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his touch,
and sent another streak of desire down to my core. He bent his head to lap at
my nipples with his tongue and his fingers toyed with the soft, wet folds
between my legs, until I was whimpering with need once again, my back arching
to meet his hand.
    He paused to fish for a foil packet in the
pocket of his abandoned jeans, his eyes never leaving mine, and then, having
rolled on the condom, he plunged into me, hard and unrelenting, no question
that he was taking me, thoroughly owning me.
    Not that I was protesting. There was no
doubt in my mind I wanted to be taken, to feel him deep inside. The scent of
his skin and the feel of his hard body against mine were intoxicating. For once
I wasn’t sensible Melissa thinking things through. I was nothing but a mass of
aching need as our bodies thrust together.
    I loved how he took possession of me with
his body, but it was the way he looked into my eyes as he took me that held me
spellbound. It was as if he was really seeing me, that the sex was as much
about me as about him, that I wasn’t just a woman there to satisfy his needs,
but Melissa, a woman he wanted to be with at that moment.
    When I came and called out his name, it was
as if the room shattered around me. That had never happened to me. Not with the
idiot I wish I’d never given the time of day to in high school. Nor with the
boyfriend I’d dated for six months in college. No, it took one night with a guy
called Nathan with gorgeous green eyes to show me that sex could be so good.
    When I came back to earth, Nathan was
looking down at me, smiling. He had slowed his movements while I came, and now
he was ready to take his own pleasure, hard and fast. He rammed into me over
and over, capturing me, body and soul, and my hips rose to meet his, wanting to
give him every ounce of pleasure he had given me. He called out when he came,
beautiful, yet vulnerable and raw. I think I loved him from that moment, though
I would never have admitted it to myself or to him.

CHAPTER 7
     
     
    I didn’t know as I lay in Nathan’s bed if there
would be any more nights with him, so I savored every moment, wringing every
drop of pleasure out of it
    He made me feel sexy and alive. He made me
feel...oh God...he made me feel loved, I realized. That was dangerous. How
could I fall for him so quickly? I had no defense against him, against his good
humor and charm, his body, his relentless inventive pleasuring of me that felt
to me like making love even if it was only “fucking” to him.
    Nothing in my previous experience had ever
soured me against men. But there had been nothing to delight or entice me,
either. Nathan opened my eyes. If he gave me nothing else but that one night he
had forever changed me. I could not experience that level of pleasure and
passion and not want it again.
    Was this just going to be a one-night
stand? A guy like Nathan could have any girl he wanted. It just so happened he
had chosen me that night. Another night, I fully expected he would choose
another girl, even though I hated the idea. But when I woke, the sunlight
streaming onto his bed through a gap in the curtains, I still wanted to enjoy
the moment as he lay naked beside me, knowing I’d had that one special night
with him.
    He caught me looking at him.
    “Hi,” he said, drowsily, “sleep well?”
    “I did. I think you wore me out.”
    “Sorry about that. I couldn’t resist you.”
He grinned.
    “You couldn’t resist quite a few times, I
seem to recall.”
    “If you stay naked like that, you’re going
to entice me again,” he said, reaching out to cup my breast and lazily stroking
my nipple with his thumb, until I gave a soft moan and I was writhing with the
pleasure of his touch.
    “You know I’m out of a job today, down on
my luck, don’t you? I might need cheering up. Do you need to get home for
anything?”
    “Nothing that can’t wait.”
    Another day with Nathan! My heart was
skipping a beat. My body was a little tender, but I