Far From Heaven by Cherrie Lynn Page B

liquor. If not for him, she would have been. She would have ridden the woe-is-me train straight through until the dawn, and then she would have to face tomorrow alone.
    She would still have to face it alone, but at least she would have the glow of great sex around her. At least she would know the night before she’d had someone to laugh with, to make her feel good. It was all thanks to him. And she’d yet to return the favor. The hard length of him against her belly didn’t let her forget it. He was as hot and heavy as a brand lying against her.
    His eyes opened and his gaze met hers. Stole her breath. Not because of any sappy romance in the dark depths, but the promise of passion so wild and consuming she didn’t know if she’d ever be the same again. He almost…almost scared her, with that look. Scared her and tempted her. Reminded her of that moment in her Jeep when she’d felt as if a storm was coming. It was here now, poised on the brink of unleashing its fury all over her.
    Words crowded in her throat. She didn’t know which to utter. Fuck me, take me, hurt me, oh, God, make me forget my life, make me not care if tomorrow comes…
    All she said was his name, and it was enough.
    He fell on her like she was the oasis and he the parched desert traveler, his hand winding around behind her head and lifting her into his kiss. She opened to him, lips and legs parting for him to fit even closer to her. His tongue invaded her mouth as surely as she wished his cock would invade the hot need throbbing in her core.
    “Condom,” she gasped against his lips, and heard his low answering growl. It sounded more like frustration than anything else. She understood that totally, but… “I have some, if you don’t. In the drawer right there…”
    Never mind. She didn’t have time to wait for him to rummage around in an unfamiliar space looking for them. She reached over herself and he lifted to allow her. Mercifully, she found a little packet, ripped it with her teeth and reached between them. “Come here, baby.” Ordinarily she loved to watch a man do this, watch his hands stroke efficiently over himself as he rolled it down, but again, she didn’t have time to savor any moments here. If she didn’t get him inside her soon…
    Oh, damn , he was gorgeous. Long and thicker than she’d even hoped, the dusky flared head already leaking a pearly drop she longed to lick from him. He was going to feel so good she might not make it through this. She might die. End of problems.
    She swallowed a hysterical giggle, scarcely believing she was about to get spectacularly laid with a complete stranger. Yeah, it was so not her, but maybe she’d just met another side of herself she hadn’t known existed. Maybe they should get better acquainted.
    Her task finished, she settled back on the pillows and he followed, stretching out over her. The minor condom speed bump had little effect on their momentum. He kissed her hard and she was lost again, flipping end over end through a maelstrom of lust. The blunt head of him found her entrance, feeling ten times bigger than it had looked, and the death she was anticipating, oh yeah, it was coming for her after all. She nearly came just from the touch of him there, and when he pushed…
    The world ended. And began again. He stretched her beyond the point of pain, but so many sensations mingled it was impossible to extract it from the pleasure. Just when she thought he couldn’t give her any more, he had more to give her. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, she caught his hips in a death grip with her thighs.
    “So fucking good,” he murmured in her ear. She could only sob her agreement. Good, so good, she didn’t think anything had ever felt so good. He was burning hot above her, inside her, damn, she melted around him. But he wasn’t moving fast enough—he wasn’t moving at all—and she needed to move .
    “Please,” she whispered, making a little circle with her hips, the most she