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Right now, she sensed the absolute security of her surroundings and the desire emanating from the man—definitely a man—holding her on his lap.

What she couldn’t remember was how she’d gotten here.

She wriggled a little closer to the guy, felt his arms tighten around her and the hard ridge of his erection press against the bare skin of her thigh.

Wow, the guy was huge! Long and thick and… Oh, baby, she really
had
gotten lucky last night.

Turning her head, she reached out with one hand and encountered firm muscle. His arm flexed under her touch as she smoothed her way up to his broad shoulder then trailed her fingertips over his chest.

And rubbed her thigh against that enticing organ.

Thank God she’d shaved her legs yesterday.

The guy groaned into her hair. “Carrie…”

Oh, good. He remembered her name. Too bad she was drawing a blank on his.

Didn’t matter. Obviously, she’d gone home with him last night. Maybe she was still a little drunk, not just hung over.

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But that ache between her legs… Damn it, she wanted sex. Now.

The dark closed so tightly around them, she could barely see his outline but she moved both hands up and up his body until she finally reached his face. Wow, he must be really tall and she meant
really
tall because she was no slouch.

At five-ten—without heels which she wore anyway because she looked damn good in them—she typically had a few inches on most men. And of course, she was the kind of girl who liked her men big and strong.

Which made sense of why she’d gone home with this one.

Stubble roughened his broad jaw, sending a shiver of lust through her and causing her to rub against his cock again. God, she loved to hear men groan. It made her feel all powerful, like Wonder Woman. Or that FBI chick from
Fringe
. She loved that show.

Hell, she’d marry JJ Abrams in a heartbeat. The guy had a better imagination than most of the yahoos she worked with.

And she worked with some of the best in the field. Granted, the field wasn’t huge but…

With one hand, she traced his lips, pushing the other into his hair. The guy had lots of it. Down to his shoulders, at least.

Another point in his favor. She must’ve thought she’d hit the lottery last night.

Wherever that had been.

And who cared about that now? Shifting around was a little difficult in the dark and she didn’t want to hurt anything vital—namely that gorgeous erection—but with a little help from him, she wound up with her knees on either side of his thighs as he sat upright, her hands on his cheeks and her mouth descending on his.

He seemed surprised at first, his body freezing into stillness, but when she licked at his lips, he got with the program and kissed her back. And great freaking Jesus, the guy could kiss.

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His tongue dove into her mouth and twined around hers while his hands grabbed onto her hips and pulled her even closer.

God, he was
huge
. And she didn’t just mean his cock. Pressed against him the way she was now, she got a better sense of his size.

Her breasts were cushioned against a chest so broad and muscular, the guy had to be built like John Cena, the professional wrestler one of the girls at the
Journal
had a crush on.

His abs felt like a washboard, which she discovered when she pressed forward to rub her mound against his cock, looking for some relief for the tension in her body.

He broke away from her kiss, but his hips rose slightly, rubbing his cock almost where she needed it to go. Just a little to the left and he’d rub against her clit.

“Whoa, Carrie.” His hands tightened on her hips but didn’t push her away. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

Hmm, maybe she’d had more to drink last night than she remembered. But he was so nice to ask.

“I feel fine.” She trailed one hand down his chest, fingers brushing against the tip of his cock. “And you feel amazing.”

She wished she knew his name but didn’t want to embarrass herself or him by asking for it. Later, after she satisfied this urge to jump his bones, she’d figure it out.

Right now…not caring so much.

Especially when she wrapped one hand around his cock and realized her fingers didn’t meet.

Thank you, Goddess of…well, whatever goddess handled huge guys with accessories to match.

Warm flesh pulsed in her hand as she stroked from fat root to bulbous tip. Silky soft skin slid over the hard core and a drop of moisture seeped from the slit.

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Using her thumb, she smeared the liquid over the head as she felt one of his hands leave her hip to trail over her ribs to cup her breast as he groaned deep in his chest.

Long fingers kneaded her, pinching the nipple into a hard, aching point.

Nuzzling her nose in his neck, she breathed in deep, his scent musky woodsy and a little smoky. Kind of like sex and good barbecue.

Did he taste as good as he smelled? She flicked his skin with her tongue. Salty, heady. All man.

Yumm-O, as Rachael Ray would say about some thirty-minute, fat bomb of a meal.

If this was the main course, who needed freakin’ dessert?

She went back for seconds, licking from his neck to his earlobe, nipping the little piece of flesh and hearing his breath catch in his throat.

The hand on her breast tightened and, finally, he released the leash he’d been keeping on himself.

With another groan, he lifted his other hand from her hip to cup her unattended breast. She arched to give him better access and the motion rubbed her sex against his cock again. She clenched around nothing, needing something to fill her and fast. But with his fingers on her breasts, she was left with only one choice.

“Condom,” she said. “Right now.”

Tim heard Carrie say the magic word.

She wanted him to get a condom. Great freakin’ Jesus, he was gonna get laid.

If
he didn’t come in her hand first, which was a very real possibility if she kept pumping him with her fist and rubbing herself against him.

And since he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, he released her breasts, wrapped his arms around her and stood to carry her to his bed in the loft.

It was pitch black in the house but he didn’t need lights to get around. He had the layout memorized, even if it was his little head doing the thinking.

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With Carrie a soft mass of sweet-smelling flesh in his arms, he took the stairs two at a time. With perfect aim, he tossed her on the bed, heard her gasp then start to laugh.

Damn, she had a great laugh. Husky, low and just a little dirty.

His cock throbbed with each beat of his heart as he studied every curve, every line.

He’d looked his fill earlier, downstairs, but that had been to make sure she didn’t have any overt injuries.

Once he’d realized she’d just fainted, he’d stripped them both to warm her better in front of the fire and wrapped blankets around them as they sat on the couch. He’d figured he get her in one of his t-shirts and in bed before she woke.

But she’d felt damn good on his lap, so he’d held onto her.

He’d be a liar if he said he didn’t want to screw her brains out. Hell, he’d take thank-you-for-saving-me sex over no sex at all.

Propping herself on her elbows, she tilted her head to the side, as if studying him, though he knew she wouldn’t be able to see him as clearly as he could see her. His ancestors had developed incredible eyesight over the centuries. All that cave and forest dwelling.

Still, she had to realize he was taller than anyone she’d probably ever met before.

“You really are a big guy, aren’t you?” she murmured.

He stilled. “I won’t hurt you, Carrie.”

“Oh, I don’t think it’ll hurt,” she said, rising to her knees on the bed and reaching unerringly for his waist. “But I’m dying to get you inside me.” Her words made his balls tighten in response, his cock twitching with anticipation, and he was about to reach for the bedside table and the condoms he kept there when she wound her arms around his back, pulled him close and sealed her mouth on his chest.

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He sucked in a deep breath and held it as she placed slow, drugging kisses from the center of his chest to his right nipple, where she opened her mouth to tongue it into a stiff point. Then she moved to the left nipple and did the same there.

With a groan, his hands fell on her shoulders, pulling her body even closer against his. With her gorgeous breasts almost exactly where he wanted them, he thrust his hips slightly, brushing his cock against her sternum.

She got the hint and moved her hands from his hips to her breasts, pushing the mounds together until they encased his cock in soft flesh.

Aw, hell. Now this was heaven. His eyelids dropped shut for a few brief seconds while he let himself soak in the gut-tightening sensation of his cock rubbing between her breasts.

So fucking good. Almost too good. He didn’t want to come like this, didn’t want to—

Her tongue slicked over his tip, bathing the heated skin with her moisture.

He groaned in surrender. Not that he hadn’t already given in to her but, oh hell…

He thrust a few times, the drag on his cock enticing in ways completely different than being encased in a woman’s sex.

Which was the next stop on this erotic journey they’d just started. One he couldn’t wait another second to get to.

“Carrie. Lie down.”

She didn’t obey right away. No, she licked him again, barely touching him with her tormenting tongue before she lay back on the bed and let her legs fall open. Lifting her foot, she trailed her toes from his thigh to his hip with unerring accuracy before moving between his legs and rubbing her big toe against his balls.

His groan echoed in the open loft and he grabbed her foot to hook her leg around his hips. Then he reached for her other leg and hiked it around his waist, remembering at the last second to grab a condom from the drawer in the bedside table.

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Carrie watched his every move from between slitted lids, the smile on her lips a promise that he was about to have the best sex of his life.

With her long legs wrapped around his waist and her ass in one hand, he fitted his cock to her opening with the other and pushed inside.

God, she was wet and tight, and she moaned as if he were the best thing she’d ever felt. Arching her back, she threw her arms over her head and reached for the other side of the king-size mattress.

“So good,” she murmured. “So good.”

He worked his cock into her by increments, centimeters at a time, drowning in the sensation of flesh on flesh—wanting to thrust hard and fast but not sure she’d be able to take him all the way. Not to brag, but he was seven feet tall and well-proportioned.

“Carrie, are you okay?”

Her response was to arch her hips and take a few more centimeters with a throaty,

“Mm hmm. I’m fine. I’m more than fine. Please, do me.” His balls tightened in anticipation. Christ, he was gonna come just from the sound of her voice.

No, not yet
.

First, he had to get all the way inside her. He didn’t know how long it took until he felt her fine hair mesh with his, but when he did, they both froze.

So damn good. And he hadn’t started to move yet.

Obviously, she was thinking the same because she opened her eyes and held out her arms, her mouth curved in a sexy smile. She wanted him to come to her, to cover her with his body and he wasn’t about to say no.

Careful not dislodge from her, he eased his knees onto the bed, scooting her forward so he could join her. The motion made them both groan, the anticipation building to an almost fever pitch.

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A full foot taller than Carrie, he covered her completely, her head tucking under his chin, his body surrounding hers, pressing her into the bed.

He wondered for a second if he’d scared her when he heard her take in a sharp breath. But her moan and the rocking motion of her hips reassured him she was right there with him. And just as horny.

“Come on, babe,” she said, “I want you to move. I
need
you to move.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll get it.”

As slowly as he could go, he pulled out, feeling every delicate ripple of her inner tissues. He wasn’t aware he was holding his breath until he had to suck in air when he pulled completely free.

She immediately arched into him and he allowed her to take him back in. Slow. He wanted to take it slow, wanted her to beg.

He managed slow for a few minutes, an easy glide that made her writhe beneath him and cranked his blood pressure until his heart felt like a jackrabbit in his chest.

Still, he managed to submerge his need to pound into her. Until she slid her hands around his shoulders and down his back. Her nails took sharp little bites in his skin on the way down to his ass, where she pressed down with enough force to make him move.

Tilting her head up, she licked his throat then whispered, “Faster.” That one word was all it took. His body responded before his brain fully comprehended what she’d said.

He came up on his elbows and began to thrust, his hips pumping hard, her heels on his ass urging him faster. Every sound she made, every sigh, every moan, lit an answering fire in his gut that translated to tension in his balls.

Moving faster, he felt her legs creep higher on his waist, tilting her pelvis into him, opening her wider. A slight adjustment to his angle of penetration and she gasped.

Right there. That’s where she needed the friction.

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He wasn’t going to come until he’d knocked her off the edge. That little bit of focus helped pull him back, helped him make sure he stroked the base of his cock against her clit.

She rewarded him with a loud gasp and the snap of her body against his as she came.

Her sheath clenched around him like a fist, milking him until the tension released in his balls and pumped his seed through his cock and into her.