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Scarlet Nights (Edilean 3)

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“So now I’m married to some gorgeous hunk who seems to have slept with half the universe but he won’t touch me.” She glared at Mike. “What happened to real men?” Angry, she turned to go to her bedroom.

Mike caught her arm before she took a step and for a moment he looked into her eyes.

Sara tried to jerk away from him, but he held fast and pulled her to him with a jolt that almost knocked the breath out of her.

Mike had kissed her before, but they’d always been sedate kisses, chaste and pure. But not now. His mouth opened over hers and his tongue assaulted hers with a force that nearly made Sara collapse. Her mind was full of the sight of his body and she wanted to touch it, to run her mouth over every inch of it.

Mike seemed to be thinking the same thing as he reached for the shoulder of her wedding gown.

“Tear it and I’ll never forgive you,” she murmured, her lips on his cheek.

“You’ve dealt with too many boys,” Mike said and two minutes later her dress fell to her feet. She couldn’t imagine how he’d so quickly and deftly unfastened all the satin buttons down the back.

When Mike saw her without the dress, he drew in his breath. Joce had overseen Sara’s undergarments, so she wore a pale pink corset of silk and lace, and a garter belt with pink hose that reached to midthigh. Her white heels were at least four inches tall.

“Sara,” he whispered, and for the first time she saw his face without its guarded expression. He wore a look of desire so strong that Sara felt her body grow weak.

In the next second, Mike waved his arm across the little kitchen table and everything on it went flying. He lifted Sara up onto it, her long, slim legs, still in the stockings, hanging down, while Mike ripped off his own clothes. As his skin was exposed, Sara’s eyes widened. She’d seen his nude back, but the front of him was even better. He had strong pecs above a stomach that looked like a terrain map.

Reaching out, she put her hand on his warm skin and felt the rock hard contours while he removed his trousers and her underpants.

A moment later she saw that his chest wasn’t the only part of him that was “rock hard.” He entered her with all the pent-up desire he’d felt since he met her. And Sara clung to him, her mouth on his, searching, exploring. Her hands roamed over his body as she felt all the incredible muscle on him. She’d rarely seen bodies like his and certainly never touched one.

His low voice turned husky, and he told her how good she felt to him, how much he’d wanted her since the first. His voice and his lips excited her—all while he was sliding into her with long, deep, gentle strokes that gradually increased in strength and speed.

Sara’s arms went back against the wall, her hands made into claws, as Mike moved harder and faster. Faster and harder.

“Okay, baby?” he asked, his lips on her ear.

All Sara could do was moan.

When Mike slipped his hands under her bottom and lifted her so he could go deeper, Sara would have screamed if he hadn’t put his mouth over hers.

When she came, it was as though lava erupted from the center of her and flowed into her veins. Her whole body shook, and Mike held her to him, his arms around her as he also shuddered.

For Sara, she didn’t think she could have walked if her life depended on it, so Mike slid her forward on the table, keeping them attached in their most vital areas, and wrapped her legs around his hips. She clung to him, their sweaty skin pressed together. He carried her to Sara’s bedroom, where he dropped her onto her bed.

When he turned his back to her she came up on her elbows. “You aren’t leaving, are you?”

Turning, he smiled at her. “I was thinking of filling your tub with hot, soapy water and a generous dose of Scarlet Nights. Suit you?”

“Oh, yes,” Sara said. She lay back on the bed and listened to the water running and thought—She sat up. This was her wedding night, and the last thing she wanted to do was think.

She went to the bathroom and saw a naked Mike standing by the tub. His body was so beautiful that she just stood there and stared at him. She slowly looked from his toes, to his stomach, to his neck, to his lips. And when she got through she saw great evidence that he was ready for her again.

“What do you look like under all those clothes?” he asked in a voice that was little more than a growl.

“The best you’ve ever seen,” she said with a smile.

“Yeah? Well, let’s see.”

When she stood near him, he sat on the edge of the tub and slowly, expertly, began to undress her. He unsnapped the garters and with kisses began to unroll her stockings. When he got to her foot, he lifted it, put it on his thigh, and massaged it. His hand went up her leg, and after a few caresses in the center, his hand moved to her other leg and removed that stocking.

She started to turn around so he could reach the back clasps of her corset but he pulled her onto his lap and entered her. Sara wanted to move her hips, but he held her down as his hands reached around the back of her, and in seconds the corset was on the floor.

He kissed her, still not letting her move her hips, while his hands caressed the sides of her breasts, his thumbs moving inward to stroke her nipples.

By the time he released her so she could move up and down, she was groaning. She put one foot in the tub with its warm water, the other on the floor. Again Mike’s strong hands cupped her bottom as he helped her with her movements.



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