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eyes. Lucy had dropped to her knees and worked on his button and then zipper. It wouldn’t cooperate.
He groaned. “Let me get that.”
Vic made short work of the button and zipper, then stood waiting for her response. Her eyelids went
half-mast, and he knew that look instinctively. She wasn’t a virgin, but she hadn’t approached a man like
this, hadn’t tried to be this assertive when it came to sex. Eight months of celibacy worked on his patience.
One part of him wanted to grab her up, kiss her until she went limp with compliance, then throw her over
his shoulder and carry her off. It brimmed in his blood, screamed for him to do just that.
Lucy stared at Vic’s glorious torso and his open pants and thought she’d die. She’d never seen a more
beautiful man. His wide shoulders and powerful arms turned her on. His chest, finely sculpted, was
sprinkled with dark hair that trailed down his six-pack down into his pants. His white briefs peeked out of
his jeans, and she licked her lips. She had to be looking at him like he was dessert. God, she hoped he was
dessert. She was so damned hungry. Her body literally throbbed. More than that, his gaze burned steady
upon her, clear, staggering desire telegraphed in his expression.
He held his hand out to her, and before she could speak, he asked, “Bedroom?”
“Down the hall, last door on the left.”
He lifted her into his arms. A little gasp escaped her throat. Her arm slipped around his neck. “Whoa.”
In the low light, Lucy could still see his grin. “Whoa?”
“I’m…impressed.” She gave her silly side full reign while her libido fired into super-hot action.
“Muscles. You have so many damn muscles.”
He chuckled as he walked down the dimly lit hall. “The army requires that I work out.”
“It looks wonderful on you. Me…I’ve been lucky lately if I get any weight lifting in.” God, don’t
babble. You’re acting like a nervous teenager. Okay, so maybe she was nervous.
He grunted softly, a sound so ruthlessly virile it stirred her blood. “You’re beautiful. I’ve never seen
anyone so damned beautiful.”
She wanted to claim that he flattered her, but the hot, soft way he said it sounded completely sincere.
Her nipples felt tight and achy beneath the bra—she couldn’t wait to get out of it, to feel his body against
hers, to learn each inch of his glorious form. Wet heat filled her center. His skin was warm, silk over steel.
She slid her palm up the back of his neck. A night light in the hallway illuminated the bedroom enough to
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“Remember, if you want to stop, tell me.” As he drew her into his arms, Vic’s slightly gruff voice
puffed near her ear.
“I don’t want to stop.”
He kissed her ear, his voice a rough growl. “Good.”
Shivers of delight coursed over her body, and she shook with excitement. This was really happening.
Now. Perhaps it should have felt wrong to make love like this, but something inside her said this coming
together should have occurred ages ago. They had a second chance to connect, to find what they’d been
denied when very young. They hadn’t discovered sex at an immature age, and now the pieces were coming
together.
Vic cupped her face, and in those eyes she saw such gentleness mixed with sexual need. How could a
man be this exciting, this alpha, and still possess tenderness inside him?
Without another word, he urged her to the bed. They rolled over the plush royal blue velvet quilt,
passion taking them to higher and higher levels. He cupped her bottom, squeezing gently. Vic rolled and
came up on top. He pressed his erection to her sweet spot. She groaned, her breath stolen by pleasure. Her
excitement burned high, and she didn’t think it would take much. She gasped, fingers clenching his
shoulders.
He kissed her forehead. “Like that?”
“Do I like it? God, yes.”
He chuckled softly, his breath coming quickly. “Me too.”
His rhythm stayed steady, each stroke bringing her higher. She arched, trying to match his movements
as her body sang. Twisting, she tried to reach her peak, but it remained out of reach.
Vic fumbled with the front closure on her bra. He snapped it open, and he gazed at her breasts with
obvious heat. “Jesus, you’re beautiful.”
She’d never considered her thirty-four C chest good or bad, but the hunger in his eyes said he craved
what he saw. When his tongue licked one nipple, then the other, she squirmed and groaned. He grazed on
her breasts, tasting, licking, drawing them into his mouth. Vic suckled, swirled his tongue over her flesh.
She’d never experienced so much pleasure she could barely stand it. Slowly, he traveled down until his lips
traced over her quivering stomach, heading toward the source of her frustration. Her clit throbbed, her body
aching to reach a completion. She wanted it, ached for it.
“Vic.” She gasped, terrified he’d stop.
“Shhh,” his deep voice rasped, a velvet and steel voice that promised and teased. “Easy, baby.”
Baby. The feminist in her demanded he stop calling her that. The woman writhing beneath the hot
stroke of his tongue melted under the sexual nuance in his voice and wanted him to keep saying it.
Groaning it as he fucked her. Just the image flashing through her head sent wild need scrambling through
her body.
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He touched already highly-sensitized flesh. Her heartbeat hammered, her breath coming quickly.
Please, she couldn’t stand this anymore. She wanted—
His tongue touched her through her panties. Oh. Oh God “Vic.”
He glanced up, and their gazes locked in the dimness. “Want me to stop?”
“No.” Never.
He slipped his fingers into her panties and with one quick movement they snapped right off her hips,
and he tossed them aside. He didn’t apologize. He didn’t look sorry.
Holy—
He’d just ripped her panties off. Heat shot through her center, and a rush of moisture between her legs
said it all. Her cheeks flushed, her heart pounded. A litany ran through her head.
Now, Vic. Now.
His eyes glittered with hunger, and he dipped his head. For long moments he tasted her, licking with
soft attention around her wetness. And she was so very aroused. As if he knew her desperation, he swept
his touch over her clit. She gasped, moaned as he stimulated her with long, slow licks and fast, hot brushes.
Clutching at the sheets, she gasped, panted, begged for relief. She spread her thighs wider, lifted her hips,
bucked under the never-ending delicious torture.
Lucy almost cursed him. Instead, when he moaned against her flesh and stuck his tongue inside her,
she came apart. She screamed. A long, high, whimpering sound as her body writhed in sweet fulfillment.
As she tumbled from the peak, he slid two fingers deep into her sensitive flesh. She gasped as he moved his
fingers back and forth inside her. He settled his tongue on her clit, fluttered gently as he caressed her inside.
Before she could say one word in utter amazement, she climaxed again. Heat surged up from her pulsing
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