watched her.
He cupped her breasts and grunted, an animalistic sound, as she climbed over him, his palms
engulfing them, torturing the small mounds, teasing the nipples into hardened little points that hurt.
She lowered herself as he gently sank his teeth around the base of one nipple, the sensations
multiplying by the addition of his teeth as his tongue laved and swiped, suckled and suctioned. She
floated in only feeling, only lust, only him.
He gave wild, primal little lust bites at her neck, her ear, and gripped her hips as he came back up,
eyes fixated on her face. “Tell me you want me inside you, Monica.”
It came out in a desperate rush. “I want you inside me.”
His lips pressed down on hers with devastating gentleness as he gripped her by the waist, then he
lowered her, slowly, as lost in it as she was, as desperate to be completely buried in her as she was to
be completely penetrated. He held her down, gently gripping her hips.
“Tilt your hips, and tell me how it feels,” he rasped, as inch by inch, his hot, hard length advanced
inside her. “Yeah,” he breathed, and she tilted her hips until she felt her body contract around him, her
sex swallowing him entirely.
“Daniel,” she gasped, and a sound a little like pain squeaked out of her when they were fully joined,
and he eased back.
“Am I too thick? Too big?” he gruffly asked, but she quickly begged, “Please, don’t leave me
empty,” only to realize he had intended to lift her and pull her back down.
The sound tearing off her this time was all pleasure. He closed his eyes and set his forehead on hers
for a moment, her heart thundering, their bodies melded, throbbing in unison, and nothing had ever
felt like this. She gripped his jaw and set her lips on his, kissing him.
He groaned as though relieved to be surrounded by her, as though he’d been desperate for her flesh
to massage him, hold him, caress him. He pulsed within her. Firm and warm.
When her hands clutched his shoulders and urged him, he inhaled through his teeth, flung his head
back, and started to move with her. Her body clenched around his as she bounced slowly up and down.
Her hips tilted vigorously, meeting his thrusts, progressively faster, seemingly deeper. He bit down on
her shoulder, and pleasure raged through her like a thunderstorm. The sensations rose like a ride,
taking her higher, higher.
“Daniel,” she cried, frightened, clutching him.
He was lost to the storm, too, biting into her neck now, breathing hard, “Oh, Christ … Monica … I
can’t … I can’t wait…”
She exploded with a soft cry, nerves twisting, body clenching and unclenching, her systems setting
loose as he plunged into her with a bark of pleasure as her pussy rippled and grasped at his cock,
pulling him, massaging him, stroking him to orgasm with her.
He became heavy, impossibly heavy, deliciously heavy, when she sagged. He still dragged himself
inside her, groaning, still hard, and she responded with a soft moan and bit into his shoulder like he
had, loving how it had felt. He turned his head and when he kissed her, she thought he was going to
swallow her tongue, his passion still without boundaries … stirring her again.…
Chapter Four
They arrived at his apartment building, and Monica was still breathless in his arms, heavy-lidded, her
mouth damp, her cheeks pink with exertion … so damned sensual and beautiful. Daniel didn’t want to
let her catch her breath and start talking shit to him about Roland; he didn’t want to stop and think
about anything except how right this was. She was afraid of love, and he was pushing her to admit it. It
could backfire. But God, he’d had enough of this.
He’d never wanted anyone so much in his life.
When the car stopped, he tucked the tiny wad of fabric of her panties into his pocket and helped her
straighten out her gray pencil skirt, and as she stepped out of the car, he scooped her up.
“I can walk,” she softly protested.
“All right then.”
He set her down, took her arm, and guided her to his door. He’d wanted to carry her, just to hold her
close, and to make sure she didn’t decide to leave and go back to her office. It was stark daylight. He
should be working. They both should.
But damn it, Daniel had worked his entire life, and he couldn’t remember anything as important
right now as her. It was different from how it was with any other woman, so different it was like he’d
never had a woman before. Blood rushing thick and heady in his veins, he opened all his doors and
then went straight to his bedroom, leading her to the bed.
Monica’s eyes were glazed with desire as she turned at the foot of the bed, her gaze upturned to his