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  Moisture saturated her black thong panties.

  Uncrossing her legs, she shifted in the passenger seat. His wrist stiffened when his palm met her inner thigh.

  She stole a quick glance at him. He stared straight ahead, a lock of dark hair curved over his eyebrow. His profile was chiseled perfection. Expressionless, except for the hint of tension gathering at the corner of his eye.

  The pad of his thumb traced a faint circle, scattering pleasure over her sensitized skin. His palm grew hot against her thigh. She made no move to close her legs. Instead, she slumped lower in the seat, causing his hand to settle closer to her juncture.

  A small muscle flexed in his jaw. Then his thumb made a purposeful sweep beneath the fabric. His long fingers curved around her inner thigh. She parted her legs another fraction, an invitation she prayed he’d take.

  And he did.

  The tips of his fingers strummed against her inner thigh, and his knuckles grazed her other thigh, a leisurely caress. Like he had all the time in the world.

  A flush of anticipation tingled over her skin. She’d never needed a man’s touch so badly.

  Taking his free hand off the wheel for a second, he pressed a button on his dash and the top came up on his convertible, sealing them in shadows. Without a word, he reclaimed the wheel and recommitted to his exploration. He massaged her left inner thigh, the edge of his hand drawing closer and closer to where she ached for his touch.

  Using the back of his hand he nudged her right leg, parting her legs further. His fingertips inched toward their destination. Then the tip of his middle finger traced the small triangle of lace covering her intimate parts.

  The music barely covered her gasp when his hand cupped her mound. Through the lace, he caught her flesh between two fingers, squeezing with just the right pressure to make her throb. Her thighs gave a quiver of approval, but then he removed his hand, making her want to weep with disappointment. She didn’t mind being teased, but knowing what he could do with his mouth and imagining what he could do with his hands and hard erection, wound her tight.

  Then he swiftly reached across her lap, unbuckled her seatbelt, and thankfully returned to the spot warm and eager for his touch. Without the confining strap, she had room to spread her legs wider.

  His hand disappeared under her dress. This time his talented fingers pulled aside the damp crotch of her panties, leaving her slick skin exposed and eager for his touch. He began with one fingertip, a slow up and down motion against her slit.

  Then he spread her folds. Her nails bit into the leather seat as his middle finger slid the entire length of her crease. Lust caught her nerve endings on fire.

  “You’re so wet.” His gruff murmur sent a shiver up her spine.

  She was glad he’d put the top up on his car. Because she didn’t want him to stop and didn’t want to wait until they were somewhere more private than the streets of downtown.

  The man knew how to please a woman’s body—as if the oral sex on his car hood wasn’t the first indication. She sighed, his fingers working magic against her heat, gliding with steady, sure strokes. Like he knew exactly what she wanted, needed.

  Her hips hitched when the knot of lust pulled tight in her clit. She ached and strained, riding his touch. “Oh, my God.”

  “Is that good? You like that?” he asked, his voice a rasp in his throat.

  “Yes…”

  Cupping her mound, he pressed his callused palm against her clit. His fingertip traced her opening, then slid deep inside.

  “Oh! Mmm…yes. Yes.”

  He hissed a curse. “I want to pull over and watch you come for me.”

  “Too late.” Her thighs trembled. She took a sharp breath. “Don’t you dare stop.”

  Slapping her hand over his, she held him against her. Heat spiraled downward. Her flesh puckered, swelled and an orgasm burst through her body.

  “Yes!” She drew rapid breaths. “Ahhh…yes…”

  Her peak throbbed against his touch. He made slow, gentle strokes, prolonging the intoxicating sensations ebbing and flowing as she jerked and shivered against his palm. His finger flicked inside her, and renewed sexual need gathered deep in her core.

  He continued stroking her for several minutes, before he withdrew his finger, then his hand. He lifted it to his mouth and sucked his middle finger. “You have no idea how many naughty things I want to do to you right now.”

  “You know,” she said, leaning toward him. She cupped the hard ridge straining his pants. The large, hard ridge. “We don’t have to go out. I still have Chinese in my fridge from last night.”

  Relief swamped his features. “I love the way you think.”

  Immediately, he turned in the direction of her house. She ran her hand up and down his stiff length while he gripped the steering wheel.

  Then he seized her wrist and jerked her hand away. “You can’t keep doing that, or I’ll embarrass myself.”

  She slid him a wicked grin. “There’s nothing wrong with being turned on.”

  Arching an eyebrow, he released her wrist and shifted into fourth gear, tearing through the streets. The muscle in his jaw flexed. “I’m too turned on. You have no idea what you do to me. Or what I plan to do to you.”

  Her inner thighs ached with renewed lust.

  In record time, Trey pulled the Audi into her driveway. They’d barely made it inside when his lips were on hers, his tongue swirling and searching.

  Upstairs, he tore his mouth from hers and asked, “Which door?”

  “Second on the right,” she said just before he captured her lips again.

  He picked her up and walked into her bedroom, kissing frantically, pulling at her clothes. She felt the edge of the bed behind her knees. Breaking their kiss, he sent her to the mattress with enough force to make her head bounce. “You are mine. All night,” he growled.

  He crawled up her body, dropping heated kisses along the way. He toed off his shoes.

  After he toed off his shoes, he kneeled, sat back on his heels and pulled her hips up to meet his. Back arched, her ass rested on the tops of his thighs. Sliding his hands down her legs, then under her dress, he grabbed the thin straps of her thong. He urged her heels into the air as he dragged the thong up over her knees, her calves, her toes, and sent it to the floor.

  The backs of her calves rested against his chest. He took the heel of one red shoe in his hand, but paused. Smoky desire swirled in his eyes. “We’re keeping these on.”

  Breathless, she nodded. He wrapped her legs around his waist then scrunched the hem of her dress in his fists. She sat up to make undressing her easier. With a rough tug, he whipped her dress up over her head then flung it to the floor beside her thong.

  His gaze drank her in with a thorough exploration. Slowing his seduction, his palms whispered over her skin as she lay exposed to him. “Your body is incredible. Like you were made for me.”

  She hitched her hips, aching to be claimed by him, wanting to fulfill her secret fantasies with his potent, physical reality. “Then make me yours.”

  “Hell, yes.” Eyes locked on her, he swiftly unbuttoned his shirt and tore it off.

  She reached toward him, undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. She reached into his boxers and wrapped her fingers around the smooth tight skin of his erection.

  God, he was huge. Just like the rest of him. And just as hot. And hard.

  The naked expanse of his chest rose and fell rapidly as she stroked him. His lips parted slightly as he watched her hand move on him. He closed his eyes and groaned.

  “Damn,” he said in a strangled voice.

  Then his eyes flew open, their fierce possessiveness trapping her in the midnight depths. He shoved his pants and boxers down. Then he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head as he came over her.

  Then he plunged into her heat.

  She sucked in a gasp. His girth stretched her to the limit. Thick and heavy inside her. Warm and muscular around her. He felt so good.
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  Then he froze. “Shit. Condom.”

  She crossed her ankles behind his back, holding him in place. “Don’t worry. I’m covered.”

  “Good.” He sent a long stroke into her. “Because I don’t think I can stop.”

  “Then don’t,” she breathed.

  His mouth captured her lips, a searing brand of ownership.

  Then his body claimed her with hard, powerful drives.

  Secretly, she loved when a man took charge in bed. She wanted control in all other aspects of her life. But behind the bedroom door, she wanted to be controlled and dominated. Taken for his pleasure. As he met her needs in return.

  And Trey proved oh so good at meeting her needs. It tantalized her to be surrounded by his large body, one of his hands imprisoning her wrists, the other gliding behind her back, tucking under her tailbone, holding her captive to his forceful thrusts. His chest grazed her nipples as he rode her toward the summit of bliss they both sought.

  As much as she wanted to keep her eyes closed and lose herself in the full-body sensations he delivered, she lifted her lashes. She caught the darkened silhouette of his shoulders as he rocked above her and met his gaze. He stared at her with raw intensity, making her feel as if she were the center of his world. Cherished. Desired.

  “Is this what you wanted?” he murmured gruffly.

  “Yes.” Enamored by the sight of him, the sensations of him stroking inside her, she knew no spoken words could adequately describe the potency of his sexual prowess, let alone the emotions he provided.

  Huge and thickly muscled, his incredible body made her cave to the feminine desire to be owned and consumed. “I love the way you take me,” she whispered.

  After some tugging, she pried one wrist free to coast her hand along the chiseled musculature of his arm. His skin was hot to the touch as she wrapped her hand around his bicep, a huge bulge of granite beneath her palm. When she caressed his chest and stomach, his muscles contracted and rippled under her fingertips.

  The effects of his sexual exertion formed a mist over his body. His skin grew slick. She reached around his muscular torso, scraping her nails up his back.

  “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you.” The intensity in his gaze sharpened until it almost hurt to look into his eyes. Usually, her sexual encounters were about physical gratification, not this deep connection unleashing complex emotions that swirled inside her.

  “I’ve wanted this, too…” she revealed, her voice trailing off with a moan.

  She dug her heels into his backside. He pumped harder.

  “Oh, yeah. Oh, my God.” She threw her head back against her pillow, her neck and back arching to meet his thrusts. “Yes,” she cried as an orgasm built inside her.

  “I want to make you scream,” he growled.

  She gasped as tension built like a rising storm. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

  “Ladies first.” When he tucked his face into her neck, his mouth latched onto her, sucking hard. His breath came in heated bursts against her skin. His scent surrounded her, a mingling of sweat, spiced cologne and sexual heat.

  “Please don’t stop,” she begged, losing herself to the sensations building and swirling inside her core.

  His thrusts turned hard and focused. “Ah, God,” he groaned.

  “Yes…yes!” She clamped her thighs around his waist as spasms shuddered through her. Her nails carved into her palms. Bliss radiated like rockets across her nerve endings, the electric sensation spreading in waves out to her limbs.

  His moans built to a heavy crescendo.

  Suddenly, he stopped breathing. Every muscle tightened around her like the iron bars of a cage. Then his groan reverberated against her skin as a hot splash released inside her.

  She hugged him tight, enjoying his heavy throbbing that elicited a few lingering tremors inside her. Eventually, she relaxed the clasp of her ankles, resting the heels of her shoes against his oh-so-fine ass.

  “Damn. That was so good.” He shivered in her arms.

  “Mmm, I agree,” she murmured, gliding her fingertips up the damp trail of his spine.

  He pulsed inside her. “Makes me want to take you again. Right now.”

  “Now?” She’d never had a lover demand seconds. Not this soon.

  Surprised, she glanced up at him. The smoldering fire in his eyes and the again-hard length within her proved his point.

  “This is what happens when you make me wait.”

  She raised her palm. “Hey, I would’ve been on board ages ago, if you’d shown your interest before.”

  He arched an eyebrow. “I guess I should’ve stopped being a gentleman and gone with instinct instead.”

  “No, I’m all for you being a gentleman. I’m just glad you made your…intentions known.”

  “Now you know.” The hungry look returned to his eyes. His length thickened in her slick channel, and a deliberate flex, followed by another, instantly renewed her desire.

  She smiled. “Beyond the shadow of a doubt.”

  He sat up, clutching her hips as he brought her with him, her ass against his thighs again as he withdrew partway. He flattened one hand on the sheets, and his thumb grazed her temple. “Let me know if you ever have doubts about how much I want you. I promise I’ll make them go away.”

  As he spoke the words, a deep-set light shone in his eyes, like the sentiment came from his soul. A little too deep for a fling meant to satiate the needs of the flesh. She brought her thoughts back to the physical when she sent him a sultry look and grazed her fingertips down his perfect six-pack abs. “That sounds promising.”

  “I’ll make your doubts go away right now,” he offered.

  “How generous of you,” she said with a flirtatious smile.

  “I aim to please.”

  “Trey, believe me, you deliver.” He was the best lover she’d ever had, and he’d proven that in less than thirty minutes.

  He arched a seductive eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I just started.”

  Grasping her hips, he thrust her to the base of his shaft. She moaned and arched.

  Heat blazed in his eyes, branding her naked body as he swept her with his gaze. “You are unbelievably sexy.”

  Her eyes traveled over his exquisite torso, an impressive expanse of glistening muscle and sinew that made her mouth water. “I can say the same.”

  When he sat up slightly onto his heels, he forced her into a deeper angle, enhancing his penetration. He buried himself in her, then withdrew several inches. “Do you like watching me move inside you?”

  A soft moan accompanied her exhale. Her gaze fixed on where they joined.

  “Feels so good.” She luxuriated in the brush of his firm sack against her backside, as he continued his slow hip-rolling thrusts.

  Then he brought her legs up, her red high heels framing his face. He flattened his forearm against her thighs, pressing her tighter to him. Her shoulder blades dug into the mattress beneath her. She felt the muscles rippling down his torso against the backs of her legs. His opposite hand caressed her breast, tweaked her nipple between two fingers, and then slid down her abdomen.

  The edge of his thumb dipped into the neatly trimmed vee of curls at her juncture, stroking her clit. He dipped lower, gathering moisture from where they were joined as he moved his hips against her, his erection hot and hard.

  Then he dragged the pad of his thumb back up to her swollen peak, caressing her in sensual circles. He intensified his thrusts, driving deep into her core.

  The moist slap of skin against skin filled the air. She was going to come again. And with the orgasm he gave her in his car, that made three in under an hour. A personal first.

  The future drifted into a hazy distance. All she wanted, needed, was this moment. And him.

  His thumb flicked her as he drove into her heat. “So good,” she panted.

  “Hell, yeah.” Without missing a stroke, he turned his head to the right and his teeth nipped her ankle. Then he swirled his tong
ue over the raw skin.

  “Oh…oh, oh!” A fierce orgasm ripped through her, shaking her to her bones.

  “That’s it, Devon. Take me. Take it all.” His thighs trembled. His forearm was a vice against her thighs, and his stomach muscles seized against the backs of her thighs. He was a sight to behold, arms trapping her legs against his chest, head tossed back, neck muscles corded prominently. He let out a guttural groan and came hard.

  She’d never witnessed anything as glorious as watching his body tighten and then release so completely. He was the most incredible man she’d ever taken to bed. And, if she were honest, the most incredible man she’d ever known.

  Except that was bringing things too close to home. Too close to something she’d want to keep and hold onto in the future. Only, her future lay elsewhere.

  But right now, he collapsed on top of her and lay in her arms. She soaked in every minute of his big, powerful presence surrounding her. However long they had together, she planned to get lost in this phenomenal sensation of being his.

  Distantly, she heard sirens blaring. She smiled against his shoulder. “I think the authorities found us too hot to handle. There could be a law against sex this good.”

  Setting his weight on his forearms, he grinned down at her. “They’re coming to douse this five-alarm fire we have going.”

  Soon, she wondered if he wasn’t off the mark. “Trey, that sounds really close.”

  Withdrawing from her and untangling himself from her legs, he slid to the edge of the bed near the window. His eyebrows drew together in a frown. “Actually, the red-and-blues are right outside your house.”

  She sat up. “Seriously?”

  Cupping her chin, he planted a hot kiss on her lips. Without bothering with his boxers, he grabbed his pants, tucked himself inside and zipped the fly. “I’ll go check it out.”

  The chill that came over her led to a sinister conclusion.

  After everything Logan’s team had worked to uncover, could this hacker have struck again?

  Chapter 7

  Trey caressed the lips of the woman who’d just given him two of the most intense orgasms of his life.