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He ran his hands through my hair and whispered my name. I took
immense satisfaction in having his pleasure under my complete control.

“Oh God, Allana. I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
He gently pulled my head away. “And I want to taste you and fuck you good and
hard before I do that.”

Mike pulled me to my feet and wrapped his arms around me,
kissing me with urgency. After unhooking my bra, he tossed it to our growing
pile of clothes on the floor, following it with my black lace panties. He fell
on top of me on the couch and our naked limbs entangled.

One hand cradled my breast as his warm mouth found my other
one. His tongue made my nipples tingle and harden, sending ripples of pleasure
through me. He alternated from one breast to the other, devoting equal, slow care
to each. As I arched my back, a moan escaped me.

“I’m the lucky one now.”

“Your breasts are so perfect, I could kiss them all day.”
His finger stroked my folds and he murmured, “But there are so many other parts
of you I want to explore.” I moaned my pleasure. His voice caught in his throat
as he added, “You’re so wet.”

“I want you, Mike. I want you to fuck me now.”

“Soon, babe, but not yet. I’ve tasted you before and I can’t
let this night continue without tasting you again.”

His body moved against mine, kissing and licking as he made
his way down to my aching pussy. He exhaled, warming me, and when his tongue
finally licked my slit from top to bottom, I sighed with relief, sinking into
the cushions. His exquisite tongue was like velvet on my sensitive flesh,
knowing just what I wanted next.

While he drove me delirious with his tongue, he fingered me
with the artistry of a man who worked with his hands, honing his skills over
many years of practice. No man had ever played me this exquisitely before,
spiraling me to such peaks. One of my hands ran through his hair while the
fingers of the other carved indentations through the suede on the couch.

He must have sensed I was close, as he latched onto my clit
and drove me right over the edge.

“Oh my God,” I cried. “Oh. My. God.”

I crashed in waves, over and over, quaking with each spasm.
Aftershocks rippled through me, extending the overwhelming sensations. Mike
bent to the floor, rifling through his clothes, and I heard the tear of foil. I
peered up to see him sheath himself with a condom.

“Hurry,” I pleaded.

He eased the head in and I pulled him closer, inviting him
deeper.

“Oh, you feel so good,” he crooned. “Your pussy pulsing
around my cock.”

Although he entered me slowly to let me adjust, his pace
soon quickened. He drilled into me, unyielding, and I yelped with each forceful
thrust. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, both trying to resist the
onslaught and begging for more. His pace slowed and he paused.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, I become unleashed. But I don’t want
to come yet.”

“Let me climb on top,” I said.

“Hold on to me.”

When he stood, my limbs clung around him while he held me
aloft. I clamped my legs tighter. “I’m afraid I’m going to fall.”

“Never,” he said, “I’ve got you.”

I relaxed my arms to lean back and searched his eyes. God, I
could lose myself in them. “I trust you.” I eased down on him, impaling myself
deeper on his cock. With the gravity and only him as my anchor, I felt heady. I
rode him supported only by his sturdy stance. His cock brushed my clit and I
spiraled higher.

“Oh, that feels so good,” he murmured.

My need escalated and I increased the tempo. I clung to Mike
as I climbed higher and shattered into pieces, falling back to earth as light
and slow as confetti.

We ended up on the floor on top of the afghan with me still
straddling him. The last traces of my orgasm subsided, but soon a flutter of
need rose again. I rode him with a slow pace, building up, and then losing
myself to the sensations as I rocketed higher. He hammered into me from below,
causing me to cry out his name as I raced to my climax.

“Oh Allana, yes!” He thrust into me a few more times,
digging his fingers into my hips as he found his release.

I leaned forward, collapsing on his chest and burying my
face into his neck. Once I stopped panting so fast, I purred, “That was
incredible.”

His arms draped over me and his heart pounded against mine.
“It always is with you.”

Mike

We left the living room to go to my room. After I recovered
from our living room session, we gave the headboard another durability test.
Sex with her was incredible. She was uninhibited and willing to try anything
new. Whereas I’d usually have enough of a woman after a night or two, the more
I had with Allana, the more I wanted to spend time with her.

She lay against my chest. We were both covered in a sheen of
sweat, but she didn’t seem to mind. The scent of it on her gave her an even
sexier appeal. My little fitness queen.

I put a playlist on shuffle of the Doors’
Perception
boxed
set. It was one I often fell asleep to and doing so with Allana in my arms felt
like it meant something, but I wasn’t sure what. The feeling confused me.

The Crystal Ship
played and I pulled her closer. “I
like having you here,” I said. “It feels right.”

She didn’t speak for several long moments and I wondered if
I’d said the wrong thing. “I know. But we shouldn’t say things like that. It’ll
only make it harder.”

“Make what harder?”

“When I have to leave.”

My heart pounded, with panic this time rather than passion.
“What?”

“We both know this can’t go anywhere. Circumstances brought
us here tonight, but tomorrow we need to go back to our own lives.”

I stared at her in disbelief. Tonight I thought we’d had
some sort of breakthrough, letting down our guards and letting each other in. I
searched her clear blue eyes for the truth. Did she truly mean this was it for
us or was she trying to protect herself by erecting the barrier once more?
Although she tried to steel her expression with this resolve, I caught glimpses
of vulnerability breaking through that drew me in deeper.

“Let’s not talk about that now. It’s been a long night. Why
don’t we get some sleep?”

Allana

I woke up to the smell of fried bacon and eggs and brewing
coffee. Glancing around the room, I saw a
Lord of the Rings
boxed set
and remembered I was at Mike’s place. Events of the night before came back to
me, culminating in phenomenal sex in his living room and then again in his bed.
As I pulled the comforter up to my neck and rolled on his pillow, I inhaled his
scent.

After freshening up in the bathroom, I scanned the floor for
my clothes and remembered they were still in a heap on his living room floor.
One of his white button-down shirts lay on a chair so I put it on, leaving the
top two buttons undone. When I walked into the kitchen area, Mike stood in
front of a skillet with a spatula in hand. Bare-chested, wearing only a pair of
blue plaid flannel pajama bottoms. My eyes scanned the contours of his broad
back.

“Good morning,” I said.

He turned to me and said, “Good morning, beautiful.” His
mouth dropped. His hair was even messier than usual, giving him a youthful,
playful look. “Wow. I never knew my shirt could look that sexy.” He dropped the
spatula onto a plate. “I was going to suggest breakfast, but now I’m hungry for
something else.”

He stalked over with a predatory glint in his eye and kissed
me on the lips. “How about a proper good morning greeting?” he proposed.

I raised a brow. “I’d like to see what you mean by that.”

He lifted me up and I squealed as I wrapped my legs around
his waist and he backed me onto the counter. “I’m glad I haven’t opened the
shades yet.” His mouth tasted clean and fresh, a minty toothpaste. The scents
of the tantalizing breakfast he was preparing reached his hair. He unbuttoned
two more buttons and growled, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy. What a vision to start
the day.”

The words brought a reminder of the sadness to me. As hot as
we were right now, it would inevitably burn out. But I could dwell on that fact
later, now I leaned back as his tongue swirled circles along my neck and down
over my breasts. His fingers soon found their way into my pussy.

“Mmm,” he growled. “You’re already so wet, so hot. Are you
always this ready?”

“Only for you,” I said, and bit my lip. I had no business
saying things like that, leading him on.

“Yeah, baby. You get me so hot too. Like nobody else.”

He was just saying that in the moment, I told myself. He
probably said it to a dozen different women. That’s what guys in bands do.
That’s what my ex did too. Words, just words to get what they wanted.

My defensive rationalizations faded as his hands commanded
my attention. The way he stroked me so expertly made me think I’d come on his
kitchen counter in no time.

The scent of smoke filled the air. I opened my eyes. “The stove!”

“What?” He appeared as dazed as I was, lost in the ecstasy
of the moment.

“Everything’s burning.”

“Oh shit!” He rushed away to turn the burner off and turn on
the fan. The smoke drifted through the kitchen. He opened a window and fanned
the smoke out with a dishcloth, then he lowered the wood blinds again for
privacy, but left a gap to allow the smoke to escape. “Sorry, babe. I don’t
want you to be cold, but I don’t want to set off the smoke detectors.”

The cool morning air hit me, but I was so hot and turned on,
it felt refreshing. “It’s okay, it feels good.”

He positioned himself between my legs again and smiled with
mischief. “Now where were we?”

“You were about to drop your pants,” I tugged down the back
of them and covered the warm curves of his rear. “And fuck me on your counter.”

“Oh yes.” He grinned. “You read my mind.”

He removed his pajama bottoms and his freed cock jutted
forth erect and ready. He rubbed the head against my folds and I grasped his
shoulder blades.

Then I remembered. “Condom.”

“Don’t move,” he said. He left the kitchen and returned a
few moments later sheathed and back in position. “Ready for me?”

“Yes.” My voice was so low it was almost a hiss.

He pushed the head in and I moaned, letting my head fall
back. As he slid the rest of the way in, I gripped the edge of the counter for
support. He drilled into me and I wrapped my legs tightly around him.

“I love how you do that. Like a little serpent.”

Then he lifted me off the counter and carried me out the
kitchen.

“Where are we going?”

“Back to bed. There’s more I want to do with you in there.”

Mike made good on his promise. Thoroughly sated and spent,
we returned to the kitchen and he resumed making breakfast. I poured us two
mugs of coffee, laughing at the ones I’d pulled out—a
Hobbit
and a
Game
of Thrones
one. So Mike.

Carrying our breakfast to the dining room, I sat across from
him and took a bite of the eggs. “These are very good.”

“You seem surprised.”

“I’m not used to guys who know how to cook.”

“It’s only eggs. Anyone can make them. Now if you want a
meal, I cook a mean chicken marsala.”

That one sentence both set my pulse racing and raised
warning flags. The idea of spending another evening with him when he cooked
dinner was so appealing and that was the problem. The way it excited me could
only lead to eventual heartache and pain.

I changed the subject. “Crazy night, huh?”

He glanced at me. “Un-freaking-real.”

“Are you better this morning? You were pretty freaked out
last night.”

Mike took a sip of coffee and put down his mug. “Can we not
talk about this right now?”

“Sure. Sorry I brought it up.” I ate a bite of eggs and
bacon, washing it down with the coffee.

“What are you doing today?” he asked, stabbing some food
with his fork.

“I have to go to the studio. Take care of things.”

“Call me if you need help with the software. It may seem
intimidating at first, but most designers batch similar actions in the same
area making it easier to figure things out from one program to the next.”

“I’m sure I will be calling you.” I sat up straighter and
smiled. “I’m nowhere as good at computers as you are.”

After he finished eating some eggs, he said. “I’ve worked
with people who don’t know computers—even those in the industry. Trust me,
you’re better than you think. Pretty soon you’ll get used to the software and
use it to run almost everything in your business.”

“If that’s the case, then I owe you. A lot. Thank you again.
I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

As we finished our breakfast, I leaned back to sip the
coffee and scanned the dining room with its small table and piano. “I admire
how you’ve done all this.”

“Done what?” He appeared perplexed.

“You’re so young, but look at you. You have your shit
together. You have a good job, a house, an outlet. Everything anyone would ever
want.”

A shadow fell across his face. “I don’t have everything I
want.” His hazel eyes darkened a shade I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

“What do you want?” I asked, both curious and afraid of the
answer.

He leaned back and watched me. “I think about you a lot.”

I think about you too.

“It’s just an infatuation,” I said with a carefree wave.
“Pretty soon you’ll find someone else to distract you.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because. It’s just sex.”

“Is that all it is?” His eyes darkened, probing me.

“It’s all it can be.”

“Why?” His brows tightened and worry lines appeared on his
forehead.

“You’re you. You have many women in your life. But I’m not
the kind of woman who can be one of many.”

He took a moment to appraise me. “Is that the issue? Or is
there something else?”

“Well,” I added. “We’re too different.”

“Like what?”

“You’re a ridiculously smart software engineer who went to
MIT and you have your own house with a mortgage and everything and you started
a rock band for fun, only it’s grown extremely popular.” I took a deep breath
before continuing. “I’m a basket case of a woman right now struggling to start
a business on her own without failing miserably and losing everything I’ve
worked for.”

“You’re scared and that’s normal.” He squeezed my hand. “Any
time you take a risk it’s scary. Even doing the things you mentioned—the house,
the band—you don’t know how many doubts I had that kept me awake at night. But
you’re willing to take that risk and that means you’re driven. I like that
about you.” A glint of admiration flickered in his eyes, warming me from the
inside out. “You want more out of life instead of sitting back and coasting
by.”

All my insecurities emerged from the deep recesses I’d
buried them. “I don’t understand why I’m here. No, I don’t mean the events that
brought us here, I mean why you have any interest in me at all. You’ve already
slept with me. What more do you want? There were plenty of other women at the show
who would have gladly come home with you.”

He focused on his coffee mug and when I saw how tightly he
clutched it, I figured I hit a nerve. “Listen to me.” His hazel eyes bored into
mine. “I don’t understand everything myself. You don’t think I spend half of every
day trying to figure it out? I’ve never felt this way about someone, the way I
do about you. I’m just as scared as you right now, but for a different reason.
I’m terrified about how strong my feelings are. And that the more I pursue you,
the more you’ll run away.”

I wanted to jump across the table and tell him how strong my
feelings had grown as well. To hell with it all, let’s give it a shot. But no,
I couldn’t set myself up for heartbreak while trying to get my professional
life in order, I should insist on keeping him at an arm’s length.

“Why don’t we give us a chance, Allana?” he said. “See what
happens.”

My mind and body warred with his proposition. Several months
ago, I might have jumped at the chance at a fling with Chee Keydood, the hot
guitarist I crushed on. But he wanted more than a fling and it was too risky.

His hazel eyes contained such sadness and hope, making them
appear even more deep and soulful. No wonder women couldn’t resist him. I found
it almost impossible to tear myself away. Every part of me wanted to rush into
his arms, kiss him all over and breathe him in.

I should just go for it. Take the leap. What was the worst
that could happen?

I’d get my heart broken. And be devastated even more than
when my ex had screwed me over. Because this time, I’d have jumped in knowing
the risks.

I took a deep breath, filled myself with resolve and said,
“I can’t do that, Mike.”

He slammed his fist on the table and I jumped. Coffee
splashed out of my mug.

“What the hell, Allana? I spill my guts to you and this is
what I get? Just a plain cold
No
?” His eyes now gleamed with icy
contempt.

“I’m sorry. I have to go.” Tears stung my eyes as I stood
up. Where were my damn clothes? I had to get out of there as soon as possible
before I bawled and caved.

He followed me through the house. “Maybe I was wrong about
you after all. You just came here for the sex.”

I winced as his words tore through me, in part because I
knew what he was saying was true. Finding my clothes, I headed into the
bathroom.

“Well, I hope I left you satisfied.” The fury in his voice
sliced through the bathroom door. “You got any friends who want to bang a rock
star, send them my way. Maybe even give me a good referral.”

The way I’d behaved was like I had just used him for sex.
Even though my feelings had grown stronger, that’s the way I’d come off. I
finished dressing and threw open the door. “Don’t be a dick. I said I was
sorry!” I found my boots and coat and rushed to get them on.

“You’re playing games with me. You always have. Either hot
for me or think I’m an asshole.” He spread his arms to the sides with a
bewildered expression. “What the fuck, Allana?”

“What the fuck?” I repeated. “I’m not playing games. “I was
straight with you since New Year’s Eve. It could only be sex, not a
relationship.”