Missy’s hips were rising to meet the thrust of his fingers. His movements got faster and he pushed deeper, driving her closer to the edge.

A low moan broke from her. Her cunt constricted around his fingers. Her thighs clamped around his wrist. Her hips jerked. He felt the hot flood of wet heat as she came. So uninhibited. So damn beautiful. He watched until he knew he’d milked her orgasm for every last drop of pleasure.

Then he carefully withdrew his hand. His clothing was confining so he grabbed a handful of the cheap cotton fabric and ripped the shirt over his head. He tossed it onto the tile floor where it was immediately soaked by water that had overflowed while Missy had been coming. She’d thrashed around quite a bit at the end, sending a nice curtain of water over the edge and onto him.

He stood, ignoring the wet material clinging to his hips and thighs. He pulled the plug and the water began to drain from the tub. Missy’s eyes were wide open and she was watching him. He couldn’t quite read her expression. Mixed with the sexual satisfaction was something else. Whatever it was, it wasn’t important. Not now. The only thing that mattered was getting her into bed.

He reached down and all but lifted her from the tub. When she was standing on the tiled floor, he grabbed one of the thick, fluffy towels from the shelf and began to pat her dry, being very careful of the scratches just below her collarbone. Just seeing them made him angry. No marks should mar such perfect skin. It was wrong on so many levels. He leaned down and kissed the red marks.

“T.S.,” she began, her voice slightly breathless with arousal.

He didn’t want to give her a chance to think, to ask him to leave. He wrapped the towel around her and kissed her lush mouth. Without her high heels he was taller than she was. She didn’t move at first and he began to wonder if she was going to send him away after all.

He was just about to pull back when her lips moved against his and her body shifted closer. He eased away from her long enough to blow out the candles that were still flickering before returning to her. Ignoring the pain in his arm, he walked them into the bedroom, all the while kissing her.

He’d turned the small bedside lamp on earlier and her bed beckoned. He unwound the towel, letting it fall to the floor before he eased her down onto the thick mattress.

Missy felt as though she were in a dream. The incident in the bathtub was like an erotic fantasy. The steam. The heat. T.S. using his mouth and tongue and hands to bring her to orgasm. Every nerve ending in her body was alive, tingling with energy. Yet she wasn’t fully satisfied.

It had been a long time since she’d had sex. A long time since she’d had a man in her bed, his strong arms locked around her, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy.

What did one say to a man who’d just given her one of the most intense orgasms of her entire life? Thank you sounded a little inadequate.

After the incident tonight, she hadn’t been certain how she’d react to a man touching her. She didn’t think she’d have been able to let any other man be so intimate. But T.S. was different. She wasn’t quite sure why. He just was.

Trust. She trusted him in a way that went deep to the core of her. He’d protected her when she’d needed it most. That was a primitive and incredibly powerful emotion.

He stroked his hand over her naked torso. It occurred to her she’d been passive, allowing him to do all the work. That was about to change.

She wanted him. He was here and more than ready if the bulge in his pants was any indication. She’d deal with tomorrow when it arrived. Right now she wanted to feel alive, to connect in the most intimate ways a man and a woman could.

Reaction to the shock from earlier? Probably. But she didn’t care.

Missy pushed herself up and stared down at him. His dark hair contrasted against the stark white of her pillowcases. His forehead was wide and high. His cheekbones were prominent, his jaw firm. With his golden-brown eyes and hooked nose, he reminded her of an eagle she’d seen once. They both had the same look, like they were just waiting for the right opportunity to pounce.

Surprisingly, she was more turned on than afraid.

His lips were the only soft thing about T.S. And even they looked firm. It was only when they touched her so gently, so carefully that she’d realized just how supple they were.

“Missy?” It was his turn to question her and her turn to silence him. She placed her finger over his mouth. His eyes darkened and his lips parted. He took her finger inside, sucking on it.

She groaned and then laughed. The man was incorrigible. He was walking, talking sex. It was a vibe he gave off without even trying. It made a woman speculate about him and what it would be like to be with him. Fantasize. She’d certainly done more than her share since meeting him.

He was exactly what she needed right now. To forget tonight’s attack. To feel alive. To celebrate being a woman.

“It’s my turn,” she told him.

He growled deep in his throat. It was a sexy sound. Almost animalistic. It sent a shiver down her spine and goose bumps broke out on her arms and thighs.

His teeth grazed her finger as he released it. “What do you want to do?” His low, sexy voice wrapped around her like a caress, making her yearn for more.

“You.” She placed her hands on his chest. His heart pounded against her palm. He wasn’t as calm as he outwardly appeared. That was good because neither was she.

He propped his hands behind his head, making the muscles in his biceps bulge and ripple. “I’m all yours, babe.” The white bandage was a stark reminder that he’d been hurt earlier. She shoved those thoughts aside. They were both alive, both here, and T.S. was waiting for her to make her move.

“Hmm.” She didn’t know where to start. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. She needed to get him naked.

She let her hands slide down his rib cage, over his thickly muscled abs. All that physical labor did wonders for his physique. Unlike the other men she dated, T.S.’ muscles came from hard work and not just a gym. That in itself was a turn-on for her. He was sleek and strong and, for the moment, hers.

A smattering of dark hair covered his chest before angling down his torso. Her fingers followed the thin line as it disappeared into the band of his dress pants. They had to go. Kneeling beside him, she made quick work of his belt. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, exposing a large cotton-covered bulge.

She glanced up at him and a muscle beneath his eye was twitching and his jaw seemed tight. Missy traced a finger over the outline of his erection. His hips jerked and he swore under his breath. She started to reach lower but found her hand pushed away.

“If you’re going to do it, do it right.” T.S. shoved his pants and underwear down his thighs, kicking them off. He quickly peeled off his socks, tossing them onto the floor. Naked, he lay back, his thighs parted, his arms by his side. “Now you can touch me.”

Missy had seen naked men before. She’d had several serious relationships over the years so the male form was no mystery to her. But a naked T.S. in her bed affected her more than she thought it would.

The man was gorgeous in a rough, elemental way. Long, thick muscles roped his thighs. His waist was lean, his hips narrow. His cock jutted up from a nest of dark curls, proud and strong. The plum-shaped head was dark and wet. A prominent vein throbbed along his shaft. His testicles were lightly furred and heavy as they hung low between his splayed thighs.

“Touch me, Missy.”

The way he said her name, a combination of demand and yearning was impossible to resist. She started at the base and stroked one finger up his thick shaft all the way to the top. She ran her finger over the slit and collected some of the pearly liquid seeping from it. He groaned as she brought it to her mouth and licked it off. He tasted salty and hot. All male.

“You’re killing me, babe,” he protested. But he didn’t move, allowing her to have her way. He was letting her set the pace. Letting her be in charge. He knew what she needed and he was giving it to her.

His understanding and generosity astounded her. Not that he wasn’t getting anything out of it, because he was. He just hadn’t gotten it yet. For all he knew, he wouldn’t. Yet he was still here.

She would make him wait no longer. Missy wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked. He tensed, his fingers gripping the comforter beneath him. Feeling very powerful and sexy, she shot him a grin before leaning down and licking a path from base to tip. She circled the head with her tongue, teasing the slit.

His good arm snaked out and his fingers tangled in her short hair. He pulled her mouth closer to his cock. “Hmm, you want me to do something else?” she teased. “Maybe something like this.” She took the thick head into her mouth and sucked.

T.S. moaned, his fingers tightening slightly against her scalp. She smiled when she felt no sense of panic. All she felt was a sense of pride and arousal. She straddled one of his thighs, rubbing her slick, aching pussy against it.

“Fuck. Babe.” He might have wanted to say more but he couldn’t get the words out. Instead, he groaned and worked his hips, trying to get her to take more of his cock into her mouth.

Missy reached between his legs and captured his testicles, rolling the balls gently between her fingers. He tensed beneath her. His sac tightened beneath her touch.

Releasing him, she gripped his shaft once again and began to pump. Up and down. Slow at first but getting faster with each stroke. She breathed through her nose as she sucked him hard, taking as much of him as she could. He tensed but didn’t push, allowing her to set the pace and the depth.

His hands slid from her hair, down her neck to her shoulders. “Babe,” he gasped. “I want to be inside you when I come.”

Her pussy spasmed. She wanted that too. She released his cock head with a wet pop. He groaned and urged her upward. She slithered over him, kissing every inch of his tempting olive-toned skin as she could.

His patience snapped. T.S. surged upward, flipping her onto her back. He loomed above her, ready to claim her. He placed his hands on her thighs, spreading them wide before kneeling between them. He started to lean over her and then swore.

He climbed off the bed and, for a horrible second, she thought he was leaving. Then he grabbed his pants off the floor and dug out his wallet. Opening it, he pulled out a condom and dropped his wallet back on the floor.

Missy was glad he’d thought of a condom because for the first time in her life she hadn’t. He ripped the packet open and soon had the latex covering smoothed over his erection.

Kneeling between her legs once again, he fitted the head of his cock against the opening of her sheath. He lifted one of her legs over his thigh. He placed his other hand flat on the mattress beside her head, supporting himself as he pressed inward.

He was large and thick, and her inner muscles contracted, keeping him from going very deep. “Relax, Missy.” His voice was thick with need, the tip of his cock stretching her. But he didn’t rush, didn’t push. Instead, he waited for her body to loosen, to accept him.

He pressed a kiss on her cheek, her forehead, her nose. She turned her head toward him and their lips met. She sighed and he sank another several inches into her. He was a part of her now, but it wasn’t enough. She arched upward taking even more of him.

She broke their kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Finish it.”

His pupils dilated as he flexed his hips, sinking into her one inch at a time until he was completely inside her. It was slightly uncomfortable at first. He filled her to the limits, stretching her sheath to the max. But it felt good too.

She could feel the pulse of his cock inside her, deeper than any other man had ever gone. Her pussy contracted around him, squeezing tight. The muscles in his jaw tightened and she knew he was waiting. For her.

She cupped his face in her hands feeling protected and cared for. He made her feel precious and special. But she wanted more. She wanted hot, sweaty, heart-pounding sex. “Let go.”

He groaned and then shifted, taking her with him as he rolled onto his back. “You do it. You control what you want. How you want it.”

Missy sat up, the innocent motion driving him even deeper. They both groaned.