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Tamara heaved in a breath at the pure beauty of him, his erection, standing thick and proud, adding to his potency. And then he turned away and she was given a view from the back that was just as magnificent.
Not even the addition of a Scrabble tile detracted from it. She laughed. “You have an m stuck to your butt.” He looked over his shoulder. “Mmmm,” she teased. “Very appropriate.”
He smiled as he flicked it off then frowned down at her. “Don’t just lie there,” he said as he riffled through his duffel bag. “Take those damn jeans off.”
Tamara was surprised her jeans hadn’t just fallen off under the heat of his gaze. But she didn’t argue, wriggling out of the fabric and her underwear as quickly as a pair of skinny jeans allowed in a horizontal position. She felt her whole body flush as he stopped to watch her every wiggle. His breath hissed out when she finally lay completely naked before him, his nostrils flaring as he whispered, “Nice. Very nice.”
And then she opened her arms to him and he was on top of her, their limbs entwined, their mouths fused. She was ready, more than ready, opening to him immediately, moaning as he settled between her hips and rising to meet him as he pushed inside her, hard and big and perfect and so damn good after so long.
They found a rhythm right away, building and building, stoking and stoking until they were both panting and ready and sweating from the heat of the fire and the blaze of their passion, clinging to each other, and she was begging him for release, begging him to come. When he placed his hand between them and touched her where he’d touched her twice already, she came apart in an instant. He kissed her as he followed, roaring out his pleasure.
Blood throbbed through her head and surged in her belly and the pulse of it was a like a wave that pounded and pounded and pounded against the shore until it rippled and ebbed and gentled to a soothing lap in the shallows and they collapsed against each other, exhausted from the ride.
The fire was lower when Tamara woke a little while later, her back snuggled into his front.
“Good, you’re awak
e,” he murmured against her neck, his fingers stroking lazily along her hip. She could feel his erection thick and hard, nestled against her bottom.
She squirmed against him. “And so are you.”
She felt his smile against her shoulder. “Are you freaking out?” he asked.
Tamara shook her head. She wasn’t. Strangely it felt very right here in his arms. “No. Are you?”
“Nope,” he said, and it was so sure and calm and certain she believed him.
“Why,” he murmured a couple of minutes later, breaking the mesmerizing spell of the fire, “are we lying on this hard floor when right through there is that big old feather bed?”
“Beats me,” she said, stretching languorously. “Of course I don’t think I’m capable of walking...”
He laughed. “I can help you with that.”
And before she knew it he’d picked her up fireman-style and slung her over his shoulder. She squealed and he swatted her playfully on the butt. She returned the favor, seeing as how she had a bird’s-eye view of his magnificent cheeks.
In four strides, they were at the bed. He tossed her on top, and she felt her belly heat and her nipples scrunch as he looked down at her like he was deciding which part to devour first. It was a look that stripped her even more naked than she was. It took her right back to basics and ripped away all her inhibitions.
“Come to Georgia’s party with me,” he said.
Tamara’s heart kicked in her chest. She wanted to, she really did. But it could go a hundred kinds of wrong. “I don’t have time in my life for a guy who’s just looking for some company on New Year’s Eve and a date to his sister’s birthday bash.”
“That’s not me,” he said.
“Luke...”
“There’s more to this than a one-night stand and a family party, Tamara, and I think you know that.”
She wanted to believe him. She could face any potential fallout from Georgia if Luke was by her side. “Are you sure? I’m sick of men who aren’t.”
“I’m sure.”
Tamara felt the shell she’d built around herself this last year crack wide open. She believed him. He was standing buck naked in front of her and it was like she could see right into his soul. And hell if he wasn’t utterly magnificent inside and out. Heat flared and sizzled like New Year’s Eve fireworks along already-sensitized nerve endings.
“Luke...?” She placed her foot on his bare thigh.
He quirked an eyebrow. “I see some dirty in your eyes.”
Tamara blushed at his accuracy and smiled hesitantly. “Do you think you could...maybe...call me ma’am...next time we...?”
