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“Nothing?” I panic. No condom?

“I’m healthy. I promise.”

“I can’t just take the word of a stranger.” Even if he sounds so damn sincere.

“I swear, I haven’t touched a woman without a condom in twenty years. I just had a physical, and I’m clean. You’re safe. I would never endanger you in any way. Please.” His grip tightens on me. “Please.”

Odd and crazy, but I believe him. Or maybe I’m just melting from the inside out from the passion he’s so adept at giving. It makes me hunger, makes me weak. It makes me do one of the most wild, impulsive things I’ve ever done in my life.

Panting, craving him, I send him a shaky nod.

Hell, I’ve just come more spectacularly than I ever have in my life, but his intensity and determination alone are enough to renew my arousal.

He fits his hands beneath me, then cups my ass in the hot scald of his hands and whispers to me. “I’m going to get inside you, so damn deep you won’t remember what it’s like without me there. I’m going to make you ache, make you beg. Make you mine.”

Noah

I take a deep breath, determination to do exactly as I say washing through me. And by the time tonight is over, Lauren will feel my possession all the way down to her heart.

Under the soft golden light beside her bed, she flushes a pretty pink once more and bites her lip, now swollen from my kisses. Her soft blondish curls tumble around her shoulders, longer strands caressing the pale column of her neck and curling toward her breasts.

God, she’s gorgeous. And I can’t believe that tonight—finally—she’s mine.

A fact that’s never going to change.

Lauren Southall is about to experience what ten years of a man’s pent-up lust feels like.

Hell, I’ve tried everything—every woman—to take away the edge. I knew the first time I met Lauren, shook her hand and saw those brown eyes dancing with life and humor, that I had to have her. But Tim’s wife was off limits. Over the years, I watched her happiness dim, knew the divorce was inevitable. And I bided my time, occupying it with women like Misty, who expect nothing more than good sex and some laughs.

Now, my waiting and planning—the biting ache for a woman I can see and talk to, joke with and touch casually, but never have—is about to end.

I swallow hard, grip her hip with one hand and guide my aching cock to her steamy entrance with the other. I ease in an inch, gritting my teeth against the hot silk of her wet pussy tightening on me, still rippling with aftershocks.

The blindfold shields her eyes from me, and I curse the necessity of protecting my identity so she can feel me—and not be weirded out by the fact she’s fucking Tim’s buddy and her boss. But damn it, I wish I could see her expressive eyes widen as I fill her.

I will someday, I promise myself. I’ll look right into those saucy dark eyes as I give her every inch I have, every bit of love I’ve been feeling for years. First, I have to own her body, master it. Surely, her heart and her flesh are connected. Once I’ve conquered one, the other can’t be too far behind, right?

I’m going to claim her—for good—tonight.

She gasps at the feel of me breaching her, and I watch a sweet flush sweep her cheeks, between her collarbones. Already she’s scalding me, killing me with her heat. What a way to go…

I cover her lips with my own, penetrating her mouth as I continue nudging my way inside her body, inch by torturous inch. Under me, Lauren moans, her sex clamping down on my cock, her heels in the small of my back.

Slick. A smooth glide. Down, down. I tunnel into her in a seemingly endless stroke until I’m finally seated to the hilt. God, she’s tight. Silken. Better than any woman in memory. More mind-blowing than any fantasy.

I groan, throwing my head back as she takes me completely, the head of my cock pushing against her womb.

She gasps. “Oh, my… That feels so good.”

Understatement of a fucking lifetime. Especially when she tilts her hips up to me and I slide in another half inch, until even my balls rest tight against her. Holy fucking shit… I’ve never felt anything like the electric pleasure pulsing through me.

I take a deep breath. “Hang on.”

She sends me a shaky nod. And I pull back until just a fraction of my crest remains inside her, then I drive deep again. Lauren cries out. The sharp note echoes through the room, zipping a shiver down my spine. And she closes around me, her body sucking me back in and clinging.

Jesus, two strokes into this, and she’s already blowing my mind and killing my restraint. I have no doubt a third will feel every bit as good.

Better, I soon find out. Pleasure shoots up my cock, coiling heat low in my belly, curling my toes. I’m dying to pound her through the wall until she screams, but I hold back, let her ecstasy build again.