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Really, he shouldn’t fuck her.

But damn it, he wanted to in the worst way. Even on such short acquaintance, he’d discovered she was exactly his type. Smart, driven,
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hard-working, and he’d always had a thing for blondes. That body too, was exactly right, trim and toned and feminine in every single way.

Yeah, as much as he might second guess this decision down the line, right now he was pretty sure he couldn’t stop if he wanted to anyway. His rock hard dick was definitely in charge at the moment.

Jesse climbed in next to her and slipped his arms around her for another kiss, this one so hot it would melt steel girders. Her hands ran over his back and up again as they pressed into each other, and he could feel wonderful pressure of her stomach on his stiff cock. His balls actually ached and the warm soft sensation of her naked body against him was enough alone to make him explode like some horny adolescent.

“God, you feel good,” he murmured, tangling his fingers in her hair. “I hoped you couldn’t tell I was fantasizing about this when we were sitting downstairs, but I must have sent the vibe anyway.”

Kerin gazed at him, her hands on his shoulders, her soft mouth slightly parted. “The important thing to me is that you wouldn’t have done anything about it if I hadn’t asked you.”

With a light laugh, he nuzzled her neck and kissed his way lower.

“How do you know?”

“I just do somehow. I think I’m a pretty good judge of character.

Oh …yes…”

There was no way to suppress his purely male inner grin as her voice trailed off breathlessly when he took a nipple into his mouth. He lightly suckled at first, and discovered quickly that she not only liked that, she loved it. Her body arched convulsively and the low moan that came from her throat was the sexiest thing he’d heard in a long time.

Fine with him. He thought breasts were God’s gift to the human male, and if she liked having her perfect tits touched, kissed and sucked, well hell, he was just the right man for the job.

He liked putting his mouth other places, too, and after a few
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minutes of breast play that had her panting and shifting impatiently under his mouth and hands, he moved south.

Even with the blast of the wind outside actually rattling the windows, he could hear her shift in breathing. Jesse inhaled her female fragrance as he nuzzled her pubic hair, his hands suggestively putting pressure on her inner thighs. Kerin parted for him with willingness, and he began to lick her pussy in long slow strokes, tonguing her clitoris, then sweeping downward, tantalizing the delicate nerve-endings.

The lady in his bed really, really liked it.

She came quickly, her whole body quivering as she climaxed.

Legs wide open, knees bent, she gave an incoherent scream of enjoyment and arched into the teasing pressure of his mouth. He kept her on that peak for as long as possible, until she tugged at his hair and said weakly, “Oh God, stop, Jesse, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Sure.” He adjusted upward between her legs and gave her a smile, glad she’d just had an obviously satisfying wild orgasm in case he didn’t last. “But if you don’t mind…”

With his hand, he guided his cock to her pussy and began to enter her.

Tightness, wet exquisite heat…oh yeah. He was glad he’d made her come first.

“Don’t worry,” she gasped, her face flushed and her hands on his shoulders. “I don’t mind at all.”

* * * *

It was something she never did. It wasn’t her. In her life, she’d never had a one night stand. She’d never even dreamt of sleeping with a stranger.

However, she didn’t regret it at the moment. Not with the long solid feel of his cock sliding into her, not with the muscled strength of
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his shoulders hot and hard under her clutching fingers.

The storm outside wasn’t the only one she was experiencing.

Usually she wasn’t vocal during sex, but as she felt the full length of his erection sheath itself to the hilt, Kerin moaned.

Loudly.

Shit, she’d have to be mortified later, because it felt so damned good and she really couldn’t help it.

Braced on his arms above her, Jesse had an intense expression on his face, his dark eyes shielded by partially lowered thick lashes. He slid backwards and thrust inside her again, and she felt his wide chest heave against her breasts. “Oh man…”

Her thoughts exactly. Well, not thoughts. Were thoughts possible when your body was on fire?

No, she discovered in the next minutes, they weren’t.

Either her good-looking rescuer had some special skill, or Michael, who was her first and only other sexual partner, hadn’t done something right. This wasn’t anything like the unmemorable sex she remembered. This was different. Wild, exciting, unrestrained, and probably the most reckless thing she’d done in her life, but fantastic just the same.

She slid her fingers into his thick dark hair and dragged his face to hers for a kiss. He obliged with flattering enthusiasm, and the spike of his tongue into her mouth mimicked the same pumping motion of his lower body as he drove into her pussy over and over.

She was going climax again, which amazed her. She’d never had a vaginal orgasm in her life, but as he continued the erotic motion of his lower, body, plunging into her time and again, she felt an overwhelming pleasure and began to reach for that peak.

“I can’t wait,” Jesse said, almost simultaneously with her first shudder. “God, I’m coming.”

Kerin clutched at him wildly, probably leaving scratches on his arms. He went still and taut, his tall body racked with convulsive tremors and she could feel the liquid surge of his release as they
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trembled together. Her pussy milked his cock and he gave it all to her there was little doubt, for they remained that way until they both were spent, limp, and out of breath.

With Michael, in the aftermath, there was always a certain awkwardness, but somehow it didn’t feel that way. Jesse held her, his warm breath fanning her temple, and Kerin reveled in the intimacy of their joined bodies.

Why on earth would it be more comfortable with a complete stranger? A man she’d known less than a day?

Jesse laughed finally and eased free, looking delicious and utterly masculine with dark hair falling over his brow and a wickedly satisfied smile. He fell to his back, put an arm around her, and tugged her body next to him. “I have one word. Wow.”

It was suddenly as if all the events of the day rushed in and piled on top of her. Tired did not even begin to describe the contented lethargy of her body. “Yeah,” she murmured, liking the solid feel of his much larger body next to hers. His skin held a faint clean scent of sweat. “Good word choice.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” He looked at her from under the fringe of his lashes. “I thought it was incredible.”

“I’m glad you care if I liked it,” she said without thinking. “And yes, it was incredible.”

“Of course, I would care.”

“Not necessarily,” she muttered against his sweat-sheened chest.

“Is Smith your real last name?”

Well, she supposed she owed him that much. “No. Burke.”

“Care to tell me why you lied?”

“No,” she replied and drifted into a contented sleep.

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Thea Benedict fingered her glass, the rhythm of the music throbbing like a giant, macabre heartbeat. Perched on the stool, she sipped the now tepid beverage in her hand and waited.

Waited.

Too much smoke, too many people, too much money for a single glass of chardonnay she had nursed for over an hour.

Once again she scanned the room.

Damn, there he is
.

Medium height, with a shock of dark brown hair with just a hint of silver at the temples and that signature hawk-like nose…

Those eyes, too. So cool, so assessing as his gaze swept over the room.

Donovan.

Bingo
. His gaze swept past her, like a cold touch. She didn’t think he smiled. That wasn’t precisely what you would call the expression on his face. But one corner of his mouth lifted and he shouldered his way through the crowd toward the man sitting at the bar.

Yeah, they had set up a meeting and it wasn’t something that could apparently be discussed in the office.

It was hot, but she felt chilled all of a sudden. She watched the seemingly casual greeting, making sure she sat back in the farthest corner of the bar and kept her head down, though she doubted with her exaggerated makeup and skimpy clothing either of them would spot her. She was just one of many young women who populated these types of hot spots and besides, they had serious business to discuss.

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Murder.

Seeing them meet like this wasn’t proof, but it was sure as hell a good start. She smiled at the bartender and ordered another pricey glass of wine.

* * * *

Jesse crouched down and set two more logs on the glowing embers, suppressing a shiver. It was pretty cold in the cabin and the less than hospitable conditions outside weren’t helping a bit. Part of the problem, of course, was he had fallen into a very satisfying deep sleep and warmth had not been an issue with a beautiful naked woman curled comfortably next to him. Normally he wasn’t much for cuddling after sex, but he’d had no problem drifting off with his pretty guest’s firm delectable ass pressed against his groin as they lay together; his front to her graceful back. They’d slept that way, with her in his arms, and when he woke up and registered her warm, soft body against him and remembered what happened, he’d been amazed it wasn’t just some bizarre—but incredible—dream.

She smelled damned good, like flowers and heated woman. Her scent was still on his skin and he knew it would be on his sheets.

It made his cock stiffen if he thought about it, and the really, really good news was with the wind still shrieking outside like a runaway train, there really wasn’t much to do except go upstairs and crawl right back into bed once he built up the fire.

Once the blaze was crackling nicely, he did just that.

Kerin was still sound asleep, her silky hair spread over the pillow, and the depth of her fatigue was evident in the way she didn’t even stir as he eased back in next to her under the blankets. He fitted his body to hers and tried to keep his attention off his undeniably wayward dick. In the light of day, without wine and whatever drove her down the obscure county road in the first place, he hoped she didn’t regret sleeping with him.

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He didn’t regret a thing. As far as he was concerned, they could stay in bed until the snow melted in the spring. She’d been both passionate and responsive as hell, and it was such a turn-on to make love to a woman who obviously really enjoyed it. His last serious girlfriend had been pretty lukewarm over the sexual part of their relationship and it was part of the reason he held off proposing. In every other way they’d been really compatible, but he always had the sense he was being given a gift when they went to bed together. Not all women were created equal in the sexuality department and he understood that, but sex was a part of any serious intimate relationship. Though an emotional and intellectual connection was just as important as good sex, still, it
was
important.

Dr. Burke had that part nailed down just fine.

His hand rested on her bare stomach and very slowly he inched it upward until he cupped one of her beautiful breasts. It fit perfectly in his palm, firm and resilient, and he tested the weight of it lightly, cradling the tantalizing flesh with his fingers. Her nipple hardened as his thumb brushed it, and for the first time, she stirred a little and sighed in her sleep.

Damn, he was really hard. Cock-throbbing, balls-aching hard.

Jesse had no idea if she would even be receptive to the idea of making love again, but from her response the night before, he was going to take a gamble and try to convince her.

Very lightly, he nuzzled her neck, brushing her hair aside to expose the vulnerable column to his mouth. Kerin’s eyelashes fluttered a little.

He squeezed her breast just a little and kissed her shoulder. “Good morning.”

“Hmm…”

“It’s ten degrees outside.” He kept his voice low, licking a path across her collarbone. “But in this bed, it’s hotter than hell in my opinion. I turned the generator back on but it will take a while for the house to warm back up. We’d be better off to just stay here.”

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Her eyes opened fully then, and he felt her tense for a moment, as she were confused over where she was, but to his relief, she relaxed almost immediately. “Oh.”

Not quite certain what that one word meant, he continued to lightly cup her breast and hold her close. His erection pressed against her hip, and there was no way she could miss it. “I’ve been up for a little while,” he said with a hint of dry humor. “In more ways than one, obviously.”

“I can feel that.” She rolled to her back and looked at him, all sleepy-eyed and gorgeously tousled. When she smiled, he felt his heart begin to beat faster. “I haven’t slept like that in months. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me.” He grinned, sliding his hand to the other breast and teasing the nipple. “Anything I’ve done has been entirely my pleasure.”

“Not yours exclusively. If you’ll give me a minute, I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be right here.” Jesse rolled to his back and put his arms behind his head as he watched her slide from the bed. She gave a small shiver as her feet touched the chilly floor, and she practically ran to the bathroom. The sight of her nude body made his stiff penis pulse even more, and he couldn’t help but feel a wry twinge of humor at the tent he made in the blankets. Males did have some advantages when it came to the human reproductive process, but there was one huge negative. If you were aroused, it wasn’t really a state secret.

The toilet flushed and he could hear water running, and when Kerin emerged and dashed back to the bed, she carried a whiff of minty toothpaste and her shining hair was smooth and untangled. She slipped back in beside him and he gave a small exclamation as her hand slid across his bare chest. “Hey, that’s damned cold.”