Half Way to Love
when he stopped her.
    “Just the panties. Leave the dress and shoes.”
    Even more excited, she scrambled out of her panties and dropped them over the side of the bed. Alex knelt between her legs. She stared, mouth dry, body aching. The man was a Greek god, seriously. A body like his should be illegal. Well, after she’d enjoyed it for a bit. Reaching out, she ran her fingertips over his chest, luxuriating in the ripple of muscle, the sinews, and hollows. His erect little nipple scraped her palm, and she gave a little yelp. The center of her hands had always been overly sensitive. She never allowed anyone to touch them because that was asking for trouble.
    Alex noticed the reaction, and curiosity flickered in his eyes. He grabbed one of her hands and lifted it to his mouth. The tip of his tongue flicked over her palm. She bit off a groan and tried pulling away, but he held on.
    “An erogenous zone, huh?”
    She blinked in incomprehension. “Huh?”
    He licked again, and she squirmed, wishing she could close her legs, but that was impossible with him wedged between them.
    “Points on the body, particularly sensitive to stimulation,” he explained. “Like me licking the center of your hand. It gets you hot, doesn’t it?”
    She didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. How she hadn’t made the connection all this time, she didn’t know. She’d only thought she was a freak to protect herself from being touched there.
    When Alex waited as if for her permission to continue, she nodded. After all, this was what tonight was about. He nibbled and licked his way from her palm to the bend in the middle of her arm, and then made his way down again. At the same time, he dipped his other hand between her legs to tease her clit. Shannon scratched at the sheets under her and bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming. She raised her hips to press into his touch, wanting more, needing him to sink his fingers inside of her pussy.
    “Oh, baby, you’re so wet for me,” Alex whispered. “You want me to take you? You want my cock?”
    “Yes!” If she didn’t come now, she might not keep her sanity. “I want you in me, Alex, so bad.”
    He leaned down and kissed her lips. The way he brushed his over hers, watching her and coaxing her lips apart seemed more sensual than just a physical connection. But she didn’t want to read more into it. He released her hand and kissed his way down her body. “Soon, but first this.”
    Alex’s tongue pierced her heat. Shannon couldn’t hold back the scream of delight. The man had skills she’d never experienced before. He played with her clit, flicking it rhythmically until she was at his mercy. Spasms of pleasure assaulted her core. She tried to arch back before the sensations were too strong, but he cupped her ass and raised her higher.
    “No, I can’t,” she pleaded.
    He paused, his eyes clouded with his lust. “You can.”
    Alex covered her swollen bud and sucked hard. Another cry was wrenched from Shannon’s throat. Her limbs shook, and her fingers, knotted in the sheets, went limp. An orgasm exploded through her, but her lover didn’t let up until the tremors eased. When he lifted his head, he grinned.
    “As good as that was, I plan on taking you much deeper.”
    Shannon peered at him through slitted eyes. “Confident, aren’t we?”
    He sat up. “Confident in how attracted I am to you. I could take you all night. Would you mind?”
    “Not in the least!”
    Alex raised her higher on the bed and positioned himself between her legs, this time with her thighs hoisted. She worried about him seeing too much of her imperfect body, but from the haze of need that was clear in his expression, she doubted he saw anything but where he was about to bury himself.
    He reached for the bag they’d let drop on the floor when they stumbled in here and tore it apart. The box containing the protection soon followed, and he covered himself. The tip of his cock pressed to her opening. She

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