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  Desire coiled tight in her belly. The ache he'd created swelled hotter and higher inside her. She couldn't hold out much longer ... especially when he slipped a pair of fingers into the empty depths of her vagina and began a slow pump, which he augmented with that fabulous tongue.

  "Mark ..."

  Nicki barely heard the hitch in her voice. She was too busy listening to her heart roaring in her ears. The orgasm was big already, and it was growing, swelling to epic proportions, twisting inside her like a living flame, threatening to incinerate her.

  "Mark ..."

  Hooking the fingers buried in her slick flesh upward, toward her navel, Mark found that perfect spot. Nicki gasped as a whole new dimension to the pleasure zipped through her body, joining up with the mass of need congealing deep inside her. Oh, wow--this one was going to kill her.

  But she'd die with a smile on her face.

  The storm of need gathered, building, building. It descended down, anchoring between her legs right where his mouth moved over and over her clit, blowing her mind. Nicki held her breath, legs tense, back bowed.

  "Mark!"

  The mass of erotic tension exploded. She cried out again, convulsing, as pure red pleasure shot down her legs, ricocheted through her belly, zinged up to her head, then back between her legs, where Mark was still lapping at her.

  Blackness danced at the edges of her vision as one peak flowed into another. She tried to brace herself for more, but there was no preparing for something out of her realm. Another spike of pleasure, another unbelievable pinnacle, another scream.

  Finally, the tension began to ebb away. Nicki wasn't sure she could move, even if she wanted to. Vaguely, she wondered if he would mind setting her alarm clock for, oh ... just before Thanksgiving.

  Mark raised himself over her body, wearing a huge Cheshire smile. "So, are you still mad at me?"

  Nicki tried to muster the energy for a glare. "I'll answer later, when my brain starts working again."

  He laughed and dusted kisses along her jaw, over her neck, as he settled himself between her legs still fully dressed. The feel of his erection, still as thick and rigid as ever, perked her up far more than it should.

  "You're wearing too many clothes," she complained. With a shrug, he reached over his head, pulled at the back

  of his shirt, and yanked it over his head. And she saw the ripple of every bronze satin muscle in his shoulders, arms, and chest as he did. The Celtic knot tattoo on his biceps undulated when he flexed--and nearly made her sigh. Nicki wondered how he'd feel about a tongue bath over that incredible torso.

  But he had more goodies to expose.

  "The rest, if you don't mind," she prompted.

  He hesitated. "I'd love to, baby. But I didn't come prepared."

  Nicki lifted her hips to him, certain she'd coated the crotch of his jeans with her moisture. Served him right for hiding such a magnificent package from her.

  "You feel mighty prepared to me."

  Groaning, he ground into her. "Oh, I'm more than ready. But I don't have a condom. I'm so damned sorry." He kissed the tip of her nose. "If there's a next time, I promise to be better prepared."

  So he'd planned to give her the most amazing oral gratification of her life and leave? No way. No freaking way! She'd never dated a guy who hadn't demanded something oral in return. Yet Mark had merely apologized.

  "Is that your only problem?" With a smile, Nicki wriggled out from under him. "Up."

  He was quick to frown, slow to respond. But finally he eased to her side ... taking her nipple into his mouth as he did. It felt good, so good. Oh, too good. But if she let him continue, they'd still be here an hour from now and no closer to a condom.

  That would be a tragedy.

  Dislodging her nipple from his talented mouth, Nicki scooted across the bed and reached into the nightstand, where she withdrew a box of condoms she'd bought at the store earlier today--with this exact occasion in mind.

  "I'm prepared, so I guess that makes me a better Boy Scout than you."

  He glanced between her legs, his greenish-brown gaze reigniting the spark down there, not like flint to a piece of metal, but like kerosene to a bonfire. Instant and hot.

  "You're missing an essential piece of equipment to be a Boy Scout."

  Nicki tossed him a condom. He caught it with one hand.

  "Why don't you share?" she shot back.

  Mark glanced at the lone condom in his hand. "I could, but I'm going to need more than this."

  She tossed him another out of the box with a smile. He merely caught it and sent her a pointed stare.

  "Another?"

  "I plan on being real busy tonight."

  That dark, orgasmic voice reached into her and seemed to strum on all her senses.

  "I like that idea," she said, sending a third condom his way.

  He picked it up with one hand--and gestured with the fingers of his other hand to fork over more.

  "Are you serious?"

  "Am I laughing?"

  Cautiously, she sent him another. "Will I be able to walk tomorrow?"

  "If I arrange it so that you can't, it only means you'll have to stay in bed. What a shame."

  His self-satisfied expression sent a little thrill shivering down her spine. Could he actually perform that many times in one night? A glance at his wide-as-a-doorframe shoulders, the hard ridges of his chest and abdomen ... along with that tempting bulge she had yet to see in detail certainly convinced her that he was healthy enough.

  Nicki pounced across the bed and tore into his jeans. Oh, button flys, her favorite. And as each button came undone under her dexterous fingers, she exposed bits of white cotton, all of which she eventually pushed down his hips.

  He stepped out of them without any prompting, leaving him as bare as she was.

  A mere glance proved his anatomy every bit as impressive as she remembered. More, even. Blue-veined and thick as her wrist, his cock sprang from a bit of light brown hair and heavy testicles. The mushroom head was so engorged, it looked purple. The last time she'd seen that many inches on a man it had been in a movie she'd watched at a bachelorette party.

  "Do I pass inspection?" he teased.

  Realizing she'd been staring, Nicki turned twelve shades of red. "Um, yes."

  "Excellent." He grabbed a foil package, ripped it open and laid the condom on the bed beside him. "I'm dying to see how many other ways I can find to make you come."

  "You first," she said in a sultry tone.

  Leaning toward him, she dusted a series of kisses on his chest, across his abdomen ... and down. The muscles of his abs clenched as she dipped her tongue in his belly button and started nipping her way lower.

  She wrapped her hand around his cock. Oh my, every inch of him felt like heated velvet steel. Nicki stroked the length of him once, twice, grazing the responsive head with her thumb. Her gaze climbed its way up his taut, gorgeous body and stopped at his face. Eyes closed, jaw tense, he looked like a man lost in pleasure.

  "Nicki, put the condom on." His voice broke on the last syllable.

  Pouting, she grasped him tighter, raising her other hand and using it to glide up and down his length. "Not yet."

  "Now."

  Normally, Nicki didn't take orders. Mark's voice told her he was deadly serious. She grabbed the condom he'd laid on the bed and placed it on the tip of his sex. She used her fingers to roll it down the first inch. He moaned.

  It was his turn to suffer a little. He'd said to put the condom on. He hadn't specified how.

  Smiling, Nicki bent and wrapped her mouth around his cock, using it to roll the condom farther down his length.

  A sibilant curse slipped from his lips as his hands slid into her hair. "That's cheating."

  He stretched her mouth wide, and she couldn't possibly take him all in. But it was fun trying.

  "Oh, yeah," he breathed. "Oh. Yeah."

  Nicki anchored her hands on the outsides of his thighs and thrilled when they tensed benea
th her like pure iron. She drew her mouth back slowly, then took him back in--a little more this time, all the way to her throat.

  "Damn. Oh, Nicki. You feel ..." He groaned, and his hands tightened in her hair. "So good."

  If her mouth hadn't been so full, she would have smiled. Instead, she settled for rolling the condom down the rest of the way with her hands, then licking the underside of his shaft from base to tip with her tongue.

  That earned her a hiss. Good, she was getting to him.

  Determined to give him pleasure, she swiped her tongue across the soft-textured purple head, then sucked him into her mouth, down then up, down then up. Using a firm grip, she pumped the base of his cock in same rhythm.

  Unbelievably, he grew even more, the blood swelling his shaft with her every movement. In the past, she'd performed oral sex to please partners, to rev them up for the main show, not because it gave her a thrill. This ... wasn't the same. She liked the heavy feel of him on her tongue, liked the way he tensed and shuddered and muttered incoherent words of appreciation, liked the musky smell of him as she took him in her mouth.

  She loved knowing he enjoyed the sensation of her mouth on him.

  As her tongue wandered over every inch of his rigid flesh, Nicki found sensitive spots. She set her tongue to dancing over each one--just under the ridge, the very tip top--even as she let her hand wander lower, first cupping his balls, then shifting behind to rub against the smooth skin there. When she combined the two sensations at once, nearly every muscle in his body tensed, the delineation of each clearly, yummily visible.

  "Holy ..." He took a deep breath as he lifted her mouth off of him and scooted her farther up the bed. "Damn, baby. You're tempting fate."

  "But I wasn't done."

  "You are for now. We'll definitely explore that more later," he promised.

  Mark followed her down to the mattress, covering her body with his. He eclipsed her, outweighed her by a hundred pounds, yet he held himself on his elbows, careful not to crush her. Positioning his cock right at her weeping entrance, he paused. The feel of him, hot and ready right there, charged her with the desire. Nicki drew in a ragged breath, every nerve straining toward him, desperate to feel him inside her, filling her, pounding at her, all hers.

  The strength of her arousal stunned her. But now wasn't the time to psychoanalyze it. Instead, she lifted her hips, inviting him, silently begging him. He held her hips in place with his big hands.

  "Right now, I have a driving--" He thrust forward in one great surge, trying to press his entire length deep inside her at once--"need to be inside you."

  She gasped. Her body couldn't accommodate his girth fast enough--and she still had inches of his length to take. He'd stretched her wide, and her flesh stung, burned. Nicki dug her fingernails into his back and instinctively tensed her thighs against his intrusion.

  "All right, baby." He panted, kissing her temple. "Just relax. I'll go slow."

  Nicki heard the soothing note in his voice and tried to drain the tension from her muscles, tried to adjust. "I don't know if I can do this. You--"

  "Shh. You can take me. We'll do this together." Mark drew in a long breath, then let it out. He stroked her hip. "It's going to feel so good."

  That seductive promise in his midnight voice brought her gaze back to him. Nodding, she searched his face, the barely leashed wildness shining in his deep hazel eyes. Nicki felt connected to him by that hypnotic gaze that both seduced and revered her at once, as if she was the only woman in the world he wanted or needed--and he would have her, no matter what.

  Her heart tripped when he placed a gentle, lingering kiss on her mouth, soft lips and a brush of tongue. Languorous. Light. Sweet. She exhaled, then opened wider to him.

  He drew back, almost completely withdrawing, then eased back in, sinking in another inch--but still not completely.

  "You're tight." He gritted his teeth.

  After two years and a handful of months without sex, it was no surprise. But not for anything in the world would she tell him that. He'd only know how much power he had over her, the degree of surrender she'd actually given him. Just meeting his gaze now, she already felt as if she was giving him more than she should.

  He was taking the rest.

  "I'm not apologizing," she whispered.

  "I would never ask you to." He smiled softly. "Just keep relaxing. It's going to be so good."

  He pulled back, then sank down into her again. Another inch slid home. Nicki arched as his head dragged against a wonderfully sensitive spot.

  "You like that?" he asked, repeating the process, entering her a bit more.

  Answering "Yes" in a shaky voice, Nicki clasped his shoulders and tugged him back down so she could plant kisses along his neck and jaw, nibble on his lobe, glory in the musky sent of his skin, the murmurs of appreciation he made. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

  "That's good. That's right. Open up for me, baby."

  He grasped her hips and pushed himself the rest of the way home.

  Nicki groaned and tightened around him. Now that Mark was in to the hilt, the feel of him buried deep amazed her. He left no part of her untouched--her walls, the very mouth of her cervix, and when he shifted and pressed down, he bumped her clit. She gasped, wanting more of him. Grabbing fistfuls of his silky hair, she tilted up to slide him a bit deeper.

  He felt so right, so inevitable.

  "Perfect," he groaned against her lips.

  Mark started slowly, moving in and out as if he had all day, hesitating over that one spot guaranteed to drive her out of her mind with need. Pleasure built and multiplied with every lazy thrust, followed by the press of his hips, which put pressure right on her clit. Desire coiled in her belly, winding tighter and tighter with his every move.

  Oh, yeah. He knew exactly what he was doing.

  Without hurry, he stroked her until her breathing turned ragged, until she felt a sweat break out between her breasts, until pleasure gripped her like a fist, tight and ruthless.

  "Mark, ohmigod!" She thrust up against him, urging him. "Faster."

  "No rush, baby." He held her hips still with his unyielding fingers, thwarting her attempt to control the pace.

  "Harder," she demanded.

  "Patience." He forced her to lie beneath him and take the building pleasure as it spiraled beyond her comprehension, even bigger than before. Mewling, she felt herself swell and tighten. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, as he continued to pump slowly into her hungry channel, scraping his head over the G-spot, then nudging her womb as he put pressure on her clit all in one smooth stroke designed to devastate.

  Need began to center deep inside her as tingles tore through her body. Liquid fire danced in her blood like a fever that raged. She pressed desperate kisses to his jaw, the comer of his lips.

  "Please. Please!"

  "Please what?" he returned, lifting one hand to toy with a distended nipple.

  That only added to the bliss her body found in his touch. She dug her fingers into his back. He seemed to know what she needed better than she did, and it amazed her. He ramped her arousal up with merciless precision. It rose inside her like a steep slope. Now she dangled over a precipice she couldn't quite cross. Instead, Mark just took her higher and higher with no end in sight.

  "More. Harder. Now!"

  He controlled the rhythm, the stroke, the depth, the angle--her and himself. Only a slight sheen of perspiration between his shoulder blades hinted at anything less than sheer calm on his part.

  "You're not ready," he breathed in her ear, then nibbled on her neck.

  Need zinged through her body. She shivered and moaned and clamped down on him.

  "Like hell," she parted, arching up as much as the vice grip on her hips allowed. "I am ready. Beyond ready."

  "Trust me. I want this to be good, baby."

  His voice vibrated through her body as the latest in a series of effortless strokes overwhelmed her senses. Good? It was going to kill her. She
was going to drown in the pleasure and never surface.

  Above her, he tensed. Inside her, she felt him swell impossibly bigger. A glance at his face showed his clenched jaw, eyes closed in concentration. And still he kept on, ravaging her wits with every controlled surge of his hips, with every soft brush of his mouth over her skin.

  "Mark, I'm ready! So ready," she panted between breaths. "Please!"

  He opened his eyes, and she drowned in fiery green pools of pure need. Bing. Zing! Nicki felt that gaze deep inside her again, this time somewhere suspiciously near her chest, as he filled her again, going deeper than ever before. Their gazes connected them, as every nerve in her body converged between her legs, where they were joined. Her heart skipped a beat. Pleasure shimmered outward from the center of her need, pulsing, warning of the explosion to come.

  "Mark," she sobbed. "I need--"

  Suddenly, he thrust himself into her with a hard, pounding stroke, lifting her hips off the mattress. His fingers dug into her hips as his mouth fastened over hers until she felt completely invaded. Completely, wonderfully, taken.

  She surrendered utterly for the first time in her life.

  "Come. For. Me. Now," he demanded between relentless strokes deep, deep inside her as he captured her lips. again for an wild, sweeping kiss.

  Fast, faster. Ohmigod! Oh my--

  Nicki screamed into his mouth as the fire burst inside her, hotter than a thousand suns. She pulsed around him, feeling him embedded within her so deep, so perfect. Just like heaven. The dizziness returned, as the orgasm continued to shake her with a pleasure even stronger than before. Sublime ecstasy knocked her breathless.

  She squeezed her eyes shut, reveling in the feel of Mark, strong and powerful and so male above her, inside her. She encouraged him with an upward thrust of her hips.

  Then Mark tensed and shouted with a hoarse cry. His cock swelled yet again, sending her up another impossible peak. Fingers digging into her hips, he held her tighter as he rode her through his climax.

  Long moments later, his thrusts slowed, then stopped. Winding her arms around him even tighter, Nicki held him close. As orgasm subsided, emotions rose, new, powerful, confusing. At the top of the list was a troubling reluctance to let him go.