Miracle On 5th Avenue (From Manhattan with Love 3)

He lowered her to the floor, the power of his body steadying hers as she stood on shaky legs. She felt him, hard and ready, through the thin fabric of her underwear and closed her fingers in the front of his shirt.

“Now. Now. Now—” She repeated the word over and over again like a mantra and he crushed his mouth to hers to silence her, his rough “no” muted by the pressure of his lips on hers.

She ran her hands down his back. “Don’t make me wait. It’s been a while.”

“All the more reason why it’s worth doing this properly.” His hands were in her hair, his mouth on hers and they kissed, both of them insatiable, as if the erotic dance of tongues and the heated exchange of breath were necessary for life.

It was the first time she’d been inside Lucas’s bedroom, but she didn’t even look at it. She could have been anywhere, for all the attention she paid to her surroundings. Her whole world was him, and she couldn’t look away from the molten burn of desire in his eyes.

She slid her hand down his body and covered the thickness of him with the flat of her hand. The intimacy of that touch seemed to shock him from the frenzy that consumed them both.

“This is crazy.” He groaned the words against her mouth. “You want true love, and I’m not Prince Charming.”

“Prince Charming was a weird stalker guy with a foot fetish.” Breathless, she locked both hands behind his neck to stop him pulling away. “You taught me that.”

“But he married the girl.”

“I don’t want to marry you. I just want you to give me an orgasm.”

“Just the one? You have low expectations.” His mouth was back on hers, his kiss skilled and deliciously explicit.

Had a kiss ever felt like this before? No. Never.

She tugged his shirt from the waistband of his trousers and he caught her hand, his breathing ragged.

“Eva—”

“I want this.” And then it occurred to her through the mists of desire that perhaps he was looking for a reason to stop. “How about you?”

“Yes.” He didn’t hesitate. “Yes, I want this.”

“In that case—” She hooked her leg behind his and a second later he was on his back on the bed staring up at her.

“What the hell was that?”

“That,” she said proudly as she straddled him, “was my deadly move.” She reached down and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. “I need you naked.” Her fingers slid on the fabric and she gave a growl of frustration and lowered her hands to his zipper instead. “Forget it. Naked is overrated.”

She heard him swear under his breath and then he covered her hands with his and helped her finish the job. His clothes hit the floor and she felt another stab of desire as she ran her hands over powerful male muscle.

It had been so long since she’d had a relationship that had gone beyond a conversation and a kiss. So long since she’d been naked with a man. Since she’d touched and been touched.

Maybe she should have been nervous, but she wasn’t. She’d never wanted anything more in her life.

He flipped her onto her back and shifted himself over her, pinning her there with his weight.

Breathless, she slid her hand over his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Can’t stand a woman on top?”

“It’s the only way I can slow this down. You wanted an orgasm. I’m here to make sure it’s the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”

“Honestly, any orgasm would be good.” She was squirmin

g under him but he pinned her flat, holding her still.

“You need to lift your ambitions, sweetheart. Never settle for good when you can have great.”

“Okay, but could you just—”

“No.” He silenced her with his mouth. “How we do this is my decision. You’re delegating.”