midsection and felt his muscles tighten. He sucked in his breath at the brush of her fingers against the sensitive skin of his abdomen.
As she eased down his zipper, he tugged off her skirt and cast it aside. Shoes, slacks, socks and leggings followed.
At last they were down to bare essentials. Or nearly bare.
When he peeled off her panties, she didnât demur. When his kisses moved lower, she knotted her fingers and tugged at his hair. The low rumbling purr became more of a growl and he lifted his head to grin at her. âLike that?â
âNo,â she muttered. âHate it. What do you think?â
He laughed. It was a smoky laugh, a teasing laugh. And when he bent his head to press the kisses more intimately still, as much as she would have liked to just lie there and savor it, she wasnât giving him that much control.
She plucked the tie up again and slid it down his back. She touched him with it, teased him with it, tantalized him with it. She rubbed it over his body, across his chest, between his legs.
She heard his breath come in a harsh gasp. âLike that?â she purred.
âTease. Devil. Minx.â He was breathing hard, his face was flushed, the skin taut. She could feel the hardness of him, the need. She slid the tie around and over, back and forth.
âSi-errrrrr-a!â
She laughed. It was a throaty laugh, a self-satisfied laughâand it turned into a gasp, too, when Dominicâs mouth caught her unawares.
They twisted, they turned, they tangled and wrestled. Gently but fiercely. Determined to give each other the ultimate pleasure.
And finally, when she thought she could bear it no longer, Dominic parted her legs and slid in.
Sierra welcomed him. Her body stilled, settled, softened.
And Dominic, embraced, shuddered against her, trembling, scrabbling for the last vestiges of control.
And he might have managed to regain it if Sierra hadnât shifted beneath him, hadnât dug her heels against the backs of his thighs, hadnât grinned and said, âWhat are you waiting for, Wolfe?â
He looked startled. Then he grinned. âNot a damn thing!â He drew back just a little, then thrust deeper.
Sierra met him halfway, her hips rocking, her fingers clenching, her body moving as easily and eagerly as his. He might have lost control, but she wasnât far behind and she knew it.
Two more desperate thrusts and he was over the edge. âI canâtâ!â
âShh!â She arched against him, her nails digging into his back as she rode the crest of his climax to an equally shattering one of her own.
It was every bit as incredible as it had been that night in Kansas.
But could you build a marriage on it?
That was what Sierra wanted to know.
CHAPTER THREE
W HEN he awoke there was a woman wrapped around him. Dominicâs eyes jerked wide and his whole body went rigid at the shock.
Who? What?
He never slept with the women he had sex with. Never! So how had heâ? He eased his head back to peer down at the head resting on his chest.
It was purple.
It all came back like a punch to the gut. His father. Viveca. The ultimatum.
His marriage.
To Sierra.
God.
He was married to Sierra Kelly. He had slept with Sierra Kelly! He held himself absolutely still and tried to think. It wasnât easy.
Not with Sierra in his arms.
The sudden tension in his body seemed to disturb her. She sighed and wriggled closer, her fingers curving against his ribs, one of her legs slid over his. Her thigh rubbed against his groin. She tucked her foot between his knees, wiggled it, then slid it down his calf. And up again.
Dominic stopped breathing.
Sierra didnât. She shifted and nuzzled him and he felt her soft breath stirring the hair on his chest. Then her lips brushed one hard nipple.
Dominic sucked air.
He was used to the early morning reactions of his body. He wasnât used to turning into the rock of Gibraltar.
He wanted her now.
As she eased down his zipper, he tugged off her skirt and cast it aside. Shoes, slacks, socks and leggings followed.
At last they were down to bare essentials. Or nearly bare.
When he peeled off her panties, she didnât demur. When his kisses moved lower, she knotted her fingers and tugged at his hair. The low rumbling purr became more of a growl and he lifted his head to grin at her. âLike that?â
âNo,â she muttered. âHate it. What do you think?â
He laughed. It was a smoky laugh, a teasing laugh. And when he bent his head to press the kisses more intimately still, as much as she would have liked to just lie there and savor it, she wasnât giving him that much control.
She plucked the tie up again and slid it down his back. She touched him with it, teased him with it, tantalized him with it. She rubbed it over his body, across his chest, between his legs.
She heard his breath come in a harsh gasp. âLike that?â she purred.
âTease. Devil. Minx.â He was breathing hard, his face was flushed, the skin taut. She could feel the hardness of him, the need. She slid the tie around and over, back and forth.
âSi-errrrrr-a!â
She laughed. It was a throaty laugh, a self-satisfied laughâand it turned into a gasp, too, when Dominicâs mouth caught her unawares.
They twisted, they turned, they tangled and wrestled. Gently but fiercely. Determined to give each other the ultimate pleasure.
And finally, when she thought she could bear it no longer, Dominic parted her legs and slid in.
Sierra welcomed him. Her body stilled, settled, softened.
And Dominic, embraced, shuddered against her, trembling, scrabbling for the last vestiges of control.
And he might have managed to regain it if Sierra hadnât shifted beneath him, hadnât dug her heels against the backs of his thighs, hadnât grinned and said, âWhat are you waiting for, Wolfe?â
He looked startled. Then he grinned. âNot a damn thing!â He drew back just a little, then thrust deeper.
Sierra met him halfway, her hips rocking, her fingers clenching, her body moving as easily and eagerly as his. He might have lost control, but she wasnât far behind and she knew it.
Two more desperate thrusts and he was over the edge. âI canâtâ!â
âShh!â She arched against him, her nails digging into his back as she rode the crest of his climax to an equally shattering one of her own.
It was every bit as incredible as it had been that night in Kansas.
But could you build a marriage on it?
That was what Sierra wanted to know.
CHAPTER THREE
W HEN he awoke there was a woman wrapped around him. Dominicâs eyes jerked wide and his whole body went rigid at the shock.
Who? What?
He never slept with the women he had sex with. Never! So how had heâ? He eased his head back to peer down at the head resting on his chest.
It was purple.
It all came back like a punch to the gut. His father. Viveca. The ultimatum.
His marriage.
To Sierra.
God.
He was married to Sierra Kelly. He had slept with Sierra Kelly! He held himself absolutely still and tried to think. It wasnât easy.
Not with Sierra in his arms.
The sudden tension in his body seemed to disturb her. She sighed and wriggled closer, her fingers curving against his ribs, one of her legs slid over his. Her thigh rubbed against his groin. She tucked her foot between his knees, wiggled it, then slid it down his calf. And up again.
Dominic stopped breathing.
Sierra didnât. She shifted and nuzzled him and he felt her soft breath stirring the hair on his chest. Then her lips brushed one hard nipple.
Dominic sucked air.
He was used to the early morning reactions of his body. He wasnât used to turning into the rock of Gibraltar.
He wanted her now.
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