put his mouth right over her aching clit until she
came across his tongue, then plunge deep inside her pussy with
unrelenting strokes. Once she‟d come a half dozen times and taken the
edge off his hunger, then he‟d turn her over and use all her delicious
lubrication to slide into her backside and linger there, thrusting slow, hard,
deep.
Her muttering suddenly broke into his thoughts. She whispered, and
he couldn‟t make out her words. He wanted to—desperately. Needed to
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know. What was she thinking while she fucked herself ? Whom did she
think of ?
Turning off the voice in his head that told him he was stupid to court
danger, he shoved the door open another few inches and eased inside the
shadowed corner. Her little bedside lamp spilled light across her body,
illuminating golden skin, the pale blond strands of her shining hair—and her
nearly bare pussy.
Again, she muttered something, and he still couldn‟t hear. The
suspense was killing him. The anxiety. Would Tyler‟s name fall from her
lips? Someone else‟s?
“Fuck me . . .” she cried softly.
Damn, he wanted to, so, so badly. He scrubbed a hand down his face,
then fastened his gaze on Alyssa again. He couldn‟t stay away. Simply
impossible. She was his weakness. His drug of choice.
Luc swallowed against the lust. He had to be strong. Once he married
Emily—or someone like her—he couldn‟t think about Alyssa, only about the
wife who would make his every dream come true. He had to keep his dick
out of the equation.
Step back. Shower; sleep; forget Alyssa .
Gritting his teeth for strength, Luc lifted a foot and set it behind him.
But still he couldn‟t leave. She had increased the tempo of her fingers over
her clit. Now her hips thrashed. Her skin was flushed, and the air smelled
like aroused female. Perspiration broke out between her breasts. She was
the most beautiful, sexual creature he‟d ever seen. And ever would. How
was he supposed to walk away?
“Fuck me. Yes. Yes!” She moaned long and loud as she came. “Luc!”
She gasped his name? Shock burned him. Christ, he was about to
come in his jeans.
Alyssa flopped back on the bed, eyes closed, breathing heavily. Luc
stood still, transfixed, dick aching, heart racing.
Then she lifted her head and looked right at him. Heat arced between
them for a heartbeat, two. Suddenly, an audacious smile shaped her lush
mouth . . . just before she raised her hips to him in offering. “Please . . .”
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Fire speared him. Leave or fuck her now—his only two options.
Fucking her would be sublimely easy. And would do absolutely nothing to
help him achieve the future he yearned for.
With a curse, he whirled out of her bedroom and raced into the
bathroom, locking the door behind him. He leaned against it, every breath a
harsh saw out of his chest. But the image of her self-pleasuring was burned
into his brain, his name on her lips reverberating in his head.
How could he want someone so much who was so bad for him?
Shaking his head, he started the shower. One way or another, he
needed relief now. If he was going to be smart and resist Alyssa, it was
going to have to be by his own hand. Otherwise, he would never sleep. And
be far too tempted to stalk into her bedroom and have her every way
known to man.
Quickly, he dropped his clothes and stepped under the slowly warming
spray without checking the water temperature first. He hissed at the cold,
but his body was too overheated to care.
He rolled his shoulders under the spray, then grabbed his cock, trying
to picture Emily—light brown hair, hazel eyes, apple-pie appeal. He knew
she was kind and optimistic and eager for a family. But what would she
look like without clothes? What kind of lover would she be?
Luc couldn‟t picture her sexually at all.
But sex wasn‟t everything. He enjoyed her sense of humor and
friendship, her sweetness and . . . The idea of sex with her