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  “Zach, please!” Her pleas seemed to provoke him, drive him harder as he pulled her tender flesh between his lips to suck harder. She pushed at his head with her hands, trying to escape from the overwhelming sensations, but he wouldn’t let her get away. Her breaths came faster and faster as he gripped her thighs and forced her to take his torture. That’s what he was doing, torturing her for being a pain in his ass.

  Tears threatened to slide down her cheeks as she quivered under him. The waves of ecstasy finally crested and she was left limp and defenseless in its wake. Carla looked down to see him watching her. She turned her face against her arm, resting, hoping to catch a breath before he got going again.

  “Don’t get comfortable,” he teased. “I’m not done yet.” His sandy brows snapped down over those beautiful crystal blue eyes as he peered at her.

  “I’m just resting,” she said grinning. Tugging at his body, he complied and moved up to lie next to her.

  “How long do you need. He’s kinda waiting to be inside of you.” He put both hands under her shoulders rolled on top of her. “I have one night to know what it feels like to be with you. And you only get one chance to scream my name.”

  “You’re so full of yourself, Agent Murphy.” She groaned beneath him. He was heavy and she braced her hands on his shoulders to get air in her collapsed lungs from the back to back orgasms she had not recovered from.

  Zach removed his shorts and underwear without separating from her. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled a strip of condoms from the drawer.

  He rolled off her and she watched as he ripped the foil open to slip it on. She propped herself up on one elbow and placed a hand on his arm to stop him. “Wait, there are condoms stashed in a safe house or did you buy those anticipating something would happen tonight?”

  “I told you this cabin is for FBI use. Sometimes agents occupy the residence for a long period of time. Don’t want any accidents happening or any marriages breaking up because of them.”

  She raised her brow with no words to follow. She’d never been with a white man and wondered if the myth was true about them having small penises. Carla smiled and admired the length of his manhood and its girth as it curved, resting on his lower abdomen. Myth is not true in his case. He had a beautiful body. Well defined and not an ounce of fat on him anywhere. Zach positioned the condom to put on and she stopped him again. “Wait, I want to do something first.”

  Without warning she pushed him back on the bed and closed her mouth over the wide head of his penis and sucked deep. Zach’s entire body shuddered.

  “Damn, Carla.” His body arched. She swallowed deeper until his head touched her throat, dragging a louder groan from him. He fisted one hand in the sheet, slammed the other flat against the flimsy headboard, instructing. “Yeah, that’s it, don’t stop doing it like that.”

  The sound of his moaning shot an insane dose of adrenaline through her body. The extremity of his pleasure made her suck him harder, deeper. His taste flooded her mouth the texture of his sensitive skin covering heated steel teased her tongue. She groaned and feasted.

  “Damn, baby,” he murmured.

  *****

  Zach held his breath and exhaled slowly at the first touch of her lips against his shaft. “Oh, shit.” His fingers tangled in her hair when she took him deeper into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head of his penis. Her long lashes brushed against his inner thighs as she lapped at his balls and curled her tongue around the base of him before she worked her way back up his shaft.

  She pulled him from her mouth and traced the tip of her finger around the swelled head of his manhood; he thought he would burst from that move alone. Sultry brown eyes looked up at him with her full lips slightly parted, closing around him again. He was a patient man but there was only so much he could take, and if she didn’t stop teasing him. His penis left her mouth with a pop, making her grin.

  He sat up and gripped her jaw in one big hand, firm, almost painful with his slipping control. “You have to stop before I have an accident.”

  “Lay back. I got this,” she demanded, tilting her head until she could take his thumb into her mouth and suck, rolling her tongue around his rough skin.

  “Play time is over,” he murmured in a husky voice. He pushed her back on the bed, unable to think of anything other than plunging inside her wet folds. He rolled the protection down over his shaft and lay between her thighs. She sighed as his naked flesh made contact with hers.

  “You feel so good,” she whispered as she wrapped her silky legs around his waist.

  He pushed his hips forward, planning to slide inside her in one quick thrust. He was met with resistance and a small whimper came from her. He pulled back and lifted up to see the wrinkles forming on her forehead. “Damn, you’re tight. Carla, you aren’t a virgin, are you?”

  “No. It’s just been awhile since I’ve done this.”

  “How long has it been?” he asked moving his hips slower hoping to get her muscles to relax.

  The muscles in her neck strained as he pushed into her. “Four years. I’ve only been with one man.”

  He dropped his head to her chest. She hasn’t had sex in four years. She might as well be a virgin. The tight suction of her body was almost too much for him but he had to be careful not to hurt her. He pulled out and then inched in again, repeating to cause her natural lubrication to allow him an easy entry.

  She released a deep breath as he pushed an inch more into her; the warmth from it caressed his jaw as she arched up against him. He had to hold his position or lose his load before he was ready. Her tightness clamped his manhood like a vice and the sensation was unbelievably good.

  He turned his attention to her breasts that were pressed against his chest. He sucked in his breath at the sight of her perfect nipples. He licked them, moaning, “So natural and responsive to my touch.”

  He teased the tip of one nipple with his finger before he took it into his mouth and sucked it deep. She cried out as he rolled it between his lips, drawing the morsel between his teeth lightly. His tongued played with her nipple as he began to move deeper inside of her. The extra arousal caused her canal to relax and allow his thrusts to increase.

  Zach pushed in more until he felt her stretching and the addictive heat of her silky skin surround him; he could feel it through the condom. He lost himself in her essence, stroking her hard. His powerful erection thrusting and pounding her until they ended up diagonal on the bed with her head hanging over the edge. He knew he was a rough lover but she wasn’t whining or complaining, but taking each brutal thrust he gave her.

  His large hand covered her throat, feeling her swallowing the screams of pleasure or pain as he pounded in and out of her. Carla Parker was a temptation he couldn’t resist and she brought out the beast in him even more. He looked into her eyes and for a moment felt a primitive emotion come over him, and his abdominals corded as he stroked against her, harder and faster.

  Her arms dangled over her head and she began letting out tiny cries of passion that inflamed him. He felt her body began to tighten.

  “You’re going to make me come again,” she panted, her words almost incoherent as he rode her with long, hard thrusts that had the old bed creaking on the wooden floors.

  He felt moisture flood her core, and the surge of her body as she clenched around him. Her breath hitched and then she began moaning as the feeling hit her. “Come for me.” He turned his face and muttered the words against her open mouth. He had to see her face when she came. He needed to see he had dominated the woman with the big mouth. “Come for me again. Let me see how much you want it,” he repeated as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth.

  Her back bowed and her inner muscles clamped down around him. Her eyes struggled to stay open and he saw the moment she lost control of herself. “Ah, Zach!” She wailed before her hands tightened on his shoulder and her fingernails dug deeper into his skin.

  He grunted from the pain of her nails cuttin
g through his skin but continued to thrust back and forth through her clenching muscles delivering crushing blows to her narrow pelvis with his powerful hips. Her inner walls trembled around him, he couldn’t hold back any longer and let go spilling months of pent up aggression and collapsing heavily on top of her.

  He rolled over on his back panting. It was the first time in his life he saw rockets bursting during an orgasm. His body covered in a drenching sweat, his heart beating twice the normal rate. He never expected it to be better than anything he’d ever felt before. And he never expected not wanting it to end so soon.

  Zach was too exhausted to move. He heard Carla’s erratic breathing next to him. He rubbed her thigh. “Didn’t I say you’d scream my name?”

  Her voice was light as she rolled over and tucked in next to him. “Shut up.”

  He dragged himself from the bed. In the bathroom he discarded the condom. “Dammit! He cursed. Sitting on the edge of the tub he palmed his forehead. Dammit, dammit, dammit!

  chapter nine

  Day Three

  Carla dropped her head back down on the pillow as heat rushed from her head to her toes. The bedroom was hot again only this heat came from something else. What had she been thinking? Had she convinced herself that they could have sex and pretend like it didn’t happened? He could.

  She would bet her last quarter he was probably sitting in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee already. She could picture the smirk on his face. He’d conquered an unchartered quest. He had a black woman to add to the list of women he’d bedded. She kicked the sheet off her body and sat up. Pain flared across and up her back. She looked down at her thighs and saw the bruises in the shape of his fingers. He was a very physical lover. Any woman who made love to him on a regular basis would have her body covered with bruises.

  Carla stretched to loosen the kinks from her lower back and rolled her shoulders and neck to remove the stiffness there. She was the one who’d come up with the stupid idea to have sex; she already wished she’d kept her big mouth shut. How was she supposed to pretend she didn’t know what he possessed under the tight t-shirt and jeans he wore. And had every right to brag about his skills at making a woman scream his name. She shivered and crossed her arms. Nope. She couldn’t face him. She would sit in her bedroom until forced to leave the cabin. Her shoulders hunched as she looked around, she was in his bed. They apparently had slept together the entire night.

  She got out of the bed and tiptoed to her room. It had been three days already. He promised she would be able to leave in three days. Her best friend Tonya was probably losing her mind wondering where she was. She needed to get back to her life and her friends and to get as far away from Agent Zach Murphy as possible.

  Four years she waited for the right guy to come along, and she gives it up to him just like that. A man she can’t stand to be in the same room with. Stupid!

  She studied her reflection in the mirror. For her to be in so much pain, she looked great and felt refreshed. Pushing her wild hair away from her face, she saw the red mark he left on her neck. She sighed. You’re a grown woman, Carla—get a grip and suck it up. Digging in the bag, she removed the tan shorts and hunter green tank top he’d purchased for her. Fully clothed, including socks and tennis shoes, she left the bedroom. As she predicted, Zach was seated at the kitchen table with a coffee mug in front of him and the newspaper spread open. He didn’t look up as she entered the kitchen. Some things will never change, she said silently. She got a glass from the cupboard and went to the fridge to fill it full of orange juice. He never flinched. He sat there ignoring her as if nothing ever happened between them.

  You’ve seen me naked asshole! At least say good morning!

  Fine! She huffed. He wants to play that game, then so can I! She didn’t understand her reason for being upset with him. This was the deal they made. A one night shot with no emotions involved. She took an apple from the bowl and sat at the opposite end of the table. Taking a bite she said, “Well, today is day three. Will I be able to go home?”

  Zach carefully refolded the newspaper and looked at her with those steely blue eyes. Her heart double-skipped, rendering her weak in the knees. Damn, he’s handsome. Stop it! She was allowing herself to get caught up in one night of meaningless sex. She wouldn’t be this way if she didn’t wait a trillion years to jump back on the horse. Tonya had introduced her to many viable suitors that could do the job but she passed on them all. She had let Greg ruin sex for her.

  Before making up her mind to sleep with Greg, she’d let Tonya’s stories of great sex fill her head. She couldn’t wait to have that eye-opening type of pleasure Tonya bragged about. She spent hours preparing for the perfect evening. She had to have the right lingerie. The bedroom had to have the right music and lighting. She had planned to feed him grapes and picked out the best ones out of the bunch.

  What a letdown after all that. Greg rushed everything. He didn’t take the time to undress her or comment on the effort she put in to make their first time together special. He was so happy to finally get her in bed after months of begging that he dragged her to the bedroom, told her to undress while he did the same. She expected so much more from him since he was a caring and loving man before they became intimate. What she got was his sad attempt at foreplay. An amateurish dump on the bed, sloppy wet kisses down the side of her neck while he fumbled to slip on a condom. Once he got it on he got down to business. Unprepared for him, she felt a slight burning from his quick penetration, then ten minutes later, she lay on her back listening to him snore loudly. She was left to wonder what the hell just happened.

  Where were the fireworks Tonya promised? There was nothing to make her dream it over and over as Tonya said it would. Then again, Tonya never had sex with Greg. Her first experience was bad and since he took her virginity, she assumed that was how it was supposed to be.

  Sadly, the next time it happened it didn’t get better. Carla cried on Tonya’s shoulder about how she hated having sex with Greg and began to fake most of her orgasms just to get it over with. Tonya tried but could not convince Carla that sex with the right person would be enjoyable and slap a permanent smile across her face. Carla wasn’t hearing it and when they split, she never thought about sex again.

  Carla took a sip of orange juice looking over the rim of the glass at Zach. Darn it, Tonya, you were right. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of last night. Why did he have to be a good lover? I’ll never find another man that can deliver like he does.

  Carla crossed her legs under the table and lowered her eyes from Zach’s gaze. He was a face reader and seemed to know exactly what she was thinking. He didn’t need to know she was thinking about that.

  He finally spoke. “I don’t see why not. I’m waiting on a call from my commander, to get the green light.”

  “Why wouldn’t he let me go? We’ve been here for days and nothing has happened. Apparently, that creep wised up and skipped town after what happened in the bus shelter. He doesn’t want to tangle with you again.”

  He drank from his coffee cup. “I wish it was that simple, Carla. When I was in town yesterday, the shop owner said a foreign man was in the store asking questions. I’m not sure if that is the guy I’m hunting or a tourist. Either way, I don’t think it’s safe for you to be on your own yet.”

  Her shoulders slumped. “You gotta be kidding me.”

  “If we are able to leave today...”

  Her eyes widened and she sputtered. “If?”

  “Yep, if. You’ll have a guest staying with you at your apartment.”

  “Let me guess, a female agent will replace you. Am I supposed to pretend she is an out-of-town relative?”

  He grinned. “You’ve guessed correctly. Look, it is a good ideal that another agent replaces me once you are home. I’ll still be on your case just not working directly with you anymore.”

  The lump in her throat plummeted to her stomach where a knot took shape. Was he was using this as an excuse to walk away from her? �
�I agree. And I wouldn’t want any temptation to get in the way of your job. Once I’m home and back to my normal routine, how would I explain you tagging along on my dates?”

  He raised a brow and shook his head. “After I finish my coffee, we’ll get ready to go. You can say goodbye to this place and me forever.”

  Keeping her emotions under control, Carla smiled. “I’m sure you won’t lose any sleep over never seeing me again either.”

  Zach got up from the table and grinned at her. “You got that right.”

  That hurt but she deserved it after the way she behaved. However, after last night she thought maybe he might think differently about her, but he was a man with no emotions and never got attached. She shook her head and got up from the table wondering how he could be so skilled at lovemaking but not want love or to be loved.

  *****

  Carla checked the bathroom and the bedroom to make sure she had cleaned everything. Passing Zach’s bedroom, she opened the door and suddenly felt weepy. She had no clue where the feeling of sadness was coming from. Less than 5 hours ago, she was on that bed sharing intimacy with a man she hardly knew. He’d made it clear he didn’t want anything else from her and she should be overjoyed to be leaving him.

  “Hey, I got the call; it’s time to roll.”

  Zach’s voice echoed in her ears. The sexy deep tenor tone she would never hear again. She shook off the odd feeling and closed the bedroom door. “Great, I’m ready to go.”

  He touched her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

  Is he showing me kindness? “Yeah, I’m fine. I think I’m going to miss my prison,” she joked.

  “You could have fooled me. I’m surprised you aren’t doing cartwheels. We’d better get going. I want to get you home before nightfall.”