Berserker's Rage

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back like a sentinel.
    Nodding, she reset the system. The solid red light eased some of her fears every time she saw it.
    “Can I get you a drink?” She asked, clasping her hands in front of her.
    Hal erased the space between them. “Felicity, nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to happen. We can go over there and talk,” he indicated the couch. “Or we can get back on the elevator, get in your car and drive to the beach. Whatever you want to do.”
    A sigh escaped her lips. “Will you kiss me?”
    “I’ve wanted to do that for months.” His big hands settled on her hips, his lips came down, a gentle brush against hers.
    She’d been kissed, several times before, but never had it felt so right.
    A moan bubbled up from deep within her, an answering groan came out of Hal. His tongue swept out, tracing her mouth in an erotic dance. She opened, welcoming him inside, letting him caress her tongue, mimicking what she wanted him to do with his body.
    Her fingers bunched his fine dress shirt, tugging it free of his dress slacks. Warm skin lay beneath as she delved under. Cool air hit her back, making her aware her own top had been pulled up.
    She broke away from the kiss, and lifted the thin blouse off and over her head, watching as Hal did the same. She marveled at his body.
    He was a solid six foot four blond, blue eyed, Viking god, and he was all hers for the night. Pushing thoughts of not being worthy aside, she reached behind her to unhook her bra. His eyes flared, completely focusing on what she was exposing. Felicity thought of putting on a show. She imagined he’d had women who had done all manner of sexy stripteases for him, but she banished the negativity. While she’d been healing, a moment of clarity had come to her, and that was to not dwell on the past. The faceless women were in his past, and possibly future, she was the present, and wasn’t going to waste a moment on them.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Hal moved forward, replacing Felicity’s hands with his own, running them down her torso. Watching her remove her top and bra nearly undid him. It had been too damn long since he’d been with a woman. Seeing her beautiful tan skin was one thing, but the sexy pale pink lace bra barely containing her breasts had him hard enough to pound nails. As she’d peeled the covering off, his feet had moved before he’d realized it.
    His hands spanned her waist, and he lifted her off her feet. “Wrap your legs around me, and point the way, ma petite .” He barely recognized his own voice.
    “Straight down the hall.”
    Her breathy voice made his dick jump in his pants. If he didn’t come the moment he got inside her, he surely deserved a medal.
    With unerring accuracy, he carried his woman to her room. Without missing a beat, he gripped the handle and entered while she kissed his neck and nibbled his ear.
    “If you don’t stop that I’ll come in my pants like a teen boy reading his dads playboy.” Hal squeezed her ass, tracing his fingers up the seam of her crack.
    “Did you do that?” Her question had him pausing.
    “What?” Hal laid her down on the king sized bed. He wondered why she had such a large bed, jealousy made his inner being rise up.
    “Hey, what’s put that look on your face?” Felicity unlocked her ankles from around him.
    There could be nobody else in the room with them. Hal ruthlessly wrangled control back. “I’m amazed you have such a big bed.”
    “Oh, yeah. My mom insisted. She said someday I would thank her.” She looked down his body, hunger evident in the green gaze.
    “I’d thank your mama, but I don’t think she’d appreciate it.” Hal leaned on his elbows and kissed her nose.
    “Talking about my mom is sort of a mood killer.” She punctuated the words with a thrust of her hips.
    Standing back up between her spread thighs, Hal was sure he was the luckiest bastard alive. The bed was the perfect height for him to line his cock up, or if he was to get on his

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