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broke the kiss to nibble on her ear lobe, his hands going under her short sundress at the same time. His hands brushed softly against her bare skin and when they encountered the flesh behind, a shudder went through him. She was wearing a thong.
    “Damn Angie, you are so damn sexy.” He whispered raggedly, running his hands slowly on her bottom.
    Angie moaned and felt her knees give way beneath her when he pushed aside the thin scrap of silk that was her panties and slipped a finger inside her moist center. She held on to Alex as though she was drowning, and she did feel like she was drowning in an ocean of desire, waves of lust coursing through her. She angled her head and bit down hard on his neck. His moan sent rockets of desire shooting through her veins. This was unlike anything she’d ever experienced and she hadn’t been a virgin when she got married. But she had never felt the kind of desperation she felt when Alex slipped in a second finger into her. She moaned and cried out in frustration, she was so close.
    Alex found the tiny nub inside and rubbed gently on it. Angie couldn’t hold back her cry, even if her life depended on it. She began to pant as she felt the waves cresting. “Alex,” she panted his name over and over. He slipped in a third finger, brought them out once and pushed them into her again. Suddenly the walls of her sex contracted, spasm after spasm hitting her as Angie climaxed.
    Alex held her as she convulsed and pressed kisses on her face, her hair, her neck before taking her lips. “God, you’re like a livewire,” he teased, his voice warm with amusement.
    Angie buried her face in his neck and groaned in embarrassment. “You do things to me,” she muttered.
    He held her away from him so he could look into her eyes. “How long has it been?”
    She darted her eyes away from the intensity in his. Was she ready for this? Then she sighed, the man had already brought her to two fantastic orgasms and she still had her clothes on. “It’s been a year,” she replied reluctantly.
    She looked at him but his face showed no reaction to her words. “You haven’t been with anyone since you lost your husband.” He said quietly.
    It wasn’t really a question but she nodded anyway. “I haven’t really wanted to be with anyone.”
    He closed his eyes briefly while a rueful smile played around his lips. “Aw babe, you’ll give me a swollen head before we’re done.”
    An answering smile tipped Angie’s lips upward. She reached down and cupped his erection through his cotton pants. “I thought you already had a swollen head.” She pressed the head of his erection and smirked when his eyes turned smoky. She placed her free hand on his chest and could feel the erratic pounding of his heart. It echoed hers. “Well, we need to do something about this.” She rubbed him gently but firmly.
    Alex groaned and his hands moved up to her nape. He pulled her close, their lips almost touching. “You do intend to kill me, I can see.”
    “Kiss me Alex,” she murmured, feeling the fire start in her once more.
    They quickly got rid of their clothes and Angie couldn’t get her eyes off Alex’s manhood. Michaelangelo’s David had nothing on him, she thought in wonder. Her lips suddenly felt parched and she brought out her tongue to lick them.
    “What?”
    “You are…” she waved her hands towards him then took a deep breath. “You are exceptionally well endowed.”
    He choked on a laugh then walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her. “You are great for my ego.” He stepped back and stared at her then almost reverently reached out to cup her breast. “You are beautiful,” he said simply.
    Angie stared into his eyes, into the fire burning in their depths. And they were burning for her, Angie Scot. She shook her head in wonder before taking the hand that was on her breast. At his confused look she smiled slightly. “This one’s for you.” She led him to the huge king sized bed and