Chapter Three

“I thought I heard an argument out here,” Melissa said.

Mike nodded. He hated lying to her, but he couldn’t tell her the truth. Not yet. “Tito showed. Before I could snag him, a big dog chased him into his car. He and his friend took off. Wait inside. I’ll call Derek.”

Melissa nodded and closed the door behind her.

Mike made the call. “Derek, they stopped by just now but took off before I could do anything. They’re headin’ downtown. See if you can spot ’em.”

Mike put away his cell and went inside. Melissa waited alone in the front room.

“So, what happened?”

“Nothing much. They’re gone now, but you need a bodyguard as well as your security man twenty-four-seven. Where is he?”

“Paul? I asked him to make sure the back door was locked.”

“Good, but you need someone up front at the same time.”

“All right. How about you? I feel safer with you here anyway.”

Mike feared spending that much time near Melissa would be torture. He ached to make her his. How could he keep his needs under control if he was around her every day and night?

He couldn’t refuse her. “If you’re sure you want me?” Hell. He faced pure torture. “I have a cousin who makes a great bodyguard.”

She shook her head. “No, I’d rather you took the job. That is, if you have time.”

He smiled at her. “I have time. That’s no problem.” The problem was he couldn’t keep his hands off her. Wanted to bury himself deep in her slick heat.

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Melissa switched on the dishwasher. With Mike helping, it hadn’t taken any time to clean up the kitchen after dinner. She turned and smiled at him. Light playing in his eyes, he smiled back. He was the sexiest guy she’d ever known. She wanted him to make love to her, now.

Why was that all she could think about when he was around? She knew his lovemaking would be beyond anything she’d experienced before. He’d already proven it by making her feel things she’d never felt with other men she’d kissed.

This time, she wanted him inside her. He probably kept a condom in his wallet. His wallet was still in his jeans pocket, and his jeans hugged the tightest, sexiest butt. With that thought, her face heated.

She looked into his topaz eyes and recognized the stark hunger there. He wanted her, too. She slid her hands around his hips and squeezed his firm butt. “Mike…”

With his arms wrapped around her, he growled deep in his chest. Lowering his head, he looked into her eyes until their lips met. At the soft brush of his warm lips over hers, Melissa closed her eyes and hummed with pleasure.

He reached to turn off the light. She was glad since she didn’t want her neighbors watching through the kitchen window. She breathed in, and his scent made her head spin.

His kiss becoming more passion filled, he hugged her closer. Suddenly, he broke the kiss and swept her off her feet and into his arms. “Where would you like to go?” he asked.

Melissa circled his neck with her arms and considered his question. Did it matter? “I don’t have any particular place in mind. How about you?”

“Let’s start in the bedroom.” He headed down the hall to her room.

The way he held her, so effortlessly, Melissa felt light as a feather. He set her on her feet in front of her dresser and stepped behind her. She watched him in the dresser mirror as he pulled his knit shirt off, baring his magnificent chest and torso. She couldn’t wait to run her hands over his golden skin.

Should she unbutton her blouse?

He swiped a hand through his black hair and rested his hands on her shoulders. “Do you want me to help you?”

The thought of him undressing her sent a rush of aching desire to spread deep in her belly. “Yes.”

He moved close enough behind her that his erection nudged between her hips. She hissed in a breath at the erotic sensation.

His capable hands pulled her blouse from her jeans and unbuttoned the lower buttons. The touch of his fingers over her stomach made her shiver. She glanced in the mirror. His naked, broad shoulders and tapering torso framed her body. He worked his way up her blouse until all the buttons were undone. Parting the edges, he unhooked her bra. She shuddered as his fingers grazed the valley between her breasts. His hands spread open the garments and cupped her breasts, tweaking and flicking her nipples.

The flesh between her thighs heated, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. Beneath lowered lashes, she watched him in the mirror as he dipped his head and nuzzled her neck. He peeled her blouse and bra straps off her shoulders and brushed his mouth over her skin, licking before his teeth squeezed gently. She trembled. He looked dangerous, as though he would devour her. He tossed her clothing on the floor.

His warm hands returned to her shoulders. One hand stroked upward along the sensitive skin of her neck. She tilted her head, and his lips trailed kisses over the side of her face while his gentle fingers teased her throat. She gasped as his other hand slid beneath her jeans and brushed over her swollen flesh.

When his hands suddenly left her, she wondered if her legs would hold her. She opened her eyes as he removed her shoes and eased her jeans down. After she stepped from them, he tossed her jeans to the floor. He stood and turned her. Gathering her close, he ravished her mouth with his. She moaned in pleasure. He deepened the kiss even more while she tangled her tongue with his.

Groping for his waistband, she unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his hips with his boxers. He broke the kiss, stepped back, pulled off his boots, and shucked his clothes. He left them on the floor. Wrapping her in his arms, he held her so close she could feel every heated inch of his sculpted body. Skin to skin felt incredible.

The length of his erection pressed into her stomach. Suddenly, he broke the embrace and turned her as he moved behind her, his hands sweeping over her breasts and lower. His fingers parted her swollen folds, titillating her flesh.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, pressing kisses to the side of her face.

Melissa turned her head to kiss him as she reached back with her hands and gripped his butt cheeks. He gave a sharp moan, his erection jerking against her bottom. The erotic sensation increased her aching need. His long fingers gently probed, stoking the heated tension building inside her. When he slowly slid one finger within her slick sheath, she cried out and bucked.

“Hold on to the edge of the dresser,” he commanded, his tone thready, urgent.

She glanced at him in the mirror. He stared at her, his eyes dark and hooded. She did as he said just as his other hand cupped her breast. His deft fingers teased the puckered nipple with intense pleasure that shot pulses to her wet opening. God, this was heaven.

Suddenly, he left her. Weak from sensations, she turned, wondering what he intended. He grabbed his jeans and removed a condom from his wallet. Anticipation stopped her breath. Dropping everything else, he tore open the wrapping and rolled the condom over his erection.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he urged, moving close behind her again.

She did as he asked, feeling open and vulnerable before him. Would her legs hold her? She didn’t think they would. His hands grasped her hips. She was wet and aching, hungry for him.

Waiting for his touch, desire heightened in her. He separated her sensitive folds with one hand, the other holding her snug against him. He circled her clit, his fingers first gentle and then more forceful. She gasped with pleasure.

His mouth closed over the curve of her shoulder, his teeth gently squeezing. The head of his erection caressed the opening of her sheath. She held her breath, savoring the sweet sensation. The engorged head of his penis stretched her, entered her, slid slowly inside. A sound of pure enjoyment came from him. She pressed her lips together as he thrust slowly, deeply, filling her all the way to her womb. Heavens, it felt so right.

His heart pounded against her back, his body strong and masterful. His warm breath caressed her. The hand that held her cupped her between her thighs, building the fire. His fingers stroked her swollen clit. She shivered and her back arched. He slid partway out of her and thrust deeper, his muscular thighs, damp and hot, rubbing hers.

“Come for me, honey,” he rasped, his breath warm against her ear, cool against her sweat-dampened throat.

She swallowed a shriek of intense pleasure as he filled her with the thick length of his cock and stroked an extremely sensitive place inside. He pulled out and thrust again. Pressure built. “Mike. Yes!”

Her orgasm rocked her. She bucked with the force of it.

He held her tight against him and surged inside her, never leaving her as her climax stroked around him with uncontrolled pulses. He thrust once more.

She moaned, shaking. “That’s incredible.”

Mike held her, caressing her as his own pleasure grew unbelievably. She turned her head and kissed his wet brow. The gentle lick of her tongue and her hot, slick sheath squeezing his cock catapulted him to the heavens. He shouted in pleasure, his body arching over her as he spent himself deep inside her wet velvet. His body continued to pump. He wasn’t finished before he felt the contractions of Melissa’s body as she came again with a cry of delight. Her second climax added to his intense pleasure.

“My God, you’re incredible,” he rasped.

He wrapped her in his arms and pulled her snug along his body. She turned her face toward his. Tilting her head, she offered her lips for the most satisfying kiss he’d ever known. He hugged her, sharing soft, tender kisses until his body relaxed in sweetest paradise. He’d never felt at one with anyone before.

Melissa was a beautiful treasure. He would guard her with his life. Whatever it took.

He slipped from her slick vagina. “Stay right there for a second.” He removed the condom and dispensed it. He lifted her into his arms, backed to the bed, and sat down with her in his lap.

She smiled at him, looking dreamy and satisfied. “That was the most amazing sex I’ve ever experienced,” she breathed. “You were fantastic.”

“You were pretty amazing yourself,” he said. He dipped his head to lick and then suckle one soft nipple.

She writhed against him, her hand gliding over his shoulder. It wouldn’t take much to turn her on again. He released her nipple and moved to kiss her sweet lips. She half turned, one leg bending at the knee as she stretched up his torso. With her legs parted, he slipped one hand between her thighs, his fingers stroking through her swollen, wet folds. She breathed in sharply. He slid a finger deep inside her sheath. She bucked and whimpered. It was time to take her to bed.