Page 59 of Recipe for Temptation

Reese cursed in frustration, her fingers fumbling in her urgency to get at his skin. Even with his own hands flying over the buttons with practiced efficiency, it wasn’t fast enough for her.

“Hurry,” she pleaded in a breathless, lusty voice she hardly recognized as her own. “Oh my God, Michael, please hurrry.”

He laughed, dark and wicked.

She practically wept with exhilaration as he tore the jacket off his broad shoulders and tossed it aside. Seeing that he wore a white T-shirt underneath, she scowled at yet another barrier. Together she and Michael tugged the shirt up and over his head.

And then he was on display for her, his wide, powerful chest ridged with muscle beneath glorious dark chocolate skin. In helpless fascination she ran her hands over him, her fingers tracing the horseshoe-shaped brand on his muscled bicep. He watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, a faint tremor passing through him as she slowly traced the Greek letter.

He lowered his head and took her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, whispering between her lips, “I love the way you touch me.”

“And I love touching you,” she whispered back.

He groaned, his eyes glittering with fierce arousal as he pushed her skirt out of the way. She raised her hips so he could pull her panties down and off her legs. She watched as he brought the scrap of black lace to his nose and inhaled, his eyes rolling closed as he savored her scent. It was such a blatantly erotic gesture that she nearly came out of her skin, her blood overheated so fast.

He set her panties down on the table, as if he wanted to keep them within easy reach. Holding her gaze, he trailed his middle finger up the inside of her thigh, leaving a path of scorched nerve endings. She gasped as he stroked her clit, which was as painfully hard and tight as her nipples. He didn’t taunt her this time about the hot river of need spilling from between her legs. Tonight wasn’t about scoring points.

Tonight was about heeding raw animal instinct.

In that moment, Reese didn’t want gentle lovemaking. She wanted hard and fast pounding, a primal wild fury that would quench the fire raging in her blood. And she knew beyond a doubt that this man could—and would—deliver.

She went for his belt at the same time he did, their fingers tangling in their haste to get him unbuckled and unzipped. She shoved down his dark trousers and briefs, gasping as his big cock sprang free. It was impressively long, thick and hard. The flared head glistened with precum, and a solitary vein bulged beneath the granite-smooth dark skin. It was the most beautiful thing Reese had ever seen, and her pussy contracted in hungry response.

Before she could reach down to stroke him, he dug inside his pants pocket and fished out his wallet. She almost sobbed with relief when she saw the welcome flash of a foil packet. He ripped it open with his teeth and quickly smoothed the condom over his erection. She moaned and shamelessly rubbed her hips against him, desperate to have him inside her. She’d waited long enough, way past the limits of human endurance.

As he dragged her to the very edge of the table, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clamped her thighs around his hips. They stared into each other’s eyes as he thrust into her. She cried out at the exquisite fullness of him, stretching her impossibly as he bottomed out inside her.

“Shit,” he groaned as a deep shudder ripped through his big body. Bracing his arms on either side of her, thick biceps bulging, he closed his eyes in an expression of pure and unadulterated ecstasy.

Reese licked at his parted lips and tightened her thighs around him, savoring the profound intimacy of the moment. A moment unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, a powerfully erotic connection that would surely ruin her for all others.

Slowly Michael’s eyes slitted open and he began moving inside her, a deep, languorous glide that promised unspeakable pleasures. She moaned helplessly and gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into the hard pad of muscle.

As his strokes deepened, he stared into her eyes with a burning ferocity that intensified the throbbing ache in her womb.

“I fucking knew it’d be this good between us,” he whispered thickly. “We both knew it the moment we saw each other the very first time.”

Reese could only manage a whimper, beyond any and all rational thought.

Soon the tempo of his thrusts increased, sending her achy breasts bouncing up and down. He bent, sucking a nipple into his mouth in a hot, greedy pull that made her blood boil with need. Gasping his name, she raked her nails down his back, scoring his skin on either side of his spine.

A low, rough growl came from his throat before he raised his head and kissed her so hard that their teeth clashed and blood bloomed inside her mouth, though she wasn’t sure whose it was. They kissed with raw urgency, mouths parting and fusing, tongues twining hotly. She was frantic with need, a willing slave to his masterful possession of her body. He owned her and he knew it. There could be no denying it after this.

Breathing hard and fast, he grasped her bottom in both hands and lifted her off the table, forcing her to absorb the full impact of his massive body pounding into hers. Over his shoulder, she caught sight of his tight, round ass in a mirror on the opposite wall. The image of his muscles clenching and unclenching as he thrust inside her was straight out of her most illicit fantasies, arousing her beyond all bearing.

She locked her ankles behind his ass, her hips pumping wildly as she met the slamming force of each upward stroke. He groaned his approval, throwing back his head and closing his eyes. A fine sheen of perspiration coated his dark skin, the tendons in his neck straining. Her hungry gaze followed a single trickle of sweat that rolled down his rippling abs and disappeared between their joined bodies.

They rocked against each other, flesh slapping together, their guttural cries and moans echoing around the large kitchen. Delirious with pleasure, Reese clawed at his shoulders, her heart thundering away as a delicious pressure gathered velocity in her core, her muscles clamping tighter around his cock.

“Shit. Shit.” He set her back down on the table and draped her knees over his elbows, spreading her thighs wide. She stared up at his lust-hardened face, her belly quivering as he slid almost all the way out. His eyes blazed black as coal as he ruthlessly drove back into her, plunging so deep she felt the vibrations in the back of her womb.

She sobbed with pleasure as her body soared higher and higher, the pressure building to fever pitch. “Oh God…oh God…please…”

With one more powerful thrust, Michael sent her hurtling into a mind-blowing orgasm of epic proportions. She threw back her head and screamed his name as her drenched walls contracted with each explosive spasm, milking his cock in long hard pulls.

He made a choked sound, half curse, half prayer. The slap of his rock-hard stomach intensified, and she felt his sac pulse against her. Seconds later he came with a primal shout, his hips bucking furiously as he rode her through his violent release.

They clutched each other tightly, his face buried in the sweaty curve of her neck. Their bodies were shaking, breath sawing in and out of their lungs.

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