She Likes It Irish

Chapter One

Randy fumbled with a key that seemed three sizes too big for the lock.

“Hurry!” Kristin’s hungry whisper in his ear and a squeeze of the bulge in his jeans proved the magic combination to unlocking the door, and the two burst through into his dark dorm room.

Lips fought to stay connected as coats were yanked off. Boots kicked off. Shirts ripped away. Zippers scraped open. Jeans and underwear tangled hopelessly at ankles then wrestled off as one. Amid the clutching and grabbing, one of them remembered to kick the door closed before the soon-to-be lovers fell naked across the unmade, extra-long twin bed.

Kristin grabbed Randy’s erection, stroking it. It wasn’t as big as she’d hoped, but she moaned at the thought of it filling her slick, hungry tunnel, plunging in and out, stroking every nerve, like his probing fingers were trying to do.

The tension in her body ratcheted up, and her body ached for the hard, sweet KO that would give her what she needed so badly that she’d hook up with just about anybody. Even her somewhat socially awkward classmate.

Now, she screamed silently. Oh, God, now!

“Condom?” they asked in unison.

“What?” Again in unison.

“Fuck!” Three for three.

“You’re kidding. What guy doesn’t maintain a stock of condoms?” Kristin sat up and pushed out of the sexual fog that had made her somewhat desperate but, thankfully, not stupid.

Randy shrugged. “I, uh, ran out last weekend. C’mon, we could still have fun.” He grinned and lifted his eyebrows. “We could do a sixty-nine.”

She paused to consider the idea then quickly shook her head to dismiss it. She needed long, hard dick filling her, not a flicking tongue teasing her. In the moment of silence before her dream crashed and burned, the dull thump of a deep beat called to her through the wall from the room next door.

“What about your neighbor?” she asked, nodding her head toward the sound.

Randy’s eyes rounded, and he looked a little scared. “You want him to join us?”

She released an exasperated sigh, complete with an eye roll. “No. Would he have condoms?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m positive he would, but it’s not a good idea to ask him.”

Kristin bounded out of bed at “yeah,” grabbed one of the shirts piled on the floor, and pulled it on. From the cluttered desk, she grabbed a mug stuffed with pens and dumped them onto the floor with the rest of the mess.

“Kristin, wait,” Randy began, but she ignored him and rushed out of the room, rapping on the neighbor’s door.

The pounding beat blasted out of the room at Kristin when the door opened, a god standing at the door with a ridiculously large dumbbell in his hand. The song commanded her to look at that body, and she did. Tall, ripped, glistening, and tight from his workout. Thick, blond, sun-kissed hair, a bit curly and endearingly unkempt, framed a made-in-heaven face. The man was as sexy as they come, from head to toe, made even more so by the fact that he wore nothing but boxers—green ones with red lips perched atop the words “Kiss The Legend” scrawled across the Blarney Stone.

A rush of lusty heat engulfed her body as his dark-as-dusk eyes gave her the same long, slow once-over before making their way back up to her face. Then his gaze tangled with hers, and she couldn’t move. Breathed in but found no air in her lungs. Heart pounded so hard she was sure it would fly out of her chest. Goosebumps marched over her skin as his full lips curled into a wide, sexy smile. The floor moved under her feet, and she stuck out a hand and grabbed the doorjamb to steady herself.

“Well, hello, darlin’,” he said in a thick Irish lilt that trilled across her skin like a caress and made her legs wobble. If his gaze hadn’t been holding on so tightly to hers, she surely would have toppled over into his arms.

She couldn’t stop the smile taking over her face. “It’s Kristin.” Her voice came out breathy and husky, and she felt her face warm at her intense and unexpected reaction to this stranger. But she kept her eyes on his as if her survival depended on it.

“What can I do for you…Kristin?”

The soft sound of her name on his lips made her go all gooey inside, struggling to remember why she had even come to his door in the first place. He moved a step closer, raised his arm, and leaned it on the doorjamb near her hand. The movement shifted his body closer to hers, and she could feel him, as if he was pressed against her. It suddenly became very clear why she was here.

Her eyes dipped down to the kiss on his boxers. Sex. Condoms. Her eyes rose to his again. He stared at her as if he was a heartbeat away from pulling her into his room and locking the door behind them.

She swallowed. When had her throat gotten so dry? Why was it so hot in here? Breathe, dammit!

“We’re mixing something up next door,” she finally said, nodding her head toward Randy’s, “and wondered if we could borrow a cup of condoms.” It had seemed like a good idea at the time, coming here to ask for condoms. Hearing the words come out of her mouth now, she knew it was a bad idea. Especially when a better idea had since formed, one that involved this Irishman pulling her into his room and using the condoms on her.

He blinked. “You want to borrow what?”

“A cup of condoms.”

“Randy needs condoms?” He threw back his head and laughed. Before she could respond, Irish put the weight down and stepped out into the hall. He took her hand in his. “Darlin’, let’s you and I go have a little talk with your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my…” she started and then realized she should shut up.

Irish smiled and led her back to Randy’s room, the empty cup dangling on one finger of her other hand.

Randy sat on his bed, dressed, his head slumped in his hands.

“Sorry, boyo. You want to tell the lass or should I?” Irish said, the grin on his face suggesting he wasn’t sorry at all.

“Tell the lass what?” Kristin asked, pretty sure she wasn’t going to like the answer.

“You have to leave,” Randy said, his voice thick.

She snorted with a laugh, but when no one else laughed, she lost her smile and stared at Randy. “You’re kidding.”

“No kidding,” Irish responded when Randy couldn’t seem to. “So, get your—”

She snatched her hand from his large, warm grip and stared into his sinful, devilish eyes. Her temporary interest in Randy was obviously a mistake, but she didn’t like someone else making that decision for her. Especially the Irish hottie standing beside her, smiling like he was enjoying spoiling her plans, and enjoying her embarrassment. “Who are you? The sex police?”

He had the nerve to laugh.

“He’s the RA. Sean,” Randy explained, finally finding his voice. “He enforces dorm rules.”

“What rules?”

“No women on the floor after midnight—it’s now twelve forty-one—and I kick out the women I see,” Sean answered.

The ones he SEES. His meaning dawned on her and she shook her head. “Ah. So, if I hadn’t chosen your door to bang on—”

He nodded. “You’d still be holding an empty cup, but we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“This is ridiculous.” She tossed the empty cup at Randy, who caught it and cradled it like something precious. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Sean. “We’re grad students. Adults. We don’t need anyone regulating our sex life.” She turned her glare to Randy. He dropped his eyes to the floor—or to the cup again, she couldn’t be sure. She shook her head in disgust.

“Get your clothes on, darlin’,” Sean said, a chuckle in his voice that she found both endearing and annoying. “I’ll escort you home.”

“Thanks, but you’ve already been too helpful tonight.” She hoped her sarcasm wasn’t lost on him.

“Kristin…” Randy began.

She held up her hand to stop him. “Don’t even.”

Embarrassed to the tips of her toenails by this whole fiasco, Kristin rushed around the dimly lit room, tossing aside clothes, towels, books, and shoes to find her hastily discarded clothing, mumbling about little boys and their big egos, while the two guys watched quietly.

“How do you find anything in this dump? It’s a health hazard. Why don’t you enforce a rule about that, Mr. RA?” Spying her panties hanging on the lamp by the dresser, she quickly and discretely pulled them on, pretty sure she had flashed her pale cheeks to one or both of the guys, who were watching her intently when she turned around.

Sean held out a pair of skinny jeans that clearly didn’t belong to Randy. “Yours?”

She grabbed them from his hand and, as she pulled them on, a flash of neon purple winked at her from a pile of clothes. She dug in and pulled out her shirt.

Turning her back to her audience, she stripped off Randy’s shirt and tossed it onto the pile, wrinkling her nose at the unidentifiable smell clinging to it. As she was turning her own shirt right-side-out, she realized, too late, that she was standing in front of the full-length mirror hanging on the closet door.

Not only did she have a full view of Sean, but he had a full view of her.

His eyes held tight to her body, like a lion watches the gazelle he’s stalking. The heat of his stare skated across her skin, and she felt the fine hairs on her body stand up. His eyes met hers in the mirror and he grinned, making her nipples pucker and her pussy tingle as if he’d touched them with that smiling mouth.

Her heart rose high in her throat and she tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry. Oh, shit! She remembered that feeling swirling through her heated flesh like liquid heat. It wasn’t simple attraction. It was lust. Desire. Pure. Red-hot. Hungry.

What was wrong with her? How could she crave this perfect, hot, gorgeous, sexy-as-hell man she knew nothing about other than his name?

This was not good.

After almost two years of staying away from men, two in one night had seen her bare breasts and her naked ass. One of them she never wanted to see again. The other she wanted to donate her body to.

Pulling her shirt on forced her eyes away from his, but did nothing to staunch the loud humming in her body that said, “Gotta have me some of that.”

Careful to keep her eyes from the mirror, she found her jacket near the door and put it on, zipping it to her chin. One boot stood against the desk, along with her backpack.

“I can’t find my bra,” she said as she stuffed one foot into the boot. “It’s pink, it’s expensive, and it makes my breasts look spectacular, so I want it back.”

When she straightened, Sean stood at her side, the matching boot in his hand. She tried to avoid his eyes, but they compelled her to look. So she did. They looked into her, holding her, devouring her. He wanted her, too!

A sigh purred up from her throat, but she swallowed it before it could leave her mouth. Taking the boot from his hand, she dropped her eyes to focus on pulling it on, then rushed to the door. She picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder as she looked back at Randy.

“You do your half of the project, I’ll do mine, and this,” she wagged her finger between the two of them, “never happened.”

“Kristin…” Sean and Randy both began as she flung open the door.

“Give me a sec to get dressed,” Sean said.

“Sorry,” Randy whined.

She ignored them both and rushed out of the room, leaving the door open. She was down the stairs, out the front door, and several yards away from that dorm of regret when she heard footsteps clomping behind her on the crusty, frozen ground. Had Randy decided to do the right thing and walk her home? A glance over her shoulder told her it wasn’t Randy, but Sean jogging toward her. He had pulled on a thick hooded sweatshirt and hiking boots, which he’d left untied, but only those thin boxers covered his lower half.

Frigid air assaulted her lungs and nose when she breathed in, and she was cold even wearing jeans, boots, and a jacket. Guilt rose in her like foggy breath, knowing that Sean’s bare legs were probably freezing in the 32-degree February night.

“I’m fine on my own, really,” she said. “Go back in before you freeze.”

“Which dorm are you in?” He pulled the hood over his head and tucked his hands in the pockets at the stomach, ignoring her insistence that she was fine.

Fine, let him freeze. “Zia.”

“On the other side of campus?”

His shivering legs and chattering teeth brought a little smile to her face. “That’s the one. Still think I need an escort?”

“I kicked you out, so it’s my job to protect you. If your cute little arse got assaulted walking across campus at one in the morning, I couldn’t live with myself.”

She stared into desire-filled eyes, remembering his sinfully hot body, and, God help her, what was inside those damn-ugly boxers. “Who’s going to protect me from you?”

He laughed.

She didn’t. “You do realize frostbite hits large exposed areas first?”

“Aye. I also realize those areas are less likely to freeze if I keep moving, so if you don’t mind…”

They trudged across the still campus, the only sounds their footsteps on the icy brown grass, their breathing, and the occasional chattering of Sean’s perfect white teeth.

“Most of the guys on the floor have come to my door for condoms. But tonight’s the first time a beautiful, half-naked woman has asked for a whole cup.”

“Hmm, well, don’t be impressed or anything. It was just plain old desperation that sent me to your door,” she said, thankful for the darkness that hid her smile. He had called her beautiful.

“Desperation? For condoms or because you regretted your choice of partners?”

“Wow,” she said with a scoffing chuckle. “Someone has a high opinion of himself.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Look,” she said, and stopped, turning to face him. “It’s been a really long time since I…”

She couldn’t concentrate with his dark eyes shining, smiling, staring deeply into hers as if he were absorbing her every word and very interested in learning how long she had been celibate.

Swirling sensations of awareness for this perfect stranger were stirring up long-buried wants and needs. The heat of his body rushed out to meet hers, and, oh God, she could smell him, a delicious aroma of soap and sweat and man that made her want to lick him all over. She wanted to ask him to plant his flag in her and claim her for his own. Right here. Right now.

His very presence, his nearness, sucked the air from her lungs. And he grinned at her like he could read every single thought slip-sliding through her passion-filled brain. She strong-armed her inner slut back and tore her eyes from his, but that didn’t make the sensations burst like soap bubbles as she’d hoped.

“Never mind.” She started walking again, then stopped when she noticed he wasn’t beside her. She looked back. In the light of the half moon, she thought she saw his eyes glued to her butt. She spun around to face him.

“Are you looking at my ass?”

The grin he gave her said, “Aye, I was.” But his mouth said, “Why don’t you have a boyfriend taking care of your needs?”

“That’s none of your business.” She turned her back to him and continued walking, smiling when he jogged to catch up.

“Girls like you usually have loads of boyfriends to pick from.”

She stopped again, facing him with a spark of anger. “Girls like me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Ones with gorgeous green eyes that could stop a man’s heart and sweet lips that could bring him back to life with a single kiss.”

Though she knew a line of bull when she heard it, that damn sexy accent sent chills skating up and down her body and left her blushing and struggling for a response that didn’t include giggling or babbling.

“I’m not incapable of getting a boyfriend, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“I’d have one if I wanted one.”

His eyes were staring so deeply into hers that she was sure he could read the real reason she didn’t have a boyfriend. She lost her mind completely when he reached out and brushed a thick strand of hair from her face with his fingertips. Her skin heated under his touch and her bones began to slowly melt.

“Do you?” Sean breathed the words more than spoke them.

Shit! She’d forgotten the question. “Do I what?”

“Want someone?”

“What I want is…” Oh, my God, you! “…to focus on finishing my degree.”

“Can’t you juggle the books and a lover at the same time?”

“I could. I choose not to.” She kept walking and took a deep breath to steady herself. He was right beside her.

After a short pause, he interrupted the quiet night again with another question. “Would you like to know whether I have a girlfriend?”

Oh, God, yes! “I have a feeling you’re going to tell me whether I want to know or not.”

“I’m unattached…like you.”

“What!” she said, increasing the volume of her sarcasm. “You mean a charming guy such as yourself hasn’t found someone special even with a whole campus full of women to choose from? Hot-blooded American women, by the way, who fantasize about dropping their drawers for a guy with an Irish brogue.”

“Tell me, Kristin, is this your fantasy as well?” She felt his hand brush hers, and then one finger hooked hers, sending tingles up her arm and straight to her heart. “If so, I’d be happy to make it come true.”

Her face burned hot in the cold night as her mind scanned her list of top ten fantasies and found being with an Irish hunk sitting at numero uno. It was crazy how he knew just what to say to stop her heart. It was as if he could see inside her, see all her bottled-up secrets that longed to come out and be shared with that special someone she’d been looking for her entire life. Damn him!

She struggled for control over her emotions and moved her hand away from his. “Now I understand the problem. With that ego, I bet you’re looking for someone with the face of a movie star, the body of a model, the skills of a porn star, and the IQ of a gnat.”

He stopped and grabbed her hand so she would stop, too. His gaze locked on hers as he slid his hand around her waist and settled it at her lower back. Applying almost imperceptible pressure, he maneuvered her closer until mere inches separated her body from his.

“No,” he said, his voice somewhere between a whisper and a caress. “I’m looking for a woman who is so filled with passion that she’ll beat down a stranger’s door for a cup of condoms just to have me.”

Cold air wrapped around them in the stillness, uniting them. Breaths of steam exited their mouths in sync, mated in the air, and dissipated as one.

Shivering to dislodge the troupe of chill bumps that had settled down on her like snowflakes, she swallowed and steadied herself to speak.

“Don’t mistake my actions,” she answered, her voice low and soft, like she was confessing her sins to him. “I just needed someone tonight.”

“I don’t mistake your passion.” His voice matched hers in tone and volume, once again showing how in sync they were. “I saw it on your face when I opened my door.” He ran his thumb along her jaw line then touched the corner of her mouth. “And it wasn’t for Randy.”

He was right, of course. The second he’d opened his door, she had known without a single doubt that Randy had been a mistake. The desire she had felt for Sean at that moment was still alive and well. She could feel it, and he could see it. His eyes roamed hungrily over her face. She felt the warmth of his touch and his breath on her skin. Smelled his hard body, his desire. She felt the tug of him deep inside her. He wanted her, she wanted him. All the pieces were in place.

It would be a simple thing to shift closer, ease deeper into his embrace. Lift her mouth to his and let his kisses drive away all thoughts from her troubled mind. Let his hands remind her that she was a woman, with a woman’s need for a man. And not just any man…a man like him. No, not like him…him. Let his sexy, hard body satisfy that need. And he could do it. Of that she was fully convinced. The man radiated strength and sexual prowess. He would know how to fuck a woman, how to please her, to distraction.

Even as she shivered at the idea of what he could do to her, she knew it would be a mistake. He was her type—a love-her-and-leave-her kind of guy who would thrash her heart as easily as he had won it—unfortunately. The type she was trying to stay away from. She forced herself to step back from his embrace.

“Why would you think that?” she said and turned away from him to keep walking.

“Because Randy’s not your type,” Sean said, right by her side.

Shit! Was he a mind reader, too? “After knowing me for all of, what, five minutes, you’re an authority on my type?”

“I know the guys on my floor. Randy’s definitely wrong for you.”

“I hope the university is paying you mega bucks for your amazing talents of deduction.”

“No mega bucks. But I do get to escort beautiful women to their dorm.”

She felt her heart swell as his meaning sank in. That was twice he’d called her beautiful. “Doesn’t sound like much of a reward, if you ask me,” she said.

“All of life’s miracles are rewarding, darlin’. Some are just more…pleasurable.” At the last word, he let his eyes roam over her body, then took a deep breath and released it slowly.

His emphasis on the word, and the knowledge that he appreciated her body, settled hot and heavy between her legs. Realizing she was holding her breath, she exhaled.

“Is that some old Irish saying?”

“New Irish saying. I made it up myself. Just now. Are you impressed?”

“I’m impressed you can still move after being out in this cold without pants.”

“If you’re worried about me, you could invite me in.” He nodded his head toward the building looming before them. “A little body-to-body contact could save my life.”

Sudden and deep regret filled her when she saw they were already at the entrance to her dorm. “Well, I would, but men aren’t allowed in the dorms after midnight. And it’s now,” she glanced at her wrist where her watch would be if she’d worn it, “later than that. But thanks for the escort.”

She turned away from him and grabbed the door. It wouldn’t budge. Locked.

“Shit.” She cupped her hands on the window and peered into the building to check for any movement. The front desk and reception area, which closed at one, were dark and deserted.

“Lost your key in that mess at Randy’s?” he asked.

“No. It’s in my room, sitting on my desk.” She tapped her head on the window, feeling like an idiot.

“Can you call someone to let you in?”

“My phone’s sitting next to my key, so I don’t have anyone’s number.”

“Now that’s a real shame. Well, good night.” He held up his hand and turned to leave.

Regret scurried across her skin. “You’re just going to leave me here? Alone? In the dark?”

He turned back to her, and the warm gleam in his eyes chased away the chill sheeting her skin.

“I’ll stay... If you warm me up.” He stepped closer as if to pull her against him, but she moved back and crashed into the glass door.

“It’s your fault we’re out here, Irish. If you’d just stayed out of my business, we’d both be warm right now.”

“You invited me into your business when you knocked on my door, asking for condoms. Who’s your RA?” he said, pulling his phone from his pocket.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Natalia something.”

“Nattie Jones?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

He punched in several numbers. “You’d have been warm but miserable because you slept with the wrong guy. Hey, Nattie. Sean O’Neill. Good. You? Oh, sorry to wake you, but I’m downstairs with one of your residents who needs in. Fantastic. Thanks, love.” He hung up. “She’ll be right down.”

“My, aren’t you the charmer. I could hear her giggling from here.”

“Now, darlin’, don’t be jealous and hating on poor Nattie.”

“Jealous?” she scoffed. “Why would I be jealous?”

“I saw you checking out my boxers.”

Heat bloomed in her cheeks as Kristin fought to keep her mind and her eyes off his boxers—well, what was in his boxers. She couldn’t help herself. Her gaze went right to where the red lips seemed to pout atop the Blarney Stone. The material rose. She shifted her eyes quickly to his face. To the sexy little grin on his face. To his laughing eyes. Busted!

The buzzer sounded and the door clicked, signaling that it was unlocked and she could turn away from those smug, knowing eyes.

“Good night, Blarney Stone,” she said and reached for the handle, but he was already behind her, opening the door for her.

“Sleep well, darlin’.” The whisper in his voice tickled her ear, and she turned to face him. He was so close she could smell the minty sweetness of his breath. So close she could see that his eyes were indigo not black. So close that if she lifted her face but a few inches she could taste his lips.

Sean was absolutely right: Randy was the wrong guy for her in every way. Sean, on the other hand, was looking more and more like a wish she had made on a four-leaf clover. Despite the fact that his body shivered from the cold, he was holding the door for her until she got inside. He didn’t know her, but had escorted her all the way home in the cold February weather and stayed until she was safely inside her building. Randy hadn’t even offered and she knew him—had been heartbeats away from sleeping with him.

The tenderness she felt for Sean at that moment lifted her hand to his shoulder. She let her hand slide down his arm slowly from shoulder to wrist, her fingers caressing every muscle along the way and helping her remember what they looked like without the jacket covering them. “Thank you.”

He caught her hand when it ended its trek and slid his fingers softly between hers, casually linking them. “For walking you home or for ruining your night?”

“Both,” she said. “And sorry if anything…” she glanced down, “…froze.”

“If it did, it was worth it.”

She smiled. “Well…see you around.”

“Count on it.” He winked at her.

She turned to go in, and he let her hand slip away.

“Oh, about your breasts…” he started.

She nearly ran into the door spinning back toward him. “What?”

“Never mind. You better get inside. G’night.” He smiled, released the door, and moved away slowly, still facing her.

“No, tell me,” she said.

Sean was just out of reach. She could grab his arm, stop him, get him to finish his comment, but she’d have to let go of the door. A girl doesn’t let a comment about her breasts go she reasoned as the door locked in place behind her.

“Sean,” she said, grabbing his arm.

“Yes?” he teased, the ever-present smile in place.

“Tell me!”

He reached his hand into his sweatshirt pocket, pulled out something pink, and held it up by a strap. Chuckling, she lifted her bra from his finger, but he closed his finger over the strap before she could free it.

“Just so you know—it’s not this pink thing that makes your breasts look spectacular.”

Her breath left her lungs, and she longed to yank him hard against her and kiss the breath from his lungs.

“Are you coming in or not?” someone shouted from the door.

The voice broke their connection and they turned toward it. Nattie stood in the open doorway, hands on her round hips, blonde hair wound up in a massive clip.

Sean released Kristin’s bra and she stuffed it inside her jacket.

“I’m giving up my beauty sleep holding the door open for you,” Nattie said. “Not to mention freezing my ass off.”

“Nattie, love,” Sean said. “If you get any more beauty sleep, you’ll have to keep the men away with a tazer.”

She giggled. “Sean, you do my ego good. Now kiss her goodnight so I can get back to my warm bed.”

Sean looked at Kristin and grinned. “You heard her, darlin’,” he said and stepped closer. “She thinks I should…” his hands settled low and hot on her hips and he eased himself against her, “…kiss you.”

The touch of his fingertips, his palms, burned through her jeans and singed her skin all the way to her toes. Hot and achy tendrils tugged at her core as he moved even closer, the Blarney Stone brushing against her, his breath warming her lips. He was going to kiss her, and she was going to let him. There were a lot of reasons to stop him. But as her brain fogged over with desire, she couldn’t think of one.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have to stop him. He stopped on his own. And she realized with a cold and hurtful shock that she was deeply disappointed. Time stood still as he stared into her eyes, and she waited for him to say why.

“When I kiss you for the first time, I want you to taste only me in your mouth.” He backed away slowly then, maintaining eye contact. A few paces away, he turned and ran back across campus. Pretty fast for someone wearing half-laced boots and thin boxers, she noted before she went in, floating on a warm, fluffy cloud.

****

Sean jogged the rest of the way back to his room, thoughts of Kristin warming him despite the cold.

What the hell had just happened? That sexual tension running back and forth between them? That electricity sizzling when they touched? His hands still tingled from their brief contact with her hips. Had she felt it too? Fuck, yeah. She wanted him. He was certain of it. The thought spread through him like a licking, consuming fire.

There wasn’t a thing about her he hadn’t noticed. A cute little nose that turned up slightly at the tip. Green eyes that set his body on fire. A perky round ass that would fill his hands perfectly. Full breasts that would give his mouth and hands hours of pleasure. A smile that sent a bolt of desire straight to his heart. A sexy laugh that made his pulse surge and his cock leap to attention. He was already imagining her long, silky chocolate hair tangling around him during sex. He could hear the sound of her sweet voice screaming his name when he made her come.

He’d been with a few women since he’d arrived a month ago, always at their initiation, and he willingly lay with them. But he hadn’t wanted them enough to have done the asking or to have invited them back for an encore. He wanted this woman, and once wouldn’t be enough. He was going to have to touch her again. And kiss her. All over her body. Often. And she’d let him. He knew it. And he couldn’t wait.