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by Brenda Jackson


  The very thought of doing that caused a slow stirring to erupt in the pit of her stomach. When had she become this sensuous being who suddenly needed sex like she need to take another breath? And why had it taken Tyson to make her feel this way?

  Her gaze met his and she was captured by the intensity of his green eyes. He moved to retrieve something from his overnight bag and she saw it was a condom packet. As he walked back to her, his stride was slow, masculine and sexy as hell. Just watching his approach made her weak in the knees. When he came to a stop directly in front of her, he shifted his gaze from her eyes to her chest. Specifically her breasts. Her nipples automatically hardened to tight buds.

  Without saying a word he lowered his mouth and took a nipple between his lips. She couldn’t do anything but moan at the sensations that suddenly rammed through her. The sounds he was making while feasting on her conveyed his enjoyment, and she reached out and placed her hands on both sides of his head to hold him there. Yes, right there.

  A while later he released one nipple and immediately sought out the other, and she let out another deep moan. He’d already made her come twice from his mouth between her legs and now he threatened to make her explode a third time just from having her breast in his mouth.

  “Tyson, w-we need to get t-to the bedroom,” she said in a heated breath, while fighting to hold back yet another moan.

  Before she could take her next breath, he swept her off her feet and into his arms. “Tell me where, so I can take you there.”

  Chapter 10

  Tyson placed Hunter on the bed then took a step back, letting his gaze roam over her from head to toe. He doubted he’d ever seen a more perfect woman. Every inch of her was flawless. He’d taken a good look at her while she’d been standing naked in her living room. But there was just something about a woman stretched out in bed, waiting to be taken, that did something to him every time.

  Especially with this woman.

  His gaze moved around the room. She had referred to it as a romantic hot spot and he could see why. There were candles and throw pillows situated around the room, wineglasses, a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket and a tray of different cheeses on a small table near the bed. Soft music was playing and the bedcovers were turned back. The ambiance was one of romance and at that moment he was looking forward to a night of passion with her.

  “This room looks wonderful, Hunter. You did a great job setting the mood.”

  “Did I?”

  He heard the surprise in her tone and glanced at her. That’s when he saw the brilliance of her smile and knew his compliment had pleased her greatly. That made him wonder. Had she done a similar setup for that ass she’d been married to and the man hadn’t appreciated her effort?

  “Yes, you did,” he assured her. “You know how to take seduction to one hell of an amazing level. Hunter McKay, you can seduce me anytime.” And at that moment, he truly meant it.

  He appreciated that she still lay on top of the covers, where he’d placed her, and hadn’t gotten beneath them. His gaze roamed all over every inch of her body. He would enjoy making love to her, touching her, licking her all over, tasting her again, and was driven by a desire to savor every minute of doing so. Just looking at her, thinking of everything he intended to do to her and how he would do it, made his erection harder.

  But first he needed to prepare himself for her. While she watched, he sheathed himself with a condom. “You just brought one?” she asked him.

  He glanced up at her and smiled. “No. I brought a few.” He figured it was best not to admit to having an overnight bag full. He didn’t want to scare her.

  Then he moved forward. He kneeled on the bed and slowly crawled toward her. He remembered that first night at Notorious, when he’d decided he would be the hunter and she his prey. Now he wasn’t sure which one of them had truly been captured.

  He went straight for her mouth, needing to kiss her. The kiss was meant to arouse her, but when she began responding, he was the one getting even more aroused. Their tongues mingled, tangled madly, mated hotly, and his hands began to move, cupping those same breasts he’d sucked on earlier, loving how they fit in his hands.

  Moments later he released her mouth and his lips trailed a path down to her breasts, needing to taste them again. The nipples were hard and ready for his mouth and he devoured them with a greed he only had for her.

  Not able to hold off any longer, he tore his mouth away from her breasts to move up over her body. He glanced down at her. She looked beautiful, the glow from the candles dancing across her features.

  He braced himself on his elbows as he continued to stare down at her. And then he sucked in a deep breath when she deliberately pushed up her breasts to rub them against his chest, as if doing so had been her fantasy. The feel of her hard nipples brushing against his chest did something to him. From the look on her face it was doing something to her as well.

  “You like that?” he asked her.

  “Yes. What about you?”

  He didn’t have to think about his answer. The feel of her nipples teasing the hair on his chest felt damn good. “Yes, I like it. Umm, what do you think of this?”

  He reached down and widened her legs before lowering his body to settle his chest between them. And then he began deliberately moving his body to stroke his chest hair against the curls covering her V. He could tell from the look in her eyes that she found what he was doing stimulating.

  “I like this,” she said in a breathless tone.

  “So do I,” he said, feeling her dampen his chest. “Now for the main attraction.” He eased his body back up until his erection touched the entrance to her body.

  He glanced down at her and smiled. “You seduced the hell out of me tonight, Hunter. I liked it.”

  And with that, he thrust into her.

  * * *

  Hunter moaned at the feel of Tyson filling her so completely. She could actually feel his erection get harder while sliding deep inside her. He began moving, going in and then withdrawing, establishing a sensuous rhythm that had her alternating between clawing his back and gripping the bedspread. His hips and thighs jackhammered with lightning speed and when she let out one moan, she was already working on the other.

  Had four years of abstinence done this to her? Make her body hungry? Greedy? Needy? She knew deep down that the length of time she’d gone without sex had nothing to do with it. It was Tyson and what he was doing to her. How he was making her feel. Whoever started the rumor that a woman hadn’t truly been made love to unless it was by a Steele knew exactly what she was talking about.

  Being here with Tyson was what true lovemaking was all about. The giving and sharing of pleasure was so profound she could feel it in her bones. Neither was dominant over the other; rather, they were equals. She couldn’t help but let herself go and was caught up in the pounding of his body into hers.

  When he threw his head back and let out a voracious growl it seemed the cords in his neck would pop. As if on cue her body detonated with his and sparks of passion began flying everywhere, igniting inside her a maelstrom of need that only Tyson could satisfy.

  He bucked and then plunged downward at the same time her hips automatically lifted to receive him. He went deeper than before and she could feel every inch of him inside her.

  She screamed at the same time he shouted her name while thrusting into her several more times as if he couldn’t get enough. She held him tight and continued to move her body with his when she felt another delicious shiver race down her spine. And then she was screaming again, and from the way he was thrusting into her body she knew he’d had another orgasm, as well.

  “Hunter...”

  He said her name moments before collapsing onto her. A short while later he held up his head, eased up toward her lips and without saying anything, he kissed her again, this time with a tenderness that had a thick lump forming in her throat.

  When he released her mouth she smiled up at him and he smiled back.
Her heart began fluttering deep in her chest at the realization that she was the one responsible for his smile.

  * * *

  Hours later, Tyson eased his body off Hunter to lie beside her, flat on his back. Seeing that she had dozed off to sleep, he let out a whoosh of heated breath. How many rounds had this been so far? Five?

  The two of them were mating like damn rabbits, and he still hadn’t gotten enough of her. Every part of his body was sizzling for more. In the bedroom Hunter had been one of the most giving and one of the most passionate of any women he’d ever slept with, and considering his history with women that said a lot. She had totally overwhelmed him and no woman should have the ability to do that.

  He would have frowned at the thought, but he couldn’t help but smile as he recalled the look on her face when, after their first time, he’d dumped a handful of condoms on the table by the bed. He’d told her there was plenty more where those came from, and her eyes had gotten as big as saucers and her mouth had dropped open. “Do you really expect to use all of them?” she’d asked. Well, it was a moot point now, he thought as he looked at the handful of empty packages.

  They had worked up an appetite after round three and sat naked in bed while drinking wine and eating an assortment of cheeses. They used that time to talk. He brought her up-to-date on former classmates and what they were doing now. He told her about his brother Jonas and his marriage to Nikki, Eli’s marriage to Stacey and how his parents had stepped into the role of grandparents to Galen’s twins with ease.

  In turn, she told him about this house she’d designed a few years ago for a well-known NBA player, and how she’d taken a Mediterranean cruise last year with some college friends. He’d noted she hadn’t brought up anything about her ex and he was glad she hadn’t.

  Afterward, they had made love a couple more times and each had been just as intense and passionate as the other times had been. He discovered there was more passion in Hunter’s pinky finger than some women had in their entire bodies. He loved the way she responded to his kisses, his touch and even the naughty, explicit words he would whisper in her ear to let her know just what he intended to do to her and how.

  Jeez. When had he wanted a woman so badly, that even now he felt a surge of hot energy consume his groin? Just thinking about her, he was hard and longed to slide his erection back inside her to start round six. But he refused to wake her up. She needed her rest.

  And, dammit, he needed to think.

  Now was the time for logic to set in. Instead of waiting for her to wake up so he could make love to her again, he should be putting on his clothes and hauling ass, not caring if their paths ever crossed again. But logic wasn’t working in his favor tonight. He didn’t want to put on his clothes, and leaving was the last thing on his mind.

  Why?

  The question echoed in his head in the quiet room. He had gotten what she’d refused to give him eighteen years ago and he should be feeling like a score had been settled. The one who’d gotten away was now had. So why wasn’t he pounding his chest with his fist, proud of himself, pleased with the way the night had turned out? Oh, he was pleased with the way the night had turned out, but it had nothing to do with him settling an old score. Far from it.

  For the first time in his life he had truly enjoyed making love to a woman—every single aspect of it. The touching, tasting and thrusting had been off the charts. Mind-boggling. Super awesome. And the Mark of Tyson wasn’t just on her neck, but was probably on every single part of her body. But he didn’t see the mark as a sign of conquest. In his mind it had become a sign of possession.

  Possession? Tyson rubbed his hand down his face as he tried to figure out how in the hell he could fix his mind to even think that way. He was a die-hard bachelor who enjoyed too many women to get hung up on just one. So there had to be a reason why he was having these possessive feelings toward Hunter.

  One reason could be that for the first time in his life a woman had been a challenge. That had to be it. Other women made things easy for him, and the novelty of Hunter giving him a hard time had him thinking crazy thoughts. All it would take to clear his mind would be a few more rounds of sex with her to be assured that she was out of his system. A good night’s sleep in her bed wouldn’t hurt, either. When he woke up in the morning there was no doubt in his mind he would be thinking straight. When he left here it would be business as usual.

  But still...

  For some reason he was driven to mentally replay every single thing that had happened to him since running into Hunter more than two weeks ago. One thing stood out: he hadn’t slept with another woman since then. Given his track record, that was odd. No, it was downright strange. He’d gotten plenty of calls, even one from that cute little ER nurse who was helping out temporarily in Cardio. Her name was Macy Phillips and she was on his “to do” list. So why hadn’t he done her? What was he waiting for? She was definitely willing. And what about Kristen Fulbright, Nancy Heartwood and Candace Lane? Why had he begun thinking of them as history?

  Hunter stirred beside him in bed and he glanced over at her just as her eyes flitted open. At that moment he thought the same thing that he had when he’d seen her that night in Notorious. She was beautiful. She stared back at him with a sleepy look in her eyes. For a minute it was as if she was trying to recall why he was in her bed.

  “Do I need to remind you?” he asked, seeing her dilemma and leaning over to kiss her on the lips.

  She drew in a deep breath and shook her head. “No, I remember now. What time is it?” she asked as she yawned and pulled herself up in bed. The sheet covering her breast slid down and she quickly jerked it back up. Seriously, Hunter, don’t get all modest on me now when last night those nipples had seemed like a permanent fixture in my mouth.

  Instead of calling her out on it, he glanced over at the digital clock on her nightstand. “It’s three in the morning.”

  She yawned again. “Sorry, I passed out on you.”

  “That’s fine. You definitely needed your rest.” He saw the color that flashed across her cheeks. “You’re embarrassed?”

  She shrugged. “Shouldn’t I be? I screamed around ten times tonight. I can just what imagine what my neighbors think.”

  “It was twelve.”

  She lifted a brow. “Excuse me?”

  “You screamed twelve times. Not ten. And your neighbors probably thought you were having a hell of a good time and wished it was them.”

  The color in her cheeks deepened. “Yes, well, I was having a good time. But all good things must come to an end, including your visit to my bed.”

  Tyson frowned. “You’re kicking me out?”

  “I told you that you weren’t spending the night.”

  Yes, she had. “But that was before the twelve screams.”

  She actually had the gall to look confused. “What does that have to do with anything?”

  Tyson figured if she had to ask then maybe he needed to make sure she screamed twelve more times. She had seduced him earlier, so maybe it was his time to seduce her. Instead of answering her question, he asked one of his own. “Do I get a kiss for the road, since this will be our last time together like this?”

  She seemed to ponder his question for a second and then nodded. “Sure. Why not? Kiss me and then I’ll walk you to the door.”

  Tyson smiled, thinking that by the time he finished kissing her she wouldn’t be walking him anywhere.

  She leaned toward him, evidently expecting a peck on the lips. He leaned in as well and started off with just a light peck, but then he slid his tongue into her mouth at the same time his hand slid under the covers to settle beneath her legs.

  Tyson was prepared for her reaction and deepened the kiss. He began dueling with her tongue, deliberately inflicting all kinds of sensual torment, while at the same time his fingers did the same. He loved touching her this way. She was such a passionate woman and so damn hot.

  He heard the groan in her throat but she didn’t pull
back from his kiss. Nor did she resist moments later when he eased her down on her back and continued to kiss her, thoroughly, deeply and possessively.

  Possessively...

  There was that word again. Why was it determined to invade his mind when it came to Hunter? Dismissing the question since he didn’t have an answer, he turned his full concentration on the seduction of Hunter McKay. His desire revved up a notch when she returned his kiss as provocatively as he was giving it. When he felt his fingers get damp from the wetness between her legs, he knew what was next.

  Round six.

  He pulled back from the kiss to stare down at her and saw deep-seated desire etched in her eyes. She was aroused and so was he. He leaned in and whispered against her moist lips. “I want you. Say you want me again, too, Hunter.”

  Chapter 11

  Tyson saw the battle taking place in the eyes staring back at him. Common sense versus intense desire. He recognized it because of a similar encounter with his own emotions earlier. He still hadn’t figured out what was going on with him. The only thing he knew for certain was what he’d just told Hunter. He wanted her again.

  “Say it,” he whispered, brushing a kiss across her forehead. “Say you want me again, too.” He tried to keep the urgency out of his voice, the hunger and need. But it couldn’t be helped. The bottom line was that he needed to make love to her again as much as he needed to breathe.

  She hesitated a minute longer, then said, “I want you again, too, Tyson.”

  Tyson released the breath he’d been holding and moved aside and made quick work of putting on another condom. In no time he was back, easing in place between her legs. He leaned in and captured her mouth at the same time he slid his hard erection inside her.

 

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