been there, done that. She wanted to grab for some of the pleasure that
here and now could afford her. She didn’t want marriage, she liked her freedom.
But she wanted to share some of that freedom as well. And she wanted that
person to be Fallon.
A weight seemed to lift from her shoulders when she came to
terms with that. Fallon was a man who lived life and wasn’t afraid to reach out
and grab what he wanted without apology. And right now, he seemed to want her.
That was good enough.
Her gaze focused on a form materializing in the distance. As
the person drew closer she was able to distinguish it was a man dressed in low
slung white pants and an unbuttoned white linen shirt that fluttered in the
breeze. His hair was thick and dark, his features deeply tanned, and he wore
dark sunglasses.
Her senses recognized him before she was even aware of
focusing her thoughts on him.
He moved closer and finally stopped in front of her, slowly
removing the glasses. His emerald gaze roved over her like a thirsty man
discovering a cool glass of water. He smiled and his even white teeth gleamed against
dark skin.
Fallon was all male, alluring and sensual. Everything she
remembered; everything she’d been unable to forget. The dark hairs on his
abdomen above the low set of his pants tantalized her. She itched to touch him.
“You came.”
She gazed into his eyes, couldn’t look away. She knew she’d
missed him, but hadn’t realized how ravenous she truly was. “Yes.”
The wind whipped around them as they stood staring at each
other. Then finally he reached out to cup her face and then swooped down to
claim her mouth, thrusting his tongue deep inside. He pulled her against him,
molding her to his body, pulling the passion from a well deep inside her.
He lifted his head and she saw the dilated lust filling his
gaze. “I’ve missed you, Helen. More than I thought I would.”
“I’ve missed you, too.” This time she was the one to reach
up to claim his lips and he surrendered to her. For long moments he held her in
his arms and she inhaled his familiar scent.
There was something different about this—vastly different
from when she’d engaged his services as her escort. This was intimacy in full
force, equal measure, and she wanted all of him.
She looked up at him. “I want you, Fallon. This time I want
every bit. I want to know every inch of flesh, every thought. I want to know
the man, not the paid escort. That’s not what this is about, is it?”
He shook his head as he stroked her hair. “No. And before we
go any further, my name is Lucas. Lucas Compton. From Tipton, Missouri.”
“Lucas,” she breathed, absorbing the name, the trust he
placed into her hands by exposing his true identity. She reached up to touch
his lips.
“I’m assuming you have a place to live down here, Lucas?”
He grinned. “It’s been a long time since anyone has called
me that. It sounds good coming from you.” He leaned closer, his lips against
her ear, his fingers clutched in her hair. “When I fuck you, when I’m so deep
inside you that you can’t breathe without feeling me there, that’s the name I
want to hear you scream out.”
Helen’s pussy flooded with her juices at his words, at the
image they projected into her mind. “Take me home, Lucas. I don’t think I can
wait another minute.”
She saw a devilish twinkle enter his eyes. “We could make
love right here—out in the open. Do you remember when I made you come in the hallway
of your hotel that first night? You liked it—the thought that someone might
come along and see us.”
“B-but that was different.” Her body was swamped with
tingling arousal at his words. It was tempting, but the first time he fucked
her, she wanted it somewhere that she could savor every moment.
He pulled her arm through his and led her along the beach, a
soft, sensual chuckle rippling through the air. “Maybe not this time. But don’t
expect that I’ll forget what really
here and now could afford her. She didn’t want marriage, she liked her freedom.
But she wanted to share some of that freedom as well. And she wanted that
person to be Fallon.
A weight seemed to lift from her shoulders when she came to
terms with that. Fallon was a man who lived life and wasn’t afraid to reach out
and grab what he wanted without apology. And right now, he seemed to want her.
That was good enough.
Her gaze focused on a form materializing in the distance. As
the person drew closer she was able to distinguish it was a man dressed in low
slung white pants and an unbuttoned white linen shirt that fluttered in the
breeze. His hair was thick and dark, his features deeply tanned, and he wore
dark sunglasses.
Her senses recognized him before she was even aware of
focusing her thoughts on him.
He moved closer and finally stopped in front of her, slowly
removing the glasses. His emerald gaze roved over her like a thirsty man
discovering a cool glass of water. He smiled and his even white teeth gleamed against
dark skin.
Fallon was all male, alluring and sensual. Everything she
remembered; everything she’d been unable to forget. The dark hairs on his
abdomen above the low set of his pants tantalized her. She itched to touch him.
“You came.”
She gazed into his eyes, couldn’t look away. She knew she’d
missed him, but hadn’t realized how ravenous she truly was. “Yes.”
The wind whipped around them as they stood staring at each
other. Then finally he reached out to cup her face and then swooped down to
claim her mouth, thrusting his tongue deep inside. He pulled her against him,
molding her to his body, pulling the passion from a well deep inside her.
He lifted his head and she saw the dilated lust filling his
gaze. “I’ve missed you, Helen. More than I thought I would.”
“I’ve missed you, too.” This time she was the one to reach
up to claim his lips and he surrendered to her. For long moments he held her in
his arms and she inhaled his familiar scent.
There was something different about this—vastly different
from when she’d engaged his services as her escort. This was intimacy in full
force, equal measure, and she wanted all of him.
She looked up at him. “I want you, Fallon. This time I want
every bit. I want to know every inch of flesh, every thought. I want to know
the man, not the paid escort. That’s not what this is about, is it?”
He shook his head as he stroked her hair. “No. And before we
go any further, my name is Lucas. Lucas Compton. From Tipton, Missouri.”
“Lucas,” she breathed, absorbing the name, the trust he
placed into her hands by exposing his true identity. She reached up to touch
his lips.
“I’m assuming you have a place to live down here, Lucas?”
He grinned. “It’s been a long time since anyone has called
me that. It sounds good coming from you.” He leaned closer, his lips against
her ear, his fingers clutched in her hair. “When I fuck you, when I’m so deep
inside you that you can’t breathe without feeling me there, that’s the name I
want to hear you scream out.”
Helen’s pussy flooded with her juices at his words, at the
image they projected into her mind. “Take me home, Lucas. I don’t think I can
wait another minute.”
She saw a devilish twinkle enter his eyes. “We could make
love right here—out in the open. Do you remember when I made you come in the hallway
of your hotel that first night? You liked it—the thought that someone might
come along and see us.”
“B-but that was different.” Her body was swamped with
tingling arousal at his words. It was tempting, but the first time he fucked
her, she wanted it somewhere that she could savor every moment.
He pulled her arm through his and led her along the beach, a
soft, sensual chuckle rippling through the air. “Maybe not this time. But don’t
expect that I’ll forget what really
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