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She murmured, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," as the tight burning need rose higher and higher. When she tried to ease away from him, afraid she'd shatter too soon, he just followed her, stalking her, never letting up for a second.

Desperate to get away, she almost fell off her stilettos. It felt so damn good, so hot, so wet, so perfect and she couldn't stop if he didn't stop.

The light from her teardrop crystal chandelier fell on Lucas's head, drawing out the caramel highlights in his hair. The hair that she was just about ripping out at the roots.

He pulled back far enough to murmur, "Come for me, Ashley. Please."

Like as if she were doing him some kind of favor. She would have laughed, except he buried his mouth in her and sucked her clitoris.

Her head snapped back, a low groan ripping out of her, as she exploded, spasms of pleasure rocking through her body. It was short, volcanic in intensity, and left her stunned. She shuddered, she shivered, she whimpered.

"Lucas, oh my God," she managed as she tried to remember to breathe, her body still pulsing from the cataclysmic orgasm.

Her legs wobbled when he let go of her. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized he was ripping off his jeans, his briefs, tearing open a condom. But it didn't really register what that meant until he wrapped her leg around his thigh and slid into her, hard and possessive, sinking in like he owned the place.

Ashley came again. Immediately. And was so damn shocked that she did fall off her shoes, landing on the flat side of the sandals. Which only sent him deeper inside her as they both moaned.

Her inner muscles convulsed, her whole body tingled, as he pulled back and thrust up into her again. Going on her tiptoes, she kicked her slip-on shoes out of the way and held onto his chest, her forehead resting against his shoulder. She could smell his skin, a musky sensual scent, intermixed with the sweetness of her own desire rising between them.

He was moving in her, hard, steady strokes, and Ashley nipped his skin, wanting to taste him, wanting to feel and experience all of this moment. Everything felt hot, over-bright, sharply in focus. She was dizzy, out of control, holding onto Lucas, thinking that this was something more, something deeper, than what she'd ever had with any other man.

Maybe it was because they knew each other so well. Because they cared.

Whatever it was, when Lucas groaned with ecstasy in her ear, he touched a spot in her heart that she hadn't even known existed. "Ash."

Then while she was overwhelmed, in awe, he came inside her with one last fast thrust. Squeezing her muscles around him to further his pleasure, Ashley watched his face, watched his eyes roll back, watched his jaw twitch, studied the dewy perspiration on his upper lip with a kind of feminine triumph.

She had done that.

He wanted her. Desired her. Lost his control in her.

And that made her feel very, very sexy.

"Whoa," he said, after he had stopped pulsing in her.

Ashley gave a soft laugh. "Is that your scientific conclusion?"

"Yes. Based on the fact that this was incredible."

"Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" Ashley kissed his shoulder, then eased herself off of him, and stepped back with a grin.

She felt fabulous, her body still tingling and shivering with aftershocks. It was the rush of running a marathon and winning. Or more accurately, like scoring big at a Nieman-Marcus sidewalk sale. Sexy shoes for five bucks.

The floor was sticky beneath her feet from humidity, and she stepped back into her stilettos, lifting herself up two inches. The room was hot, suffocating, and her hair was damp from sweat. Turning, she headed on wobbly legs toward the fan she had standing behind her dining room table.

"Where are you going?"

She glanced back at Lucas, who was watching her, one hand unrolling the condom, neither his erection nor his expression looking like he was finished for the night.

Good.

"Just turning on the fan. It's hot in here."

With a flip of the switch, it started up, blowing cool air across her heated body, sending delightful little shivers through her. It caressed her hot inner thighs, her hardened nipples, her tight belly, and she lifted the heavy hair up off her neck to dry the dampened curls.

"This feels good, Lucas. Come here."

The air dancing across her was turning her on, and she was hoping for round two.

"Coming."

Perfect.

Seven

Lucas wondered if Ashley had any idea what she looked like bent over that fan completely naked, wearing high heels.

Given the tone of her voice, he suspected she did. Which meant she wouldn't be shocked when he came up behind her and slid his cock back into her.

Because once wasn't enough for him. He didn't think a lifetime would be enough, but he was hoping to settle for that.

It was stifling in her apartment, a side effect of being on the second floor of a ninety-year-old house with the original windows. Her air-conditioning was twenty years old and mediocre, and the sun had pounded heavily all day. It was probably still seventy-five degrees outside and eighty in the house, even though it was eleven at night.

So there was definitely a need to stay naked. And Ashley looked so good doing it. She was bent just a little, enticingly, her back arching, the bumps of her spine curving gracefully. Her ass was high and firm, her waist dipping in so it created an hourglass shape. Those blond curls of hers blew behind her as she dug her fingers in the crown of her hair, her head tilted.

Lucas walked toward her, sweating from want more than from the heat. There was just something so unbelievably sexy about the lines of her body. He dropped down on his haunches and caressed her ankle.

Ashley jerked. "What are you doing down there?"

"Making my way up." The cool air from the fan came between her spread legs and hit him in the chest. Lucas licked the back of Ashley's calf, tracing the curve of the muscle to the back of her knee.

She sighed, the sound almost lost over the hum of the fan. He kissed the soft skin behind her knee, let his fingers follow along behind his mouth as he edged higher and higher, inch by luscious inch. Lucas let his eyes drift half closed, let himself hold onto her other leg and nudge his nose up to the underside of her ass.

"Lucas…" she said in that plaintive way she had of drawing out his name. She had always strung his name out, sometimes in humor, sometimes in annoyance, sometimes in affection, but he liked this way the best, the way she sounded so aroused, so shocked at her own reaction, so sure they were being naughty and yet liking it.

"Hmmm?" He got his head between her legs, urging her legs farther apart. "Hold onto the fan, baby."

She did, even as she was saying, "This is crazy, what are you doing?"

It took a little maneuvering, but he was able to twist and reach her soft inner folds. He spread her, blew on her swollen, slick, secret spot. "Cooling you off."

Her voice was strangled. "That's having the opposite effect."

Allowing one quick lick first, he retreated. "Sorry." But he had ascertained she was still moist, ready for him. Important information since he was about to stand up and enter her.

"No problem." Her breasts heaved and her eyes were clamped shut.

Lucas moved out from between her legs, enjoying the cry of disappointment she gave.:

"That was cruel," she remarked. "What am I holding on to the fan for if you're leaving?"

"Because I'm planning on doing this." He aligned himself behind her, held her waist, and urged, "Bend over a little more."

"Why?" But she did it anyway, and he figured she had to know what it was he wanted.

Then he was nudging deep inside her, groaning as her vaginal muscles clamped around him and squeezed. "Is this cruel?"

Ashley clutched the fan and decided these shoes needed to be flung out the window. Lucas kept catching her off guard, and she was going to sprain an ankle with one false move. Since he had her straining and squirming and wiggling, it wouldn't be hard to take a tumble off the heels.