Perfect Stranger (Serendipity's Finest 2.50)

Alexa had never felt so much. A lick, a touch from Luke, and she felt the pull from her nipple to her core, becoming fully aroused all over again.

Wonder overwhelmed her and she arched against him, seeking more. She was a one orgasm a night—or in this case day—kind of woman. Normally she didn’t think much of it, but the steady beat between her thighs made her hope that, just maybe, she wasn’t finished yet. She liked the thought.

She also appreciated that he’d made her come first, which had the effect of relaxing her and making her more comfortable around him. And completely ready. She wanted more of him, wanted him inside her. But she wasn’t selfish. Aware he was doing all the giving, Alexa levered herself up onto her knees.

“Your turn,” she said in a husky voice she barely recognized. “Undress.”

His golden brown eyes met hers. Without hesitating, he sat up and pulled off his shirt, giving her a glimpse of tanned skin, muscles that showed how hard he worked on his physique, and a sprinkling of light brown hair that covered his sexy chest.

She swallowed hard, her gaze never wandering as he reached for the button on his jeans. He stood, shucked them off, and returned to bed gloriously naked, completely erect, and so very, very male.

He took her breath away and, hesitantly, she reached for him. He grasped her wrist and placed

her hand against his chest. His heart beat out a rapid rhythm that she knew was all for her. She added her other hand, soaking up his hard heat.

“It’s your turn,” she said again, trailing a path downward with her hand.

“I’m not keepin’ count. That said, I’m not going to argue, either.” He pulled her against him and she got lost in another kiss that shot her ability to think to high heaven.

He surrounded her with his lips, his body, his scent, and when he eased her down to the bed, all she could do was feel his strength—and his impressive erection at the juncture of her thighs. She sighed at the brief contact, flesh against flesh, the tip of him merely grazing her most sensitive parts.

“Condom,” she managed.

“Shit.” He raised his head. “I was going to buy them in the hospital store but I figured you’d think that was too cocky.”

“I have some,” she murmured. But not for the reasons he probably thought. “I sometimes guest at the high school, teaching sex ed. Gotta have condoms if you want teenagers to get the safe sex talk.”

He tipped his head back and laughed. “Damn, I’d have liked to learn sex ed from someone who looked like you.” He chuckled some more before sobering. “Where are they?” he asked.

“My purse.” She pointed to the dresser across the room.

He rose and returned in a flash, handing her the bag. She reached inside and handed him a foil packet. He tore it open and sheathed himself by the time she’d tossed her purse onto the floor. Then he was back, his big body over hers, staring into her eyes at the same time he thrust deep, penetrating her hard and fast.

She sucked in a breath and he stilled.

“Breathe, darlin’. And relax.” His warm voice reverberated through her.

“It’s been a while,” she said, repeating herself.

He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and she responded instantly, her entire body easing, growing accustomed to him.

“That’s it,” he murmured.

Just the sound of his voice had her relaxing, and soon he was able to move inside her easily. His eyes darkened and he picked up rhythm, gliding in and out as if he were made to be there, arousing her body with every perfect thrust until the sensations took her back to the peak of pleasure. She met his eager thrusts, sought harder, deeper penetration, and he complied.

His hips pumped faster, hitting just the right spot, and just as he groaned and came hard, Alexa joined him, sparks flying as she came—again—harder than she ever had in her entire life.

* * *

Luke woke up in an unfamiliar place. He took stock and realized immediately he wasn’t drunk, thought back to yesterday and grinned. He was in Alexa Collins’s bed in her pretty purple bedroom. Normally, waking up in a one-night stand’s house would bother him, but Alexa wasn’t his typical hookup. In fact, she didn’t feel like a one-nighter at all.

They’d spent the day in her bed, ordered in Chinese for dinner, ate, and had more sex in her living room, followed by another round in her bed, before he fell asleep with her cuddled into him. He woke up this morning feeling pretty darn good. Luke didn’t understand it, probably because he’d never experienced anything like it—anyone like her. He might not get it, but he knew one thing for sure—he wasn’t finished with the good doctor just yet.

He rolled over, only to find the other side of the bed empty.

He patted the sheet and groaned. Not just empty. Cold. She’d obviously been up and gone awhile. Well, wasn’t that a kicker. The first time he wanted more from a woman, she obviously didn’t care enough to wake him to say good-bye.

He rose from the bed and discovered a note on top of his clothes, which Alexa had folded and placed on her dresser.