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  Perching precariously on a wheel well in the bed of the truck, she caught a flare in his eyes. He quickly looked away, clearing his throat in the process, making her wonder if she’d given him a panty flash when she sat down.

  To her surprise, Zeus moved closer and leaned against her leg protectively. Girl power? The thought was more than just a little amusing. While the female Lab had been accepting of her presence, she suspected if the damn dog wanted to, she could really be a problem. Alex and Zeus clearly adored each other.

  Leaning down, she wrapped her arms around the dog’s neck and nuzzled into her shiny coat, whispering, “We’re going to be good friends, you and I.” The dog responded with a quick lick along the side of her face making her giggle as she sat back, muttering, “Yay! Dog kisses!” Meghan was stunned when she looked at Alex and found him, iPhone in hand, taking a picture of his own.

  “What are you doing?” she barked with laughter.

  “Are you kidding? That’s going up on Facebook! Bragging rights. Me and two beautiful females, alone in the desert.” He wagged his eyebrows suggestively making her laugh all the harder.

  Putting out his hand, he said, “C’mon lady. Jump down and let’s hide in the truck for a bit. It’s hotter than the lobby of hell right now and your shoulders are starting to turn pink. Gotta get you out of the sun.”

  God. He was so damn cute. When she took his hand, a tingle of excitement shot up her arm making her nipples peak and rub against the smocking on her dress. The best part though was how he put his hands on her waist and swung her out of the truck bed to land at his feet. Some deliciously female contrivance made her wobble slightly so she could put her hands on his shoulders for balance.

  With him gripping her waist and her hands on his body, they were in perfect alignment for a kiss. She was thrilled when he went for it. This time, unlike their previous kisses, he took her lips tenderly, almost reverently, tasting and nibbling on her mouth as if she were a gourmet delicacy. It was heaven.

  It didn’t last long. He hadn’t been kidding about the sun and the heat. Shuffling her along to the door of the truck, he opened it and held her camera while she shimmied in. When he lifted into the driver’s seat and slammed the door, she welcomed the air conditioning.

  “Better get you some sunscreen,” he told her with a heavy, serious tone.

  “Oh, I’m good. Slimed head to toe with some good old-fashioned SPF One Million. The curse o’ the Emerald Isle,” she quipped in a dramatic Irish brogue.

  He ran a finger along one of her straps and moved it enough to see a sunburn line forming on her shoulders. The look he gave her suggested that even a million wasn’t enough sun protection for her pale skin.

  “I need a parasol,” she told him. She’d been looking for something suitable but hadn’t found anything yet.

  “A what?” he asked.

  “You know – a parasol. Think umbrella, but not.”

  “An umbrella but not an umbrella?”

  “Exactly!” she laughed.

  He chuckled. “And women wonder why men don’t understand them.”

  She grinned at him. “Google it when you get a chance and all will become clear.”

  He adjusted the flow on the air vents and asked, “Cooled off yet?”

  “Uh, sure. Whatever.” Maybe her skin had cooled down but the simmering sexual excitement? Not so much.

  “Hmmm. Didn’t sound all that convincing. Wanna’ try again?”

  Meghan knew her naughty side was pushing to the front of the line to answer but instead of cutting it off before she did something stupid, she just went with it.

  “My skin has cooled off nicely, Major.” She let the innuendo of more hang in the air.

  He picked up on it. “But….?”

  “But. Being this close to you, with nobody around for miles, makes me hot in other ways.”

  His eyes literally bugged out of his head. “Meghan…” he growled, low and deep, the red-flag apparent in his voice.

  “Mmm,” she cut in. “I think we’ve been down this road before. First you growl a warning and then I moan your name because really, I’m dying for you to kiss me again.”

  It almost killed her when he didn’t say anything. She could see that his respiration picked up by the rapid rise and fall of his chest but other than that he was still and silent.

  “I’m being too pushy, aren’t I? God. I feel like such a tool,” she groaned hiding her face in her hands. “Forget what I said. I can tell I’m making you uncomfortable, but I can’t pretend I’m not wildly attracted to you, Major.”

  “Dammit, Meghan. The feeling is mutual and you know it but it’s so fucking complicated …”

  “Why is it complicated? When do I get to know what the hell is going on in that mind of yours? Telling me you fucked up my life one minute then kissing me like your salvation depended on it…well, you’re putting out mixed signals.”

  She caught his slight wince when she mentioned salvation and stored the impression away for later consideration. Meghan wasn’t sure with her limited experience that she was woman enough for such a complex man. He was fighting the attraction, and she didn’t know why or what she should do about it, if anything. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.

  But if that was the case, why had the trajectory of her life brought her to this secluded corner of the Sonoran Desert? To get her heart ripped out the first time she genuinely felt drawn to someone? That didn’t seem quite fair. It wasn’t like she’d been on a mission to seduce a man she only knew through letters. Far from it. What was happening between them could not have been anticipated. When she arrived on his doorstep it was to settle an old debt based on gratitude. That her feelings turned wickedly intimate in supersonic time was a complete and total surprise.

  He looked at her, his eyes piercing and haunted. She could see the conflict reflected there. Her presence was causing him pain and though she still didn’t know why, she liked him too much to ignore his suffering.

  “Maybe we should call it a day,” she whispered as agony flooded her soul.

  “No,” he grumbled. “Even if you left right now, it wouldn’t stop me from wanting you. I don’t think anything could change that.”

  Her mouth dropped open at his blunt honesty.

  “I can’t help wanting to push you down on this seat, right now and rip your panties off with my teeth so I can taste every inch of your magnificent body. From the second you walked through my door I’ve thought of nothing but being inside you, Meghan. I want to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk afterward. Be so deep that you’ll feel the imprint of my cock forever. Watching you come has become like an obsession and I don’t know what to do about it.”

  Her female core tightened with each word until the ache became almost unbearable. She was practically panting and deeply aware of the arousal drenching the panties he wanted to tear to shreds. If he felt that way, what was holding him back? It wasn’t like she hadn’t willingly gone into his arms every chance she got.

  Maybe she should tell him how turned on his words made her. Tell him that all those feelings he was experiencing were mutual. “Alex,” she murmured, putting her hand on his thigh.

  “Oh Christ – don’t touch me,” he growled. “I can’t do this. It’s not right. For you.”

  “Why don’t you let me decide what’s best for me?”

  “Because you don’t know the truth. Because you don’t see the dark hole inside me. Because every fucked up thing from my past would suck the light right out of you and I’ve taken enough already. Because the things I want to do to you would make you run for the hills.”

  He was killing her with his torment and doubts. She wanted to take whatever it was that ripped apart his soul and make it better. Did he think she would honestly run away from him if the power of his need was unleashed? She wasn’t stupid, and she was more than convinced that was part of why she was so drawn to him. Meghan wanted him to take her. To pin her down and control her. Make her screa
m his name while he was buried in her body. She knew without a doubt he’d be friggin’ glorious in his domination; all primitive male and powerful. The thought gave her the chills.

  Scooting closer, she put a hand against his cheek so he had to look at her. If it was the last thing she ever did, Meghan was going to take away the look of utter despair in his eyes.

  Feeling that he needed her to give herself to him she whispered, “You haven’t taken anything. I’m giving it to you. All of it. All of me. Whatever you need, I’m yours.”

  She kissed him gently on the mouth. A lover’s kiss full of emotion—trusting, innocent—as she meant it to be. Sensing he was a stranger to tenderness, Meghan responded with an overdose of it as she put her hand on the nape of his neck and pressed wet, open mouth kisses all over his face, telling him with her lips how much she wanted to be with him. Give herself over to his passion.

  “Let me love you, baby,” she purred in his ear as she felt a great shudder tear through him that fired her up even more. Wrenching the t-shirt from his jeans, she wasted no time putting her hands against his skin.

  Sucking gently on the lobe of his ear she whispered, “I want to touch you Alex. Want to feel your body pressed to mine.”

  He was trembling, trying valiantly to stay in control. She wasn’t having it. He might not realize it yet but this big man with the tortured soul belonged to her in every way a man could. She was sure of it.

  When his head fell back and a groan rumbled up from his chest, she put her mouth on his neck and bit down hard as her hands swept under his t-shirt, greedily caressing his hair covered, hard-muscled chest. It was Meghan’s turn to shudder when her fingers found the hard nubs of his nipples. It wasn’t enough. She needed to see him too.

  Mangling the t-shirt in desperate hands, she managed to push it over his head, forcing him to pull his arms through the sleeves. Damn. He really was magnificent with his huge muscular chest made so very appealing with a covering of dark body hair that matched the beard on his face.

  She crawled onto his lap, straddling him with ease as her sundress bunched around her the top of thighs. His hands grabbed her hips and held on tight. The unmistakable proof of the desire he was trying to avoid was pressed against her mound. Only her damp panties and his jeans kept their bodies apart.

  With her hands mapping every inch of his torso, she fell on his mouth in a ravenous frenzy, nipping and biting at his full bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth as soft moans of pleasure filled the truck. Kissing Alex was like exploring paradise. He tasted like the sun, his breath hot as the Arizona desert. When their tongues mated he growled, deep and low. And then the kiss became his.

  A flare of want that reminded her how undeniably male he was overtook her senses. As he deepened the kiss, Meghan fell into his powerful magnetism. Her fingers pinched his nipples, earning a grunt of approval while he clutched at her hips as he ground his erection against her heated center.

  The air in the truck became heavy as they built a raging inferno of lust and desire. There wasn’t enough air conditioning in the world to cool the heat coming off their bodies. Meghan was raking her fingers through the hair on his chest, moving across his abdomen on a beeline to the snap of his jeans when he grabbed a fistful of her curls and jerked her head back. She cried out, not from the aggressive way he commanded her but from the loss of his lips against hers. She struggled to get back at his mouth but he wouldn’t allow it.

  Afraid he meant to stop what was happening, she used her nails on the flesh of his stomach before going straight for the bulge she was sitting on. When her hand moved between their bodies and stroked him through his jeans he roared like an animal in heat, brought his hands to the top of her dress and yanked the bodice down over her heaving breasts, snapping the flimsy straps in the process.

  She gasped her approval. He’d stopped kissing her, stopped moving altogether, and it wasn’t until she searched his face for a reason that she understood why. He was staring at her naked breasts with a look so hot, it was a miracle she didn’t go up in flames.

  Seeing his desire, she desperately wanted him to touch her. To taste her aching flesh, take her pebbled nipples into his mouth. Feeling sexy and exquisitely female, she cupped her generous mounds in both hands, offering them to him. Her shocking wanton response felt perfect in the moment.

  “Jesus, Meghan. Your tits are fantastic.” He pushed her hands away, replacing them with his own. Caressing and massaging the bountiful globes he muttered, “Fuck, baby. Gotta’ taste,” as he pointed one of her engorged nipples at his mouth and lowered his head to feast on her flesh.

  Placing a wet kiss on the tip of her breast, he flicked his tongue back and forth against the nipple begging for his attention. When his lips wrapped around the sensitive bud and sucked it into his mouth, her wail of pleasure echoed in the cab of the truck.

  Meghan was quickly coming undone. Spearing her fingers into his hair she held his head at her breast, encouraging, wanting more. He didn’t disappoint. The greedy snuffling noises made by his mouth as he suckled her flesh drove her wild and caused a hot wet flood of sweet desire between her legs.

  She cried, “Ah, God,” when he increased the suction The move was so sexy she gripped his head in frantic want, moving his mouth to her other breast where he repeated the voracious pattern of kissing, licking, and sucking. Within moments she was shaking and trembling, grinding onto his lap in a feverish dance of desire.

  When he finally released her flesh he looked at her with naked lust shining in his eyes. On a deep, throaty growl he said things that made her whimper. “You’re so fucking hot. Is your pussy wet and aching?”

  He didn’t bite her panties off but he did reach under the dress, tearing the miniscule satin thong from her body. Palming her mound he groaned at the moisture that covered his fingers. She dove onto his mouth again, clutching desperately at his shoulders as she ground her hips against his hand, furiously kissing him with a passion that made her mind go fuzzy.

  Sliding a finger inside her, he bit at her tongue until she couldn’t take anymore. She fell onto his chest and moaned as he worked a second finger into her passage, dripping with desire for him and hungry for his total possession.

  “Baby, baby,” she cried over and over. “Oh God, please.”

  His chest was heaving as if he was running a marathon. She’d never known anything to be so primal and exciting. Suddenly he growled a command in a voice raw with need, “Release me.”

  She couldn’t get his pants unzipped fast enough. In a frenzy of movement, some of them awkward as hell, she pulled, yanked, and pushed at his jeans as he shifted, lifting his hips until she shoved them below his knees while his fingers worked their magic inside her.

  When he pulled his fingers from her body he growled something about her being wet but she couldn’t focus on his words. The desperate desires of her body had taken over and the only thing she knew was a piercing need to take his heated hardness inside until the aching emptiness was filled with his flesh.

  He held his cock at the base and guided her hips into position as she trembled and panted. “Fuck me Meghan. Push your beautiful wet pussy onto my cock and take all of it.”

  She lost her shit completely right then and there. When she felt the lips of her sex stretch open to accommodate the fat head of his cock, she groaned and shook from head to toe. In fact, she was shaking so hard it was a wonder the Cal Tech earthquake sensors didn’t go off.

  His voice sounded hoarse and breathless. “Yeah, baby. That’s it. Come on. All of it, Meghan,” he growled. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” he commanded her as she lowered inch by magnificent inch, easing his enormous swollen cock into her wet depths.

  “Ah, shit,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.” Putting his hands on her hips he pushed down hard and swift. Meghan was moaning. It hurt at first, taking his great size a challenge. Finally, when he was fully seated inside she leaned in and bit his shoulder as waves of pleasure radiated out from her core.<
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  Alex wrapped his arms around her and held on tight, telling her, “Don’t move, baby. Just feel.” His hips rolled slowly against her in rhythmic surges that enflamed the sensitive bundle of nerves in her clit.

  It was transcendent. Straddling his hips, his cock pulsing inside her. He wasn’t thrusting, it wasn’t necessary. Just feeling him so deep within her had Meghan’s inner muscles tightening unbearably.

  He felt it too and groaned. “Fuck. Oh Fuck,” he cried. “You’re gonna come just from me being inside you.”

  He was right. Her sex fisted his cock over and over and over, contracting around his pulsing flesh, milking him in a building frenzy that threatened to blow her world apart.

  It wasn’t enough, she needed the friction of his body against hers so she ground her pussy on him in a circular motion that had him reaching for her ass to control the movements. His cock reacted by swelling, filling her so completely she cried out in wonder.

  “Come for me Meghan. Come all over my cock,” he groaned.

  When her orgasm hit she got swept away as the violent pulsing detonated his climax as well. They were barely moving but that didn’t stop the ragged spasms from lengthening instead of subsiding as she rode waves of indescribable pleasure.

  He was firmly lodged so deep inside her tight passage that she felt every jerk and pulse as his come spurted into her to be welcomed by a fresh surge of creamy nectar that gushed along his length in heated response.

  She was lying on his chest, crying uncontrollably in a maelstrom of pleasure that left her weak and shaken. Nothing would ever be the same in her world after that.

  Alex was in a state of shock. Meghan lay trembling against him with her magnificent breasts pressed into his chest and his arms locked possessively around her. Still buried in her glorious heat, he was aware of the moisture seeping from her body onto his groin, a stark and very sexy reminder of what had just happened.

  She’d called him baby. Told him with her words, and in no uncertain terms with her body, how much she wanted him. He hadn’t been able to stop his response, letting every sweet unbearable sensation overtake him until there was nothing left but his hard cock buried in the hot velvet depths of her pussy. Nothing had ever felt so right. For the first time in forever he felt complete, whole. The darkness had given way to something pure and joyful, and he lost himself in the beauty of the moment.