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She scooped up one of the Cokes, popped the lid and sipped
right from the can. Hazard hurried to the bathroom. If she was going to wait,
he intended to make it fast.

Avery waited until Hazard closed the bathroom door before
collapsing into the nearest chair. Incredibly, she didn’t think he’d noticed
her trembling.

It wasn’t that she was nervous any longer. Oh no. Their bout
of oral sex on each other still had her heart racing and her legs were all
wobbly. How she’d managed to walk around the room and remain upright was beyond
her knowledge.

For once, she was glad her mother insisted she take dance
lessons. She’d absolutely hated ballet, hated the
plié
,
pirouettes
,
pase de valse
and trying to go on
pointe
. But she’d given it a go
because her mom urged her to at least try to learn grace and balance.

She’d achieved all but
pointe
. She simply couldn’t
take the pressure and didn’t have the heart of a ballerina. She’d even tried
other types of dance, tap and jazz, but she’d preferred hanging out at the
barns and visiting the horses than being in dance studios.

Wanting something to do, she walked over to the food tray.
The domes were still warm. She heard the shower run briefly, followed by
splashes at the sink and the crinkle of plastic wrap.

The hotel supplied basic toiletries, including toothbrushes.
He must have claimed one of the brushes. That was incredibly considerate,
especially since he’d done the most decadent thing she’d ever experienced,
anilingus.

Mercy be to the person who figured out that little maneuver
could be so pleasurable. And thank goodness she’d never dared let Timothy try
such a thing. For reasons she didn’t want to concentrate on, Hazard doing that
to her had been incredibly exciting and intimate.

Tempted to sneak a French fry from one of the platters, she
kept her fingers to herself and sipped on her soda. Better to cool off than get
overheated again too soon.

They could make it through a meal without jumping on each
other. Sure they could.

Hazard opened the door, startling her. “How was the shower?”
she asked to cover the way she’d swung around as if she hadn’t known he was
there. Her saving grace was that she didn’t spill any soda.

“Real nice,” he said, watching her set the cold can down on
the food cart. “Didn’t linger, but maybe I’ll coax you into taking a longer one
later.”

“Uh, no,” she refused.

“Why not?” he asked, coming toward her wearing nothing but a
towel and making her drool a little.

“My hair, it took over two hours to achieve this look.
There’s no way I’m letting it go wild tonight. As it is, the humidity in the
shower alone would make it go frizzy.”

“Thought this week was all about going wild.” Hazard filled
out a towel better than any mortal man should be able to do. He was all defined
strength and steel, with not an ounce of body fat. “You took a shower before.
How’d you keep it dry?”

“Stylist taught me to wrap it up in a big towel. And I used
cool water.”

“Clever,” he said.

Caught up in appreciating him, she discovered what she loved
about him was that he wasn’t too muscular to put his arms down or too big to
wrap her arms around. He was a tall man, yes, and capable of crushing an
offensive lineman and smashing QBs to the turf. That required stamina, skill
and agility, not just overly developed muscle.

And he had a light-brown dusting of chest hair in the shape
of a T across his chest, thinning out at his navel and disappearing behind the
towel. She absolutely loved that about him, thinking it made him more male,
more real, instead of a cookie-cutter stud.

A stud with ripped abs she longed to lick and nibble. She
couldn’t fathom how she’d gotten to be the one standing here with him. But
she’d take it and love it, living for each moment, each kiss and touch.

His hand had come up to stroke through her straightened
hair. She loved it when it was silky soft like this and unexpectedly accepted
the beautician’s suggestion for pale-blonde highlights and brown lowlights.

“I do like your hair, Avery. Just remember, it’s okay to let
it get curly when you’re ready. I’d like to see it untamed.”

Continuing to stroke her hair, he spread his fingers out
like a makeshift comb, running them smoothly through her locks. Hypnotized by
his rhythmic touch, she didn’t think to stop him when his head dipped closer
and his mouth took hers in a kiss so sweet she sighed at the pleasure of it.

He tasted like cinnamon toothpaste and smelled like hotel
soap and temptation. “The food,” she uttered between kisses, having her voice
swallowed by Hazard’s tongue.

Seduced by Hazard’s kiss, she couldn’t let it end.

“We’ve a microwave,” he said, easing up, but speaking the
words against her lips so that she felt them.

“You’re hungry.”

“So are you,” he added, snagging her lip and biting it.

“Ow,” she gasped, even as he erased the sting with a full-on
French kiss.

“Sorry, baby,” he apologized upon freeing her. “Can’t seem
to get enough of you.”

“Missed me, did you, Hazard?”

“Yes.” Jerking away a measure or two, he looked down at her.
His eyes were soft, heavy lidded. Bedroom eyes, some women called them. “Are
you too hungry to fuck? If you are, stop me now.”

Avery started when she realized his free hand had wedged
between their hips to make a go at undoing the belt of her robe. “I didn’t
think men could get hard this often. Will it hurt you if we keep up this pace?”

“More like I’ll end up with blue balls if I don’t get inside
you again real soon,” he admitted.

“Oh dear.” She couldn’t very well let that happen. Impulsive
as she could be by nature, she was a caretaker and it went against her creed to
let a man be in pain.

Hazard kissed her again, silencing further objection. It
wasn’t as if she’d put up much of a fight. She wasn’t all that sure what she
was resisting anyway.

His tongue entered her mouth, seeking hers. Avery answered,
twirling her tongue around his, letting the dance of seduction progress. His
knee slid between her bare thighs, pushing up against her pussy. Need coiled
within, drawing so taut, she began shifting her hips in unison with Hazard’s in
search of relief.

“Hazard, do something,” she commanded when all he did was
free her lips to touch his kisses to her throat, the roughened razor stubble on
his chin and jaw brushing her skin.

He knew. He must have known that the five o’clock shadow
drove her crazy insane with wanting, even as his teeth nipped her skin, leaving
a hot sting that vibrated outward and turned her on.

The knot of her belt fell apart, the robe opening with a
nudge of his hand. A swish of cloth made her glance down. His towel fell to the
floor. Blinking twice, she thought she saw double.

She wasn’t having vision trouble. His towel and her robe
were a sage-green pile of terrycloth and cotton. Closing her eyes because
Hazard gripped her hips and arched her over his arm to hold her steady, she
moaned wantonly at the feel of his kisses heading southward to her breasts.

Warm, moist and urgent, his mouth took ownership of her
right nipple. At times he bit down, shaking his head and sending a gazillion
frissons of pleasure whipping through her body, all aiming for her clit.

Driving her need higher, he switched to her left breast,
this time lapping gently, teasing and twirling and kissing her ever so gently.

“Hazard! Please,” she growled, feeling as ferocious as a
lioness.

“Please what? Would you rather eat?” Drawing her up so they
were face-to-face, he grinned knowingly. The man knew he’d won.

“Fuck me, please.”

“You sure, wouldn’t want the burgers to cool off.”

“Screw the burgers. Fuck me!” Managing to pummel his
shoulder, she flinched at how hard his muscle was.

“You ever take dance lessons?” he asked, walking her
backward. Since she had no idea where they were going, she had to trust him not
to slam her into the wall or a chair.

“When I was a kid, yes, I did. I sucked at it.”

“How much you want to bet you were better than you thought?”

“Sorry, I’m not following.”

“Dance with me. Find out,” he invited, bringing her up nice
and close to his splendid body.

He positively radiated with warmth and confidence. The feel
of his erection suddenly nestled between her legs was a gigantic reminder of
how good it felt to be fucked by him.

In her ear, he began to sing. “When you came in, the air
went out…I don’t know who you think you are…but before the night is through…I
want to do bad things to you…”

Their bodies swayed in unison. The song that seduced her the
second she walked into the Truth or Dare Club echoed through her whole body.

So turned-on, Avery belatedly noticed he opened her bedside
drawer and took out the variety pack of condoms her girlfriends had packed in
her suitcase as a reminder to be safe if she did hook up with a man while on
vacation.

She’d have explained why they were there. But they kept
dancing, kept moving and grinding against each other. It was sexier than slow
dancing and more intimate, like making love.

Hazard was obviously more experienced than she was,
completely baffling her by the way he’d opened a cardboard box with one hand
and took out a condom. He stopped singing long enough to wrench the packet open
and take out the latex.

“Roll it on me,” he encouraged, offering the protection to
her care.

Shaking a little, Avery shifted enough to watch what she was
doing. Hazard had a cock that was a good inch longer than her porn-star-length
glass dildo and as thick as his wrist.

Fascinated with the chance to touch all that steel-hard
muscle, she thumbed his satin-soft helmet. His crown was the most sensitive,
especially where the bundle of nerves that remained after circumcision gathered
at the underside. Concentrating on that spot, she loved hearing him expel a
harsh breath.

“Avery! Sheathe me or I’m gonna fuck you bare.”

Turning her eyes to his face, she saw his desperate need to
fuck written there. A vein throbbed in his jaw. His mouth was hard, tense, his
teeth clenched. He was absolutely serious.

But it was way too soon and way too risky. They had a week
together, maybe even more vacations together in the future, not a lifetime.
Refusing to be sad or tense up, she inclined her head and sheathed him with a
neon-purple ribbed condom.

Unbidden, she laughed. “Oh my god, now I know what the Grape
Ape’s cock must have looked like.”

“You can laugh. Your dick’s not glowing purple. As it is, I
might blow before you put one of those superb legs of yours up over my arm. If
you dare, drape it up here on my shoulder.”

“I can’t…” Could she? Did she have the flexibility to put
her leg up on his shoulder?

Her legs were long, but she’d never tried something that
daring. It was the dare that got her. Hazard had figured her out. Daring her
was the same as waving a red flag in front of a bull.

“Might need a little help,” she admitted, not exactly sure
how they’d do it standing like this.

He smiled softly, becoming serious when she hooked her leg
behind his calf and slid it upward to his hip. Hooking one arm behind her back,
he steadied her as he caught her ankle with his other hand and helped her hook
her leg just above his elbow.

She might eventually get to her leg to his shoulder, but for
now she was spread open as far as she could possibly go. Thank goodness he was
strong. Not once did she worry that he would drop her or let her fall over.

“Now we dance,” he said.

Instead of singing, he hummed, the deep sound weaving a
tantalizing web of desire low in her feminine core. He thrust his hips, his
cock slipping unerringly into her slit, pushing in increment by increment,
further still.

“Trevor, you feel amazing,” she murmured, aware she’d said
his first name.

She hoped he didn’t care. All she cared about right then was
moving her hips in unison with his. Face-to-face like this was curiously
romantic, establishing a connection between them that enhanced the beauty of
sex.

Sweetly, he leaned in close, kissing her lips as they swayed
and rocked in unison. He felt huge, significant. The massive size of him took
her breath away. Her vagina was stretched, yet she didn’t mind. He fit exactly
as she needed.

He was beautiful, a gorgeous man strong enough to hold her
steady and help her move with subtle pressure from his arm at her back. But she
suddenly needed him deeper. Harder would be even better.

In complete accord with her, he drew back, withdrawing.

“Let’s get you more comfortable,” he urged, letting her leg
down, then walking her backward until the backs of her knees hit the soft bed.

Carefully, he guided her to lie back with her feet planted
on the floor. He went down to kneel on the floor, revealing he was so tall that
he could push his hips between her thighs, spreading her wide open and
thrusting into her.

This time, his cock filled her deeper than any time they’d
fucked so far, making her extremely aware of his masculinity. “Mercy be, that
feels good,” Avery breathed out, clenching her inner muscles in an attempt to
hold him right there forever.

“You okay with this, baby?” he asked.

“Way better than okay, I feel like a butterfly.”

“That’s what the position is called, the butterfly. Does it
feel good?”

“It’d be better if you’d move.”

“As my butterfly commands,” he granted, easing out slowly,
pushing in and establishing an intimate claim that was as powerful as it was
deep.

Wrapping his hands around her thighs, he spread her impossibly
wider, thrusting faster, harder. He had such strength, yet such tenderness as a
lover that Avery found herself grabbing for purchase to keep from touching
herself.