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  Unable to relax, she glanced over at him. How did the dang man manage to look totally at peace and at the same time sexy as hell? She tried not to look at him, but…he was right there! He shifted in the bed, pushing the covers down. Angelina bit her lip, trying to focus on anything other than Drew. He wasn’t playing fair, coming to bed in just his boxers. All those tantalizing muscles were on display and she wasn’t allowed to touch. A tiny whimper slipped from her lips.

  Forcing her eyes back on the TV, she tried to watch what was on the screen. The two main characters were dancing around one another, they’d been bickering and clashing for hours and now they were about to get together. She watched with bated breath as the male finally tamed the spunky heroine, kissing her right in the middle of a tirade as she was telling him exactly how much of a jerk he was being. A longing burrowed into her chest when their lips met and Angelina let out an audible sigh.

  She fidgeted, unable to keep her legs or arms completely still. The memory of the kisses she’d shared with him haunted her every thought. “Oh, God.” The drug in her system coupled with Drew’s close proximity was giving her fits.

  The slight movements in the bed awoke Drew from his slumber. He laid still, listening to her little whimpers and feeling the heat of Angelina’s body. Suddenly, he was wide awake and completely turned on. He didn’t have to open his eyes to understand what was happening, Angelina wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  Angelina tried to be still, doing everything she could to quell the hunger inside of her. She rolled onto her side and placed her hand between her knees. In an attempt to calm herself, she listed a dozen fun facts, then began reciting the times table, anything to calm herself.

  Squinting her eyes, Angelina tried to force fantasy images of her and Drew locked together in ecstasy from her mind. Her nipples were like diamonds, pushing out against the rough fabric of her sleep shirt. Maybe she should just get up and go back to her own bed before she self-combusted. With her hips bucking softly, she slid back and forth across the bedsheet, her whole body shaking with a need so great she might die from desire.

  Drew couldn’t stand it. He had no idea how she’d react, but he had to try. She needed him and, God knows, he needed her. Moving close behind her, Drew slipped an arm over her waist, tugging her close. “I can give you what you need, Angelina,” he spoke low in her ear. “Will you let me try?”

  His unexpected touch and gentle words caused Angelina to quake in his arms. “Are you sure you want to?” As much as she craved him, she couldn’t stand to be a pity fuck.

  His breath was hot on her neck. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

  “Please, yes,” Angelina answered in a pained whisper. “I want to try.”

  Her answer was what he’d been waiting for. Kissing the back of her neck, he banded his arm around her, finding her hand with his.

  Just this simple touch was amazing, Angelina was sure sparks were dancing between them. “You’ll have to tell me what to do.”

  “We just do what comes naturally, what feels good. There’s no great mystery, sweetheart.” Easing her to her back, he collared her neck with his hand, his mouth lowering to cover hers. When she felt the velvet caress of his lips, Angelina gasped, her body trembling. She placed her palms on his chest as if to keep him at bay.

  “Want me to stop?”

  “No.” She shook her head. “It just feels different tonight. Bigger. I don’t know if I can bear it.”

  “Oh, yes, you can. You’re the bravest woman I know. This is pleasure, not pain. Just surrender yourself to me and I’ll give you everything you’ve been starving for.”

  When his lips settled on hers, she moaned, almost paralyzed by the immense waves of ecstasy wracking her body. Drew’s kisses were different tonight – seductive, teasing. His tongue teased the seam of her lips, then pushed past them, seeking out her own. Angelina writhed in his arms, her heart hammering in her chest. She’d read the reports, she knew the drug intensified anything she felt – and God, she felt so much. Would she survive?

  Minutes. Hours. Days. She didn’t know how long they kissed. She was enchanted, enthralled. His lips were masterful, brooking no hesitancy, he commanded her to respond and she gave him all she possessed. Sliding her palms up to his shoulders, she held on tight as the excitement inside of her grew. Molten lava rushed through her bloodstream, pooling in her sex. She bucked her hips forward, trying to rub her swollen clit against the hard ridge of his erection. He settled his precious weight on her and she felt like her body would go up in flames. Little keening cries of desperation spilled from her lips. As the hunger inside her built and built, Angelina began to panic, she had no way of knowing what to do to help herself or please him.

  With every beat of her heart, she tried to get closer to him. Gasping for breath, she pushed her chest hard into his, her nipples hungry to be touched – God, to be sucked. Angelina was trapped in a fever, what she’d felt before was nothing like this.

  This was real. This was magic. This was being burned alive from a fire she never wanted quenched. “Drew!”

  “You’re perfect, Spanish Eyes. You’re beautiful. You’re turning me inside out.”

  He gentled her, spreading kisses up and down her neck, before returning to her lips where he feasted, eating at her mouth with the same voraciousness that was tearing at her soul.

  Angelina believed him. Oh, how she wanted to believe him. Surely, this was real. He wasn’t doing this just because she asked. He wanted her. Oh, God, please let him want her.

  When he fumbled at her clothing, exposing her collarbone and the upper swells of her breast, she quivered. And when she felt the nip of his teeth on her flesh, she felt her sex clench on itself, begging to be filled. “Let’s get you out of those clothes. Okay, baby?”

  “Uh-huh,” she mumbled, helping him, frantically pulling at the material, working on buttons and pushing offending garments out of the way. Angelina wanted more, she wanted to rub on him, relish the caress of his hair-roughened chest against her nipples. She might go mad from the pleasure, but she knew she couldn’t survive without knowing – at least once. “You too, take your shorts off.” She tried to help, curling her fingers in the waistband of his boxers and trying to drag them over his hips. He turned to one side, helping her push them down his legs. Her fingers brushed his hard, hot shaft and she ached to wrap her fingers around it – but she wouldn’t do that without being asked.

  The light from the TV illuminated the room and Drew could see her. Her breasts were full and round. Little rosebud nipples stood at full attention and begged to be played with. “I have to touch you. Dear God, you have me shaking.” With one swift movement, Drew was up and balancing over her, his hands cupping the full, quivering mounds.

  As his thumbs rubbed over the puffy nipples, Angelina closed her eyes. Fiery pleasure was rushing through her. “I don’t know if I can do this, Drew,” she warned him. “This is too much.”

  “This is how it’s supposed to be. We’re pleasuring one another. You aren’t alone. Lose control with me, it’s okay. Fall and I’ll catch you.” Cupping and shaping her breasts, he brought his mouth down and ran the tip of his tongue slowly over each nipple before sucking one into his mouth.

  Angelina gasped. A mammoth rush of sensation ripped through her. She felt as if her whole body was unraveling. All those dirty words she knew, but never spoke were on the tip of her tongue. She thrashed under the feel of his mouth on her. This was too much. She’d dreamed of this, read about this, fantasized about this – but to actually be living it was a high she didn’t know if she’d ever come down from. With both hands, he plumped her breasts, pushing the globes together, suckling on her until she cried out. Arching, shaking, she gripped his hair, forcing him down hard. “It feels so good, Drew. Don’t stop.”

  He’d rather die than stop what he was doing. Electric pleasure tore through him. Drew had been dreaming of this moment since Angelina had stepped off that helicopter and he was enj
oying himself more than he ever imagined. Her body was luscious, curvy in all the right places, warm silk all over.

  Angelina was so needy, she felt raw and torn, wanting everything and fearing how she’d react when she received it.

  “It’s okay, baby,” Drew whispered. His breath was coming in hard pants too. Stealing one hand between them, he teased a finger down her mound. Her heat could be felt through the cotton of her underwear and Drew let the weight of his palm rest there. He pushed it up slowly, letting his finger push the fabric into the warm, silky folds of her pussy.

  “Oh, God, oh God.” She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t breathe. This was too much. Angelina bit her lip. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. His hand was between her thighs now and she rode it, thrusting against it. Digging her nails into his biceps, she begged, “Help me, I don’t know what to do.”

  “Just feel. Trust me, I have you.”

  She was on pins and needles when Drew pushed her underwear down and off to make room for him to slide a finger through her glistening lips.

  “You are so wet for me, baby. You feel so perfect.” Drew praised her body, lavishing compliments on her as he parted her flesh, curling his fingers and moving them in and out of her.

  “Please, Drew.” Angelina closed her eyes, waiting for what she didn’t know. Would there be pain? Would the drug make the pleasure unbearable?

  “Open for me, Spanish Eyes. Let me in.”

  Doing as he asked, she spread her legs, her eyes opening to search his face.

  “I just want to play some more, show you how good it can be.” Swirling his fingers through her slit, he teased her tender opening, then rose to circle her clit. Angelina began to shake. And when he pushed back inside of her, she convulsed around him, her whole body racked with an overwhelming combination of bliss and agonizing tension.

  “Oh, God, yea, you’re so tight. So tight, baby. You’re squeezing my fingers in two.”

  Afraid to go on, afraid to stop, she clung to him. “I need you now, Drew.”

  “Soon.” He spread kisses across her breasts and down her stomach. Sliding down the bed, he pressed her thighs apart. “There’s something I need to do first.”

  “God!” When his lips touched her clit, she thought the world had ended. Writhing, turning, whipping her body back and forth, Angelina fought to hold onto the fragile threads that kept her tethered to earth. “Drew! Drew! I can’t!” She bucked and pleaded, shuddering with a mounting hunger that threatened to consume her completely. Still…what she needed remained just out of sight, just over the horizon, just beyond her reach. “Please, Drew,” she groaned.

  His fingers joined his mouth, thrusting up inside of her as he continued to suckle her clit, forcing her to feel, to accept, to surrender.

  And then…it happened. The small, tight spiral of tension released and the wave that had threatened to crash subsided in a small, gentle rush. Her whole body was still clenched tight, refusing to relax, waiting for what she didn’t know. Angelina trembled with the effort to control her responses.

  Drew rose over her. “Oh, no. We can do better than that. Don’t hold back with me, sweetheart.” Rising over her, he stroked his cock. “Do you still want me? Want this?”

  “Please.” Angelina didn’t know what she asked for, she didn’t even understand what had happened to her.

  Pulling her into position, he slid between her thighs.

  Angelina froze as the wide head parted her folds and began to push inside. Drew worked it in, sliding deep. His hips flexed, taking short jabs, stretching her, his eyes holding hers so he could be aware of any discomfort.

  A slight sting made her wince, but the virginal pain was not the pain she feared. Angelina dreaded the violent reaction she’d read about, she didn’t want to do anything that would brand her as broken. “Oh, my God,” Angelina breathed out in a ragged whimper, digging her nails into the rigid muscles of his back.

  Drew pressed forward, dropping his weight onto her slowly, going balls deep into the sweetest, tightest place on Earth. “You are incredible, Angelina.” The friction inside her blazing heat was euphoric and Drew withdrew himself slowly, teasing the lips of her sex before plunging back in and fucking Angelina with smooth, agonizingly slow pumps. “What do you need?” he questioned in her ear, kissing the spot just above her collarbone.

  His words didn’t register. Angelina couldn’t think, let alone relay her needs. She wanted more. She needed less. Lifting her body, she wrapped herself around him – humping, arching, thrusting up in a manic frenzy as she tried to claim what she so desperately craved.

  He moved in and out, forcing the hunger inside of her to build to a fevered pitch again. Striving to reach the goal, to cross the finish line, she tried to ignore the fact that the race itself terrified her. Above her, Drew seemed oblivious to the battle she was fighting. His rhythm was sustainable, his lips moved over her body – from her mouth to her nipples. He licked and sucked, kissing her as she warred against the inevitable. An incredible mixture of pain and pleasure overtook her body.

  “Give yourself to me, Angelina. I need for you to come. I’ve got you, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

  As he worked over her, his hips pumping, his cock moving in and out of her, creating its own perfect storm, Angelina clung to the life raft of her sanity. Her climax was no longer possible to fight off and she relented, letting the brief surge of pleasure flow through her.

  Drew stilled his thrusts, holding himself up on his arms. “Are you okay?”

  “Don’t stop,” Angelina responded through a grimace.

  “You’re hurting.” Something was wrong. Angelina struggled against him, appearing to fight against her orgasm. He’d never felt anything like being inside the woman of his dreams, but now the drug in her system was as much in his head as it was in hers. He couldn’t allow her to think this was all there was, all she could enjoy. God, he needed time. He was too damn close.

  “What are you doing?”

  Drew pulled out and looked down at her. “I’m sorry. I just need a moment.” He had to curb his need. She required more time and he would to give it to her.

  He sat up on the side of the bed.

  “What’s wrong?” Angelina asked, pulling the blanket up to cover her exposed chest, a tingle of panic wiggling down her spine.

  “Nothing. I just had to stop a second. I needed a break.” Drew needed a moment to gather himself, to slow his own impending eruption. Angelina required more from him, but she was so gorgeous, so incredibly sexual that he thought he would burst. He’d take a quick break to regroup, then go back in and make sure Angelina received the pleasure she deserved. The woman came first, she always comes first, this was the sexual mantra he lived by.

  Staring at his naked back as he faced away from her, Angelina sat up in the bed. Her worst nightmare had just become reality.

  This was all her fault.

  She’d gone crazy, clung to him, screamed his name, begged and begged. The whole sordid spectacle had turned him off.

  Too fat to fuck!

  Her captor’s cruel words came flooding back into her brain. Any satisfaction she felt evaporated at his sudden retreat. He wasn’t attracted to her. The study of biology had taught her that most men could get hard just thinking of a beautiful woman. She wondered who Drew had to think of to be able to do the things he’d done with her.

  No matter, it was plain as day, Drew couldn’t bring himself to perform with her.

  The realization was too much for Angelina. She was mortified. Glancing at his slumped shoulders, hearing the harsh sound of his breathing, a lump formed in her throat.

  She had to get out of here.

  “I need to go to the restroom,” she mumbled.

  “Well, hurry back,” Drew told her, his head still bowed. “I’ll get this right, if it kills me.”

  Tossing aside the covers, she felt for her shoes on the floor. “I’m sorry, Drew.”

  “Nothing to be sorry abou
t.” He gave her a wan smile. “While you’re gone, I’ll just take a quick shower and we’ll have another go at it.”

  When he stood, so did she and as soon as his back was turned, she grabbed her clothes and ran from his room back to hers. Dressing quickly, she grabbed her phone.

  …At the other end of the line, all Cooper heard was sobs when she answered, “Hello?” She’d been roused from sleep with the ringing of her phone.

  “Cooper. It’s me, Angelina.” She’d decided against walking down the drive. Running through the pasture, she headed for the cover of the trees. Drew would come looking for her and she didn’t want to be easy to find. “I made a mistake.”

  “What are you talking about, Angelina?”

  “I messed up, Cooper. I can’t stay here.” Angelina’s words were barely audible over her crying. “Please come and get me.”

  “Okay, honey. I’m leaving now. I’ll be at Drew’s place in a bit.”

  “No! Don’t go to the house. Pick me up on Hwy 21, I’ll be in the tree line watching for you.”

  “But why?”

  “Please, Cooper. I’ll explain later. I can’t see Drew right now.”

  “Okay. I’m on the way.”

  …Drew stepped out of the shower a few minutes later. He was so heated that it took three minutes of standing under ice cold water to get his erection to go away. He felt stupid, but Angelina was so sexy, she turned him on like no woman ever had before. Not only did he want more time to savor her, he knew she needed the added time and pleasure to work through her fears and preconceived notions.

  “I’m sorry about that,” Drew said as he opened the door, a towel in his hands, drying his hair. “You got me so worked up, I…” The room was empty. “Angelina?”

  The glare from the television was all the light in the room, but it was enough to show him that the bed was still empty. His blanket lay on the floor near the door and he went to pick it up.