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“Wow.” The flutter of her heart tickled her throat. “That’s
the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“But not the last. I will endeavor to tell you at least one
romantic thing a day. For example, right now you look like a siren, soft and
girlish but with sex burning in your eyes, promising mind-blowing pleasure.
It’s taking all of my willpower not to rip that pretty dress off your body.”

The muscles in her thighs bunched as he matched action to
words, slipping his fingers under the spaghetti strap on her shoulder and
tugging the side down until a rosy nipple popped free. Cupping her breast, he
bent and took the peak into his mouth. Each pull of his mouth went right to her
core, causing her sheath to pulse and made her achingly aware of the emptiness
inside.

Not to be outdone, she slid her hand down the front of his
trousers, scoring the hard length of his cock through the fabric with her nails.
His answering moan against her breast skipped across her skin like wet pop
rocks. Mindful of his injury, she went right to his fly, releasing the zipper
and reaching inside his briefs to grasp the throbbing length with a greedy
hand.

“Shhh,” she admonished as his groan echoed against the tile
walls. “People will hear.”

“I’ll take that as a challenge. Let’s see how well you keep
quiet.” He spun her around to face the mirror and had her panties down around
her knees before she could gasp. “Hang on to the basin.”

The cool ceramic felt like ice against her skin while his
hand cupping her breast was like molten silver surrounding her trembling flesh.

His eyes flashed with wicked intent as his other hand pulled
up her skirt one slow inch at a time. The taffeta rustled and creased in his
grip. “Even if you do manage to keep quiet, people are going to see these
wrinkles in your dress, your swollen lips and the satisfied glow on your face
and know exactly what we did in here.”

With his upper body, he bent her over the counter and his
hand moved from the rich fabric of her skirt to the puffy lips of her drenched
sex. His fingers slid along the slit and plunged into her sheath with no
effort.

Biting her lip, she swallowed her moan, her gaze torn
between the reflection of his wrist rotating under her skirt as he fucked her
with his hand and the stamp of lust on his face, making the blue in his eyes
glow like diamonds in the sun.

His hips hitched forward, pressing the damp head of his cock
against the seam of her ass. As he swiveled his hips, the blunt end stroked
over her bottom until it pressed against his churning fingers.

“God, you feel so good,” he moaned against her shoulder. “I
bet I could slide balls-deep in one thrust.”

A whimper broke past her vocal cords and she panted,
“Jorges.”

“Ah, baby.” He pressed a kiss to her temple as he laughed.
“I know this isn’t the best time to ask, or the most romantic, but are you on
birth control?”

What? He wanted her to think rationally? Now, with his
fingers twisting her nipples so deliciously?

“I’m—I’m. Pill. I’m on the Pill.”

“Thank God. I’m clean, you know. And I’ve always worn a
condom. But I don’t want to with you.”

Silence fell across the room as her world stopped. “What are
you saying?”

“I want to be inside you. Bare.” He nipped her earlobe. “I
want to feel this hot syrup bathe my cock. I want to mix my cum with yours. But
only if you want to, Miranda. It’s your choice.”

How the hell was she supposed to make such a huge decision
with his cock stroking between her thighs and his fingers rubbing against her
G-spot? Some people might think going without a condom was no big deal, but
this was a ginormous leap. He was asking her to trust him with her body.

Just as he risked trusting his with her.

Jorges was so tense against her back, he was like a stone
wall, every muscle tight as he awaited her answer.

“If I say no?”

He backed an inch away. “I can find a condom.”

“No.” Her fingers tightened around the lip of the sink. “I
want to feel you too.”

His posture relaxed and his fingers left her passage to
spread her lips open for the head of his cock to lodge against her opening. He
pushed in. Deeper and deeper and deeper he tunneled until the crown kissed her
cervix.

“Shit.” He groaned, squeezing his eyes tightly shut he
muttered, “Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea.”

Lordy, how so? He felt wonderful gliding inside her without
the catch of latex rubbing her raw.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m going to last two seconds. Exquisite. That’s the only
thing I can think of right now to describe this feeling. Exquisite. Ah, don’t
move.” His hot breath dampened the hair at her nape.

With that little plea, he unleashed her inner vixen,
releasing a woman who was sure in her sensuality and who wanted to see her man
brought to his knees.

She flexed the muscles in her cunt, caressing his length in
pulsating ripples.

“Damn it. Don’t move.”

“Jorges.” She covered his hand that palmed her mound. “Is
this the last time we’re having sex?”

“Fuck no.”

“Then take me. Fuck me now.” She turned to whisper the
naughty thought that came to mind. “Later I’ll spread my legs for you to show
you how well you fucked me. I’ll play with my pussy and take your cum that
spills out and paint my nipples.”

His arms tensed around her a split second before he pulled
back and lunged in a burst of power. Her hand flew up, slapping the mirror to
keep from smacking her head against the glass. Her hot breath clouded the image
of Jorges ravishing her neck with his teeth and tongue as he pounded into her
with ruthless abandon. If not for his arm banded across her chest, she was
convinced her heart was going to burst from her ribs.

Those nimble fingers of his slipped over her distended
clitoris, sending a bolt of pleasure up her spine and more cream to gush from
her pussy to ease his possession.

Oh shit. Her knees gave out. This was going to hurt in the
most delicious way. She was sky jumping without a parachute and the ground was
coming up fast.

Bam!

Her orgasm hit her with all the subtly of a sledgehammer. A
veil dropped over her vision and fire erupted up her throat. Somewhere in her
mind she heard the faint cry of her name as Jorges’ cock hardened in her
rippling sheath, then kicked with his release. Each hot spurt of cum sent
mini-quakes through her body, drawn out by the irregular jerking of his hips.

Okay. This cinched it. Wherever Jorges wanted to take her,
she was on board. Her bags were packed and her ticket was punched. When did
they set sail?

Minutes, or hours, later, she found the strength to lift an
eyelid and realized her face was pressed to the glass and Jorges draped over
her like a cloak.

“Can’t breathe,” she wheezed past raw vocal cords.

“Sorry,” he slurred. When he stepped back, his cock slid
free, releasing the flood of their juices to spill down her thighs.

“Whoa.” She gasped. “That feels weird.”

“I like it.”

The rasp of possession in his voice and pure male
satisfaction in his smile as he stared at the slick skin had her muscles
clenching with renewed lust.

“Don’t look at me like that. I need a second to catch my
breath.”

“One second. That’s all you’ll get.” He dropped a kiss to
her shoulder.

Adrenaline continued to pump through her blood as they took
turns washing up at the sink. Her body couldn’t decide if it was hot or cold
and her hands shook with the extra energy, making it difficult to tame the
strands of hair that fell free of the upswept hairstyle that had taken the
better part of an hour to create. And her dress…well, the look was perfect if
the fashion line was called recently fucked, especially when accessorized with
a monstrous hickey and lips swollen from her own teeth as she had restrained
her screams.

She rubbed at her neck. “Man, my throat hurts.”

“That’s because you wailed like a banshee.”

“I did not!”

“What? I can’t hear you.” He pressed his finger to his ear.
“You blew out my eardrum from all that screaming.”

“You’re exaggerating.” Flames licked her cheeks nonetheless.
“Do you think anyone heard us?”

“I hope so.” He trailed his fingertip over the burn. “It let
everyone know that I’m taking care of my woman.”

His woman. Damn, that sounded good.

“Maybe we can sneak out the back.” She took his hand and
opened the door. “Or maybe not.”

Gathered in the hall were a dozen wedding guests staring at
them with bugged-out eyes and slack jaws. If not for Jorges’ arm around her
waist, she would have dropped dead from embarrassment. As it was, it took all
her strength not to pee her pants and burst into flames.

“Okay, people, break it up.” Roxanne pushed her way to the
front of the crowd and flapped her arms. “Let’s give them some space. I know
this is the most exciting thing to happen all night, but move along.”

“Oh my God.” Miranda groaned. “My mother is going to kill me
when she hears about this.”

Roxanne laughed. “Something tells me it was totally worth
it.”

“Was it, Miranda?” Jorges asked with a smug grin as he
brought her hand to his lips for a kiss.

Ohhh. She could gaze at his man forever.

A smile burst past the embarrassment. “Yeah. It was.”

“I’m Roxanne.” Her friend cocked her head. “You wouldn’t
happen to have any brothers, would you?”

“I do, actually. Maybe we’ll have you over for dinner
sometime.”

“Sweet. Oh, they’re getting ready to toss the bouquet. Are
you coming?”

Miranda shook her head. “I’m good. I think I’m going to take
off now. They won’t miss me.”

“Have a good night then. Oh, and Miranda?” She stopped them
as they reached the corner. “You did scream. Like an air-raid siren.”

“Thanks, Rox.” Oh yeah. She was going to get an earful from
her family later on. “Pretend you didn’t see me.”

“Will do. Good night.”

Jorges led her to the lobby and turned to go out the front
door. “Where are you going?” she asked.

“Valet. I want to take you home and continue what we
started.”

“Oh.” From the pocket of her skirt she withdrew a slim card.
“I have a room here for the night. We can be in bed in two minutes.”

He laughed. “If you have a room, why did you drag me into
the restroom?”

“My room was too far away. I can make it the short elevator
ride now before I jump you like a wild woman.”

He took the key from her hand and guided them to a waiting
elevator. “Are you sure this distance isn’t too far?”

“If I get impatient, I can always hit the stop button.”

As the doors slid closed, he pulled her in for a kiss.
“That’s my girl.”

Anna Alexander’s literary world changed at age thirteen when
a friend gave her Kathleen E. Woodiwiss’
A Rose in Winter
. With her mind
thoroughly blown, Anna decided that one day she too would become a romance
novelist. With Hugh Jackman’s abs and Christopher Reeve’s blue eyes as inspiration,
she loves spinning tales about superheroes finding love.

The Cloudy skies over her Pacific Northwest home give her
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and snuggling with a steaming cup of Irish coffee. Now if she could only find a
hot Irishman to go with it, then life would be perfect.

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