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  When she didn’t protest, he slid her pants down a little more, and though she remained stiff, she didn’t stop him. The pants slid the rest of the way down her legs and now all that separated her skin from his hands were the cotton panties and the lace bra. Every other warm, soft curve was pressed against him.

  So he couldn’t see her body.

  Rick didn’t say a word, just returned his hands to her waist and his lips to her mouth, kissing her deeply, ravishing her mouth a little more roughly, taking a little more strongly, demanding a little more of her, taking control once again.

  It didn’t take long before she was again kissing him, her palms resting on his shoulders, and he unsnapped her bra without her even noticing and slid the straps down her arms. Still holding her mouth prisoner, he took her hands from his shoulders and brought them down to her sides, and the bra straps slid down over her wrists. He released her hands only long enough to allow the bra to slip free and fall off. Then those breasts, so bountiful and mouth-watering, were against his abdomen. He could feel the little hard nipples pressing against him, and his shaft, already stiff with arousal, grew unbelievably harder.

  Again his hands headed south, his palms flat to her body, running over the hills and valleys of her waist and hips, down further into the small of her back and over the sweet rise of her derriere, his hands taking her panties down further and further, and then they fell to the floor and his hands were pressed against her bare bottom.

  Her lips left his and her forehead pressed against his shoulder. Naked in his arms, her body trembled, and he could feel the combined fear, embarrassment, and arousal that filled her.

  Time to deal with the embarrassment, but on more equal terms.

  Dropping a light kiss onto the fragrant tresses below his chin, Rick brushed his lips lower until his mouth was against her ear. “Let’s even this up a bit, love.” Sliding his hands between them, her breasts brushing his arms, he reached for the buttons on his jeans and unsnapped them easily. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, he shucked his jeans, taking his boxers with them.

  Now they were both naked.

  Cupping her face between his palms, he titled her head back again and looked deeply into her eyes. “Together, Cherry.” His voice was husky. “Always.”

  She smiled tremulously, and he smiled right back at her.

  And kissed her again. Deeply, hotly, intimately, and as soon as she melted into his arms again, he walked her backwards until her knees bumped the side of the bed. He didn’t hesitate, pushing her downwards with the movement of his own body, crowding her back until she sat and he leaned over her, and then in one swift movement he hooked one arm beneath her knees and swung her around so that she lay back on the bed.

  Her eyes were huge, she was so amazed.

  He laughed softly, swinging up and over her before she could remember that she was naked before him and it was broad daylight. Using her surprise against her, he lay down atop her and rested his weight on his forearms each side of her on the mattress. Lazily he contemplated her face, enjoying the softness of her body beneath him.

  “You can tell me if you admire any move I make,” he said.

  Cherry laughed, the genuine amusement in her face wiping away both the trepidation and amazement. “You and your ego.”

  “I can live up to my ego.”

  “I don’t doubt it for a second.”

  “No room for disappointment then.” He swooped down and pattered light kisses across her lips and cheeks, making her squeal with laughter as he continued down to her throat, deliberately tickling her with his tongue and mouth, making loud smacking sounds as he moved down to her shoulders.

  He got as far down as her breasts before he felt her stiffen. Glancing up, he saw the shadows in her eyes.

  “Trust,” he reminded her softly. “I’ll never hurt you, Cherry.”

  “I know.” She swallowed.

  “Then relax, love, and let me take us to paradise.” The words might have been a little clichéd, but they seemed to steady her, and he’d have given her the very stars if he could have just to see that trust, however fragile, in her eyes when she looked at him.

  That fragile trust that touched him straight to the heart. His heart that swelled with love, blossomed with warmth, and filled him with the desire to protect and cherish.

  And cherish her he did, tasting her, taking the little nipples one at a time deep into his mouth and sucking firmly, feeling her body undulate beneath his mouth and hands, her thighs shift against his as her knees bent, allowing his lean hips to slide between her silken thighs. Feeling the heat of her secrets against him.

  His shaft thickened, lengthened, growing and throbbing now with the desire to bury itself inside her wet heat.

  Rick lifted his head and looked his full of her breasts, seeing them in the light of day for the very first time, and they were everything he’d fantasized. The globes were full, rounded, the nipples dark pink and budding, begging for his mouth. His gaze lifted and he looked into her eyes, seeing the heat simmering within them, along with the faint uncertainty.

  “You’re so beautiful.” His words seemed to almost shimmer in the air between them, and he slowly swept his gaze down over her shoulders and breasts, to the sweet indent of her waist as he shifted lower, and lower still. The swell of her stomach, the curve of her hips, all so womanly and what a man needed to cradle his harder body.

  So much woman. So much softness, so much beckoning temptation.

  And she was all his.

  Rick moved lower, and then her curls were there, the sheltering strands that guarded her secrets. The curls were as silky as the tresses on her head, and he blew on them, delighting as they danced a little beneath his breath.

  Her thighs were at his sides now, and he felt the tension in her. This time when he looked up at her, over the sweet swell of her belly and the heavy globes of her breasts, he saw the faintest flicker of embarrassment in her eyes, but heat also swirled within, and it was this heat he needed to keep banked to get her through the next few moments. Just until he had her mindless with pleasure.

  “You are temptation personified.” His voice sounded almost gravelly even to his own ears, but the desire he felt was threaded within it. “You are my temptation, Cherry.”

  Her eyes darkened a little, a sparkle lit within, and then she smiled, just a little, but the shy sweetness of it took his breath away.

  He had to taste her, and if he couldn’t have the lips that smiled so sweetly above him, he could have the lips that sheltered below.

  Moving with deliberate determination, not wanting to startle her, he hooked his upper arms beneath her thighs, bending her knees further up with ease and lifting them out, holding them to his satisfaction.

  He watched her the whole time, his gaze locked with hers, silently commanding her to keep her gaze on him. Her breath hitched and he saw her hands fist into the sheets each side of her as she waited with a mixture of fear and desire.

  Rick smiled, slow and sensual, and then he dipped his head lower, lower, watching her, inhaling as her scent drifted to him, heady and spicy, making his mouth water. Closing his eyes, he sunk into her, lowering his shoulders, stretching his neck, his mouth nuzzling the curls at the apex of her thighs, his tongue sliding between the sheltering lips to run, slow and deliberate, along the perineum of her body.

  Cherry jumped, but his hold on her kept her hips pinned to the mattress.

  His tongue found the little clitoris sheltering high up and he probed it delicately. Her thighs tightened, but it was a different tension, this one not of fear but desire. Rick recognized it and revelled carnally in it.

  Her taste flowed into him, spicy and creamy, and he wanted more, so much more. Trailing his tongue back down to the entrance of her body, he dipped inside a little and was rewarded by her arching beneath him. A few more laps, a few more teasing trails of his tongue, and he heard her moan. He tasted her, his shaft throbbing for release, and as much as he wanted to taste her
more, he wanted to also bury himself inside her. But feasting on her had been his fantasy, and he wasn’t about to let it go now.

  With skill he played her body, using his tongue to probe her higher, lowering one hand to press lightly atop her mound, hooking one finger into the curve of her sheltering lips and playing the tip backward and forward at the tender curve. His other hand he trailed down to finger her perineum as he tongued her clitoris, sucking the little nub carefully while playing his finger around the hot, moist opening of her body. Inserting his finger an inch, he thrust in and out, moving further in each time until his whole finger was inside her clasping sheath.

  By this time Cherry was writhing, her breathing ragged, and when she moaned his name he heard the mounting desire in it, just as he felt the wash of heated moistness that coated his finger. He felt the quiver of her sheath around his finger, and he knew she was close, so very close.

  He shifted, coming up on his knees between her thighs to look his fill of her. One hand clasping his burgeoning staff, he feasted his eyes on her voluptuous curves as he’d feasted his mouth on her womanhood.

  Her eyes opened, hazy with hot passion, and he lifted his gaze to meet hers.

  “You’re beautiful, Cherry.” His words were dark with carnal heat and promise. “And you’re all mine.” With that he came down over her, taking her mouth as he took her body, his shaft unerringly entering her, pushing through her shivering walls to lodge deep.

  “Oh God, Rick,” she moaned against his lips.

  “That’s me, baby.” He kissed her ruthlessly, plundering her mouth as he lifted his hips and pulled back to surge forward once more. “Rick. Your lover. Your only lover.”

  Her arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed him back almost fiercely.

  Hips pumping, Rick set a ruthless place, thrusting hard and fast. He couldn’t get enough of her, wanted to bury himself deep inside her and never come out. His blood burned in his veins, his heart pounded out a harsh tattoo. He rode her hard, forcing her higher up the pinnacle, taking her with him, refusing to let her fall behind.

  Together always. Together forever. It was his motto for them both, and it was burned into his heart and very soul as he made love to her.

  Prurience burned inside him, her passion-filled moans firing his own desire, and he pumped harder, faster, the heat of eroticism flooding through him, pouring through into his scrotum, pulling the sac tight, and he felt rapacity as he’d never done so before, the desire to brand this woman as his inside and out.

  Without thought his mouth found her throat, and he sucked firmly while shoving even harder into her, branding her skin with his mouth even as his seed branded the walls of her sheath.

  She held him to her, her hand cupping the back of his head as she arched her throat and opened her body for him. Accepting his power, his heat, his passion, and gladly allowing him to hurtle her along that star-burst path with him.

  His orgasm shook him, flinging him out into a hazy burst of light and sensation, and he felt her shudder beneath him, heard her scream out his name, and then he was gone in a blindingly, deliciously, shattering burst of light.

  When he came to, he was slumped over Cherry, his face buried in her scented hair, her arms lax around him neck, her gasping breaths hot on his neck. He snuggled in deeper, loving the way her soft curves cuddled his harder, leaner frame.

  The minutes ticked past and he felt so deliciously tired. He felt her stir a little beneath him, and worried that perhaps he was squashing her, he rolled to his side, taking care not to let her go, rolling her with him so that he could cradle her in his arms.

  Without a murmur of protest, she snuggled close.

  Closing his eyes, Rick breathed a sigh of pure contentment.

  He woke with a start. He glanced at the clock to see that he’d dozed off for about an hour. Shifting his head, he looked down to meet slumberous blue eyes. Cherry smiled shyly at him, and he couldn’t stop the huge grin from breaking out. “That was good, eh, love?”

  She laughed.

  Coming up onto one elbow, he gazed down at her, enjoying the closeness they shared. Almost immediately she sobered, watching him closely, and he lifted his other hand and rested it on her hip before slowly sweeping his gaze over her, over every hill and curve, every dip and swell. As he did so, heat kindled to life inside him again, that desire for her building, for that voluptuous body was all his to taste and touch and see.

  Cherry was all his, and he was never letting her go.

  When he finally lifted his gaze back to hers, she met it timidly but unflinchingly, bravely, and he knew she waited for his reaction, her trust so fragile. He’d have sooner cut out his own heart than crush that trust, it meant so much to him.

  “You’re beautiful.” Lowering his head, he kissed her gently. “So very beautiful, and all mine.”

  She met his kiss with a warm mouth, and it deepened between them, changing from gentle to passionate, and it was mere minutes before they were swept away once again on a tide of desire.

  Chapter Nine

  Standing before the mirror, Cherry was a mass of nerves.

  “You look gorgeous.” Susie peeked over Cherry’s shoulder, arranging the lacy throw to her satisfaction.

  “And stop fidgeting.” Maxie smacked Cherry’s fingers away from where they’d started to twist in the soft silk. “Any wrinkle in this dress that isn’t caused by Rick’s ravishing hands, and I will be cross.” She flicked her hand down the front of the gown. “You have been warned.”

  Susie stepped back. “So, what do you think?”

  Cherry thought she’d never looked prettier. Susie had pinned her hair up in some intricate knot that left soft curls trailing down her cheeks, and a few neatly arranged thick curls down her back. The dress fit like a dream – no, she hadn’t put on fifty pounds since she’d bought it, as she’d convinced herself. The medium-heeled black pumps with the lacy effect were gorgeous. Her little clutch was chic. Maxie had done a light make-up on her, bringing out the blue of her eyes, the pink of her cheeks, and the shine of her lips. Little gold drops hung from her ears.

  She’d never looked prettier.

  “Well?” Maxie raised her brows.

  “I am scared shitless.”

  “I can’t believe you’re spewing out those foul words from between fifty dollar lip-sticked lips.”

  “I’m shaking so much I think I need to sit down.”

  “I don’t friggin’ think so. No creasing the dress.” Maxie angled her head. “I do believe that’s the doorbell. Prince Hottie has arrived.”

  “I don’t have a doorbell.” Turning around, Cherry bit her lip anxiously while eyeing her friend. “Susie, I don’t think I can do this.”

  “Too late. You got the dress, the fifty dollar lipstick from Max, and a hot doctor who wants to shag you senseless. Way too late to back out now.” Stepping aside, Susie grinned and gestured. “Out you go.”

  “I’m so scared, what if I stuff this up and—” Cherry gasped as Susie placed a hand at her back and shoved her out the bedroom door. She cannoned into a hard chest, felt familiar warm hands grab her upper arms, and looked up into green eyes. “Sorry, Rick. My bloody friends aren’t very subtle and…” He was eyeing her so closely that she trailed to a halt. “Oh no, I’m not dressed right, am I?”

  Rick’s answer was to simply crowd her back into the bedroom and shut the door in her surprised friend’s faces.

  “I’ll change,” she babbled. “I’ll get this off and—”

  “Oh, you’ll get it off, all right,” he breathed, his eyes flaring hot. “But I’ll be doing the taking off, and damned if this dinner isn’t going to kill me.”

  “Huh?”

  “Ever hear of binding ones breasts so no one knows you have it?” Lowering his head, he breathed hotly into her ear, “I’m going to have to bind my cock so no one knows I have a hard-on to rival a flag pole.”

  As his words registered, she started to laugh, only to have his mouth crushing do
wn upon hers cut off her merriment.

  His kiss was ravishing, hard, his lips slanting over hers and his tongue sweeping deep, taking from her and giving no quarter. A big palm clapped upon one of her buttocks to squeeze her and then jerk her up close, his hard thigh sliding between her two until he was pressed against her heat.

  The unexpected passion he greeted her with made her legs turn to jelly, and Cherry leaned into him, glorying in his strength, his obvious desire for her. And truth be told, when he turned a little he-man, it made her heart pound a little faster.

  Coming up for air, Rick leaned his forehead against hers and sucked in a deep breath. “How about we blow this party and go to bed instead?”

  “Hey!” A loud thumping sounded on the door. “Hey! Rick! Leave her alone! I swear, you destroy our efforts and I’ll kick your arse!”

  “I’m a doctor,” he retorted, even as his eyes started twinkling. “You’re the nurse. You don’t tell me what to do.”

  “Oh yeah?” Susie yelled. “Well let me clue you into something, Doctor. I’m the nurse, and I can make your life very difficult, very difficult indeed. If you ever want to see the roster to check out Cherry’s work allocation so you can have your private and dirty rendezvous with her, you better do as I tell you!”

  Cherry giggled.

  Rolling his eyes, Rick kept one arm around her waist while turning and swinging the door open to reveal Susie and Maxie standing on the other side with their arms folded and frowns on their faces. “And to think all this time we doctors thought we ran things.”

  “You doctors wouldn’t know what the hell to do with hospitalized patients without we nurses running things, “ Susie retorted. “Oh my God, look what you did to Cherry’s lipstick.”

  “What the hell?” Maxie grabbed the tube from her pocket and proceeded to reapply it to Cherry’s lips. “Did you lick it off or something, Rick?”

  “Or something.” He smiled wolfishly.

  Stepping back, Maxie ran her eyes critically over the both of them and nodded. “You’ll both do.”