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  Cool night air on her thighs, the shifting of Alan above her, her nipples peaking as a breeze blew across the wet nubs. Something landed not far away with a plop in the grass, the scent of old leather. His wallet. Alan moving above her, his hips leaving her, and she thought in despair that he was actually leaving her.

  “Alan!” The panic was in her voice.

  “It’s all right, Soph.” The sound of foil ripping. “I’m right here.” His voice so deep, almost rasping, the heated desire clear even to her.

  He wanted her, desired her, the knowledge making her arch up instinctively when his hands pulled impatiently at her panties, nearly ripping them in his haste. Within seconds her legs were free, the panties plopping in the grass right alongside the leather wallet.

  His weight came down on her, his hands supporting himself as he wedged his hips between her thighs.

  The probing of his shaft between her slick nether lips had her whimpering, her legs automatically widening to allow him greater movement, and he sank down with a growl of approval. A slide against her perineum that had her sucking in her breath in anticipation and ecstasy combined, one more nudge, and he was there, the tip of his shaft entering her slowly. Breathing harsh as he moved forward, the flexing of his muscles and the tightness around his mouth testament to the fact that he was holding back, not hurrying, and she felt a different warmth engulf her knowing he was being careful.

  Only she didn’t want careful, she wanted it all. She wanted everything Alan had to give. Instinctively she arched upward, rubbing against him, her hands curling around his shoulders.

  “Ah - Jesus! Soph, don’t. I’m trying to be gentle, baby, I-”

  “Please. Please Alan, I can’t take it anymore.” She felt like she was going on fire.

  The slow advancement of that thick, hard shaft stretching her sheath was darkly erotic, the invasion of her body a torturous tease.

  “Bend your knees, Soph,” he ordered between gritted teeth. “It’ll make it easier.” He added, “I hope,” right before he thrust hard and fast.

  The pain of her hymen tearing wasn’t totally unexpected but nevertheless she stiffened. Holy cow that did sting! At the same time her nails dug into his shoulders, she opened her mouth to let loose a startled cry.

  Almost immediately he muffled it with his own mouth, catching her cry, taking it from her at the same time his hips stilled. Buried deep within her, he waited, releasing her mouth to press little kisses across her cheeks. “All right, Soph?”

  “Cripes,” she whispered in a mixture of annoyance and arousal. “Since when do you listen to me? That stung!”

  Lifting his head so he could study her face, Alan’s heated gaze drifted down to her lips and back up to her eyes. Then, with a slow, wicked and decadent smile, he shifted, a small roll of his hips that had her gasping and her slightly restrained nerves coming back on full alert. Another roll of his hips and the flames that had dimmed just a little at the stinging invasion sparked up, sending skittering flares dancing along her skin and deeper, the heat uncoiling once more inside her as he started to thrust slow and gentle, but firmly, letting her know he was in charge.

  “Ooohhh.”

  His teeth flashed whitely in the dark. “Change of heart, Soph?”

  “Are you laughing at me?” She moaned and arched her hips helplessly upward as he continued the slow thrusts, each and every one dragging through her highly sensitised sheath, the slickness of her arousal easing his way so alluringly, though it was still a tight fit.

  “Maybe just a little,” he admitted with a lusty, amused growl right before he took her lips again.

  His kisses were as carnal as she’d ever dreamed of, his tongue plundering her mouth, licking deep, washing through her until all she could taste was him once more. He took her mouth as he started to take her body.

  His hips moved faster, more powerfully, every pump long, deep, tunnelling through her clasping sheath, and all she could do was hold on to him, kiss him back, let him muffle her hot, needing cries with his mouth.

  Pushing her onwards, upwards, he let her fly, relentless now as he pumped into her. Encouraging her writhing beneath him, her clasping hands that sought to pull him tighter, her lips that wanted nothing more than to kiss him back, her tongue stealing boldly into his mouth, wanting to give him what he gave her.

  Alan took everything, took her essence, took over once more while playing her tongue, urging her ever onwards, teasing darkly, playing scorchingly, teaching her how to kiss with pure carnal heat. Delighting in her every move, whispering his approval, growling his own lust as he swept them still higher, his hips never easing from the punishing rhythm he set, never giving her a chance to catch her breath properly, taking from her mouth as he gave to her body, just pumping and pumping, driving into her innocent flesh and making it his, joining them in seemingly insatiable desire.

  Hard fingers dug into her hips, holding them still without mercy, not letting her move, taking her whimpers into himself ruthlessly as he shifted his hips, only to swallow her gasping mewls of pure pleasure as he drew out almost to the tip and thrust back in hard, once, twice, three times, keeping her hanging on the edges, stretched taut, nerves quivering as she was forced to wait for each invasion of her body.

  She’d never known such mind-numbing pleasure, could never have guessed what it could be like with a lover who knew what he was doing, who was ensuring her own pleasure matched his with every calculated move of his body, every positioning of hers.

  Alan’s tempo changed once more, one hand coming up to tangle in her hair, the other hand gripping her hip, his eyes glittering down into hers as he thrust harder, pumped faster, his chest slick against her breasts as the heat of their joining drew the dampness from their both.

  She couldn’t take much more, everything was crowding in on her, nerves jangling, heart thundering, sensation and eroticism rolling through her, crashing through her, and suddenly she broke apart. Everything exploded.

  At the same time Sophie screamed his name, Alan shoved hard into her, straining up on his arms, muscles bulging as his fingers dug deep into her twisting hip, and through shattering stars she saw his eyes, the pure craven heat reflected within for her, for what was happening, and then he hauled her up to him, his grip in her hair almost punishing, yet he didn’t hurt, and then his mouth crushed against hers in an equally punishing kiss, but it was so harshly right, so hungrily hot, and she could only give herself up to the prurience that took her over the edge.

  Chapter 6

  Lying on her back, Sophie gazed dreamily up at the night sky. Her breathing was almost back to normal.

  So was Alan’s. Wow, she’d just had hot sex with Alan Cooper, teaser and wicked Cute Boy. This was an event worthy of writing down, oh my yes, she could burn up the pages with everything he’d made her feel.

  Not counting the sensation of him above her, in her, sliding through her. She smiled languorously. Talk about fantasies coming true.

  The minutes ticked past.

  Lying on his back right beside her, his heaving chest having calmed down to more even movements, Alan had one arm over his eyes. His other arm was against her own, his fingers entwined with hers, his thumb drawing slow patterns on her skin.

  It was enough to make her want to attack him again. Jump on him, rip his shirt off - wait, no, he’d had his shirt off already. And his shorts. She couldn’t resist peeking sideways. Yep, his shirt was gone, his shorts - when had he managed to pull them up? Unzipped, unbuttoned, but snugly around his hips. Low on his hips. If he shifted in just the right direction, she’d see that length of manhood that had been inside her just earth shattering minutes ago. If it was minutes, she really didn’t know. For all she knew, they could have been lying boneless in the grass for several hours, drifting on a pleasant haze of spent ardour.

  His hands on her breasts, oh boy, even now the memory had her nipples peaking. That grip on her hip would probably mean some bruises in the morning, but it was worth it. Oh man, w
as it worth it. She might even take a photo of it; the cause had been that bloody awesome. He’d done things to her no man ever had and she doubted any man would be able to match him. Oh no, he’d been an expert, and considerate, really, when taking her virginity.

  Her eyes popped open. Whoa. Alan Cooper had taken her virginity. She was no longer a virgin. He’d done things to her body, felt her, seen some of her - oh crap!

  At any minute Alan, with his perfect body, would sit up and get a good eyeful of her lying there with her skirt hiked up around her waist, her overly generous bosom hanging out of the unfastened bra, and her dimpled thighs displayed in the moonlight.

  Talk about a mood killer. And how embarrassing! The heat in her cheeks went from bliss to shame in zero point two seconds.

  Jerking her hand from his, she bolted upright, yanking her skirt down as best she could with one hand while fumbling at the buttons on the dress bodice with the other.

  It wasn’t easy. How the hell had Alan managed to do it while lying on top of her? Hoik up her skirt, unbutton her bodice, unsnap her bra and take off her panties. Which was in the grass somewhere. A furtive glance around showed them to be next to his wallet. Beside his head.

  Someone kill her now. Her parachute sized undies were coiled around his wallet in a bad parody of a woman’s vagina sheltering a man’s shaft. Which just showed what state her mind was in - part dirty and part analytic.

  Alan really messed with her head.

  “Soph?”

  “Ummm…what?” Refusing to look around, she fumbled to reclasp her bra. Damn thing wouldn’t co-operate. An impatient yank of her fingers and it magically reclasped.

  “Are you all right?” He was sitting up beside her now.

  “What? Of course.” Do not look at me, do not look at me.

  “Having problems?” He asked gently.

  “No.” Go away.

  Shifting so that he was kneeling beside her, Alan brushed her fumbling fingers aside and started buttoning up her bodice.

  “What are you doing?” She slapped at his hands.

  “I undid them, I’ll do them back up again.” Ignoring her apparently feeble attempts to dislodge his hands, Alan had her bodice fastened within seconds. Mainly because the top three he left undone so that it gaped open to show a generous amount of cleavage.

  Wow, big surprise. He was looking rather longingly at that cleavage, in fact, he reached out one finger to hook into the neckline, pulling it open and moving forward to get a peek down it. “Nice. Very nice.”

  “Stop it!” Cheeks flaming, Sophie rolled to her feet.

  “Soph-”

  “Goodnight, Alan.” She started to push upwards.

  Started being the operative word because two hands grabbed her shoulders and hauled her backwards. With a startled shriek she fell onto her back with a warm, hard body following her down, landing on top of her before she could even comprehend what was happening.

  Dazed and confused, she blinked up into Alan’s face.

  “So,” he said conversationally, “what’s up?”

  “Huh?”

  “What’s up? One minute we’re enjoying each other’s company after one hell of a shagging-”

  Cripes, how romantic.

  “-the next you’re all uptight and running for the hills.”

  “I never actually made it to the running position.” Sophie shoved at his shoulders. “Will you get off?” Before, annoyed and embarrassed or not, I shove my tongue back down your throat?

  “Nah,” he replied cheerfully. “Not happening.”

  “I’ll scream.”

  “Kinky little devil. All the neighbours will be wondering what you’re doing to me.”

  “I said I’ll scream.”

  “Warrior’s cry as you rip my clothes off and have your dirty, dirty way with me?”

  “You are such an arse.”

  “C’mon, Soph, what’s wrong?” In a gesture that was becoming a little too familiar, he tucked a thick length of hair behind her ears. “I didn’t hurt you.”

  Her cheeks flamed but she met his gaze gamely. “I couldn’t scream when you were sucking my face.”

  “Ooohhh, that’s not nice.” His eyes twinkled.

  “It did hurt. A little.”

  “How was I to know your-” He waggled his eyebrows “- maidenhead was still intact?”

  “I’m a virgin! Was, I mean.” Her cheeks were now on fire.

  “Most virgins have torn that hymen during sports and things.” He said it so calmly, so matter-of-factly.

  “In case it escaped your notice at the time, I wasn’t very athletic in school.”

  “Mind you…” He gazed thoughtfully at the bushes right behind her head. “Breaking through that virgin shield was rather…hmmm…”

  She was going to hit him in a minute.

  His gaze flashed down, eyes dark, laughing, and a little heated. “Yeah, I liked it. A lot.”

  “Jesus, Alan!”

  “I thought I heard you say ‘God’ several times, but I’ll accept that as well.”

  If it was possible to go up in mortified smoke, the fire department would now be tearing up the street with sirens blaring. “Do you mind?”

  “Not at all. You screamed my name out several times, too.”

  “Enough!”

  “Oh Soph. Never enough.”

  “That’s because you’re a sex-crazed chick-chaser!” She shoved at him again.

  Grabbing her wrists with ease, he pinned them in the grass each side of her head. “Ah yes, I do believe this scene is from Taming Mandy, only this was in the bedroom, not outdoors.”

  “Mandy wasn’t a virgin.”

  “And neither are you, now.” His teeth flashed in an almost predatory grin. “Thanks to me.”

  “Oh, my gratitude knows no bounds.”

  “Great.” Dipping down quickly, he kissed her hard and fast, leaving her gasping for air and damp in places that had no right to be after the shagging she’d just had.

  Cripes, she was even starting to think like him. Not good.

  “That’s not what I meant,” she managed to snap, licking the taste of him off her lips first.

  His gaze followed the sweep of her tongue. “You sure about that?”

  “Yes.” No. Argh, yes! Sucking in a deep breath to clear her head, which kind of didn’t work because it made her breasts mash up deliciously against his hard pecs, Sophie sought to maintain control. “Look, Alan, don’t think I regret this, because I don’t.”

  “Good to know.” Smiling lazily, he settled himself more comfortably on top of her, his forearms resting on the grass each side of her shoulders.

  “Comfy?” she asked dryly.

  “Very. Do continue.” He nestled his hips against hers.

  “Alan!”

  “What?” Innocent blink.

  Yeah, right. “Never mind.”

  “I don’t.”

  She’d have rolled her eyes if she thought it would have done any good. Instead, she frowned up at him. “Lets just get the ego out of the way first, okay? It was great, I’ll not forget it, you made me scream. Okay?”

  His smile was smug.

  “But now it’s done. Over.”

  “Why?” he asked.

  “Why what?”

  “Why is it over?”

  “Because…well…because it is.”

  “Doesn’t have to be.” He said it so causally.

  “Alan, you want to do it again?” Oh boy! “Now?” Yes!

  “Sure. I can go all night.”

  Wooooooowwww.

  “But that’s not quite what I meant.”

  Of course. Sophie sighed.

  His eyes glittered in amusement.

  “Don’t,” she warned.

  “Sure.”

  “I’m beginning to suspect sarcasm when you say that.”

  “Aw, Soph.” He pecked a kiss on her cheek. “You’re so cute when you’re suspicious.”

  If he kissed her again she’d not b
e responsible for her actions. Such as sucking his tongue right out of his mouth. Wouldn’t that shock him? Actually, probably not. Alan would love it. Suck her right back.

  Sweet mother mercy, there went a gush of dampness and no panties to catch it. Focus! Focus!

  “Anyway, Soph,” he said, all cheerful and calm, “I have this idea.”

  “You don’t say.” That was better, she sounded more her normal self.

  “Yep. I want your body and you need the experience.”

  “Whaa…?” Shocked, she blinked. Hell, she couldn’t even get the word out properly.

  “I said, I want your body and you need the experience.”

  “You said…I just…what?”

  “Now listen, Soph.” Releasing one wrist, he tapped her nose playfully. “You’re not concentrating.”

  “You’re on top of me!”

  “I know I’m a bit distracting, sex god and all, but this is business.”

  “Business? How the hell do you make this about business?” Her eyes narrowed on a horrible thought. “If you think writing erotic stuff and porking males is a business transaction-”

  “No.” Tsking, he placed his hand over her mouth.

  She retaliated by licking his palm. There, see, she wasn’t a total loser who could only write about erotic fantasies, she knew how to do them, too. Some of them.

  Obviously she’d gotten that little motion just right because she heard and felt him suck in a breath. Except he was made of sterner stuff. Shaking his head at her, he continued, “I love your body, Soph. It’s soft and sexy and I could play with it all night.”

  If his hand hadn’t been over her mouth it would have dropped open in shock. As it was, her eyes widened. “Mmmfff?”

  “Yep. I find your bodacious bod a real turn-on. Now here’s the thing, Soph.” He grinned wickedly. “You write sex scenes, hot fantasies, all kinds of shit, but you have no real experience of them.”

  Oh boy, was he really going where she thought he was going with this? She stared up at him.

  “And reality just can’t be beaten,” Alan informed her happily. “I can teach you those things you write about, Soph.” His voice dropped a little, deepened, but his tone remained light. “Every scene you wrote about, every fantasy, everything still inside your head that hasn’t been put down on paper yet, I’ll do it with you. To you. You’ll truly experience it all, know it all. Think how much better that would make your writing, Soph. You’ll really be able to live it.” His voice grew huskier. “You’ll know because you’ll have done it. With me.”