah banged his head against the door and his eyes rolled upward to stare at the plain white ceiling. He found the view safer for his sanity, right up until she sucked him into the silken heat of her mouth.

  “Oh Christ, baby.”

  Unhurried, she suckled the head. Her wicked tongue flicked at the explosive area she’d discovered earlier and Micah came close to detonating. His balls tensed against her palm as a damp finger slid along his perineum. She sucked him deeper and mumbled, creating vibrations that surged through him.

  His restraint snapped. Micah’s fingers delved into her lustrous hair, flexing and clenching against her scalp. With her firm breasts and torso pressed tight against his thighs, he felt the sensual shivers racking her slender frame.

  Good, she was as affected as him.

  Her greedy mouth consumed him, tongue lashing his flesh as her lips tightened. Becca sucked hard and took him to the back of her throat.

  “Fuck yeah, baby. Take it all.” His strained voice sounded raspy.

  She didn’t fall into a predictable rhythm, keeping him on edge by changing her motions often. One moment she massaged his balls and her lips slowly dragged over his length. The next she plunged fast, swallowing around the head of his cock and twisting her fingers at the base.

  He stared down at her, panting and thrusting his hips, concentrating to keep his fingers loose in her hair, following her lead instead of trying to direct her movements.

  “Becca—” he warned. “I’m close.”

  She hollowed her cheeks, sucked his cock with voracious hunger. That damn finger slid farther back, circled his anus. When her fingertip breached the tight pucker he was history. His balls clenched and sizzling-hot jets of cum surged through his cock.

  Her throat convulsed, drawing out his climax. She drank him down and then licked him all over, searching out every last drop before finally releasing his spent flesh.

  Jesus! She’d sucked the very breath from his lungs. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. He felt weak as a baby and barely managed to keep himself from sliding down the door.

  Wow, now that was hot!

  And what an ego boost. It sure explained why some women loved giving blowjobs. Rebecca had never felt more powerful or sure of her sexual prowess. She was almost giddy.

  Her previous lovers hadn’t brought out this side of her personality. She hadn’t even known it existed, regardless of her vivid fantasies. Imagine that, she had an inner porno babe who’d been waiting thirty-two years for someone to set her free.

  Ouch! There was a downside though. Her knees ached from kneeling for so long. Probably had indentations from the carpet in her skin too. This inner-slut thing may not be all it’s cracked up to be. And she had no idea of proper post-blowjob etiquette. What was she supposed to do now?

  She glanced up at Micah. He looked like a sprinter after running a marathon—sweaty and ready to collapse. Although still a rather impressive size, his cock had deflated and hung limp along his leg while her body hummed with sexual want. Her nipples ached, her clit throbbed and slick arousal coated her thighs.

  She needed to fuck!

  Typical damn man. All that mattered was he’d gotten his rocks off. Now he’d crawl into bed, go to sleep and snore louder than a chain saw, leaving her to her own devices.

  What a buzz kill.

  Rebecca used a nearby chair to steady herself as she rose. Sure enough, her knees bore an interesting pattern of red depressions from kneeling on the carpet. Lovely!

  “Well, umm…” Damn, she had no idea what to say. So much for making a graceful exit. “This was…nice. I should be going. Got an early—”

  “Going?” Micah frowned, his expression turned hard and uncompromising. “Nuh-uh, baby. We’re just getting started. Don’t shut down on me and hide all that fire again. All that passion.”

  She almost looked around to see who he was talking about. Fire and passion? Certainly he wasn’t referring to her. She was a lab geek for crying out loud. But she needed…more.

  “I didn’t plan this very well. Didn’t get my…er, you know…before you got yours. Now you’re tired and spent—”

  “Becca…”

  She waited for him to finish but he hesitated. Perfect. For a minute she had thought things couldn’t get any more awkward. She was wrong. Now he’d come up with all kinds of lame excuses she didn’t want to hear.

  “My name is Rebecca. Nobody calls me Becca.” Or any other nickname. She was plain old boring Rebecca. Becca sounded too racy for her. Something a bolder woman would be called.

  “Ah
, baby.” Micah pushed away from the door. “Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

  Obviously not. Voice stuck in her throat, Rebecca shook her head.

  “I’m not like every other man you’ve known. We’re far from finished.”

  Not finished? She liked the sound of that. A lot.

  He moved closer. Really close. Until her breasts flattened against the hard planes of his chest and he cupped the side of her face in his huge hand. Of course, big hands went with a big body. Same as in the animal world with her cats—the bigger the paws, the bigger the kitty. That theory sure applied to other parts of his anatomy. Micah had the biggest, tastiest cock she’d ever had the pleasure of encountering.

  Rebecca gave herself a mental shake, trying to clear her rapidly disintegrating train of thought.

  “I’m different. I want to be more for you. Special for you. Your own pirate captain.”

  Oh wow. His eyes had darkened, appearing almost black and smoldering with lust. For her? Men looked at other women that way, but not her. Mousy Rebecca Southerby didn’t draw sexual attention.

  “You’re a combination of Rambo and a pirate. I’m not sure what that would make you. Rambate maybe.”

  Micah’s deep, throaty laughter went right to her core and gave a hard tug. Lord, she could get addicted to his laugh.

  “I like that, Becca.” She didn’t miss the emphasis he put on the nickname. “I get to kick some ass Rambo-style and then make off with all the booty.”

  She returned his smile. This lighter, playful side of the man appealed to her. She doubted let his guard down often.

  His arms skated down her side and around her back to grasp her butt. Micah’s firm hold had her trembling with desire.

  “You won’t be left wanting, baby. You see, I plan on making you come.” He squeezed her butt suggestively. “Several times.” His head lowered and warm breath caressed that amazing spot behind her ear. “Multiple orgasms so strong you’ll be hoarse from screaming my name.”

  He nibbled on her earlobe then bathed the tender flesh with his tongue.

  “Again and again.”

  She shivered as he pressed soft kisses along the column of her throat.

  “All night long.”

  Hell yeah!

  She must be dreaming because Micah was too good to be true. A real fantasy come to life, in vivid color even.

  Rebecca squealed in surprise as he picked her up and in three quick strides, tossed her onto the bed. Good thing too. His intense expression made her go weak in the knees.

  In no time at all he’d divested Rebecca of her clothes. As he stood beside the bed to strip, she drank in the glorious sight.

  She’d always thought laws against nudity in public were to protect the innocent from the trauma of seeing potbellies and saggy old people. Now she knew the truth. They were to prevent Micah Lasiter from causing public riots. It had to be illegal for a man to look so good!

  The only men she’d ever seen who even came close had been on the pages of magazines. The ultimate in perfection. But Micah wasn’t perfect. He’d worked his body hard. Various scars marred the landscape of ripped body covered by tanned skin. In her opinion, they enhanced his rugged sexiness.

  His muscles had muscles, and in between were deeply carved indentations. A sensual roadmap Rebecca found she was hungry to explore. She wanted to let her fingers do the walking. To feel the difference in texture from the long mane of dark blond hair framing his face to the darker smattering over his chest, narrowing to a fine trail along his abdomen and becoming a lush nest at the base of his rejuvenated cock.

  What the hell was a hunk like him doing in a hotel room with her? He’d climaxed, but he wanted to continue? Wanted to give her screaming orgasms all night long?

  Yup, he was unique and should be prohibited for the sanity of womankind.

  A rough growl rumbled from his broad chest, reminiscent of her babies. A member of the family Felidae in the genus Panthera, also known as one really large, non-domesticated cat. A carnivorous woman-eater. A jaguar or leopard. Perhaps a tiger.

  No, those didn’t fit.

  Rebecca’s gaze took in his big golden body and wavy mane of hair again. Micah brought to mind the most fearsome predator, the king of beasts—a lion.

  As if proving her conclusion, he pounced on the bed, caging her beneath his larger body.

  “I was wrong. You’re neither Rambo nor a pirate. You’re an animal.”

  “Mmm…yes.” He leaned down and licked a nipple. She arched her back, thrusting the peak closer to his mouth. “A famished animal, hungry for a taste of you.”

  Micah proceeded to prove just how rapacious his appetite could get. After a long, slow, drugging kiss he attacked her body, emitting animalistic vocalizations as he feasted. Not one inch of skin was passed over. Lips, teeth and tongue tasted. Deft fingers stroked, teased and tweaked. He dominated her, using his weight to anchor her writhing body to the mattress, his strength to bend her to his will.

  And she loved every second.

  He sampled all except where she wanted him most. Her sex. Shameless, she writhed beneath him. Begged and pleaded with abandon. Micah would not deviate from his planned route.

  When he finally settled between her legs, massive shoulders spreading her wide, her heightened level of arousal was almost painful. She nearly came with the first bold sweep of his tongue over her drenched folds but he held her on the edge, pulling back whenever she got close.

  “Oh god. Please! I need…”

  His tongue circled her entrance then plunged deep, rasping the quivering walls of her pussy. Her hips bucked, reaching for the orgasm that hovered just out of reach. Her channel clenched as he withdrew to circle her clitoris. The bundle of nerves spasmed and pulsed. All it would take was one firm stroke, but again he moved on.

  “Fuck,” she grumbled, frustrated beyond her normal restraint, reduced to cursing. “You bastard!”

  “What, sweet baby?” he teased. “What do you need? Tell me, Becca.”

  Inhibitions be damned, her need to orgasm was far greater than any sense of propriety. If he wanted specifics, she’d give him explicit, in-your-face instructions.

  “Suck my clit. Flick your tongue over it, fast. Fuck me with your fingers, hard. Three of them. And don’t stop ‘til I come.”

  Holy shit. Where had that come from? She was a completely different woman with him. Bold and brazen. Daring and free. And damn if she didn’t like the new her.

  While Micah may be all dominant alpha male, he was pretty damn good at following instructions. He held her clit captive between his teeth, his tongue flicking against the tip and his lips exerting glorious suction. At the same time, two thick fingers powered into her pussy. He twisted his wrist, added a third finger and homed in on the perfect spot where the stroke of his fingertips drove her wild.

  Rebecca bucked, fucked his face, muttered incoherent praise. Her entire body tensed to the point only her heels and shoulder blades remained in contact with the mattress. Micah mumbled something, creating amazing vibrations that tore through her pelvis. She strained, grabbed for the prize, screaming his name as overwhelming pleasure exploded, ricocheting from one nerve ending to the next.

  He didn’t let her down. Micah kept the devastating sensations rolling, building the pressure until all she could do was surrender to the ecstasy. Dazed, she lost count of how many times she came, each peak higher than the last. And when she thought she could take no more, he proved her wrong. Repeatedly.

  He gave her no chance to recover. Micah rolled on a condom, aligned his cock with her pussy and slammed forward. He filled her in one great thrust—stretched tender tissues to new limits—reached previously concealed and ignored pleasure centers. She felt full, whole. Blissed out beyond belief.

  He took her hard and fast, then slow and deep, constantly changing the tempo. Just barely coming down from one peak he built her back up until she lost all concept of anything other than him. Finally, Micah brought her to one la
st stunning crest and followed in her wake.

  They collapsed in total exhaustion and satiation only to wake a short time later. The slightest touch was all it took to reignite the passion and start all over again. He fucked her from behind then changed position so they both lay on their sides.

  The next time she woke up he was carrying her to the bathroom. She’d never had shower sex but soapy bodies sure made for devilish fun. Hands sliding over sensitized skin. Slippery bodies moving in sync. It blew her mind.

  For a magnificent finale, she took control and told Micah what she wanted. She got a heady rush from directing their play. She straddled his hips and rode his cock as if she were a rodeo queen, feeling powerful, sexy and beautiful in Micah’s arms. He set her free and helped her to fly.

  If only the night could last forever and they didn’t have to return to their real lives in the morning.

  * * * * *

  Rebecca woke in the predawn hours held tight against the curve of Micah’s body. One heavy arm was slung possessively over her waist, shackling her. Devastating her emotions. The sheets were tangled around them and the room reeked of hot and sweaty sex.

  She wanted to stay with him. But she couldn’t. Rebecca wasn’t stupid. She knew the score. One-night stands did not turn into relationships. Unconscious loving behaviors displayed while asleep didn’t equate to true sentiment. He appeared to have laid claim to her, but it wouldn’t stand up to the light of day.

  The night had been out of character for her. They were opposites and while opposites attract, they also repel. Micah was a man of action, the kind of guy who wouldn’t go for long-term relationships. If he did, he would go for beautiful arm candy, not a socially inept science nerd.

  She didn’t do casual sex, with this night being her one exception to the rule. When she picked a man for the long haul, it would be someone with similar interests. Even though she’d been assertive in bed, she didn’t have enough confidence in herself as a woman to believe she could hold the interest of a man like him.

  Quiet as a mouse, she slipped from the bed, trying not to moan over all the aches and pains in muscles that had never received such a vigorous workout. He reached out and a pang of regret pierced her heart. If only they could form a lasting bond from their very brief time together.