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“You self-righteous prick,” she answered back. “I don’t owe anyone an explanation of where I go or what I do. I may not have known I was heading toward a storm, but I made it just fine. I have warm clothes and food, so I hardly think that I am totally unprepared. And what rapist or murderer would possibly know about this place or be able to find it in the middle of a storm? And on top of that, what the hell are you doing here?” she yelled, eyes snapping with her hands on her hips.

Stepping forward, he yelled back, “Don’t turn this on me. You put yourself in danger.”

“How am I in danger? I’m here safe and sound, was enjoying a fabulous bath and then you come barging in, invading my privacy!”

“You’re lucky it was me and only me invading your privacy.”Infuriating woman.Jesus, she’s the only person who makes me lose all control.Standing toe to toe they glared into each other’s eyes, anger morphing into something more primal.

Pulling her to him quickly, he covered her mouth with his own. Deep, wet and hard. An unrestrained kiss that spoke volumes as their arms entwined. Lifting her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist as her arms clutched his shoulders. Moving their heads from one side to the other, their tongues dueled in a frenzy for dominance.

Thrusting his tongue deeply into the warmth of her mouth, he tasted the heady combination of mint and her. Distinctly her. Two more steps forward had her back against the wall. Her breasts pressed into his chest, as one arm held her ass and the other was wrapped around her back. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and could not tell if the animalistic moan came from her or him…or both.

He pushed her more firmly against the wall, supporting her so that he had both hands free. She immediately began to grind herself on his torso, desperate for the friction to ease the ache that was deep inside.

He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and whipped it up over her head, their kiss only breaking long enough for the material to pass their lips. After lifting her hands, allowing her top to fly off, she grabbed his head holding it tight as she delved her tongue back into his mouth.

She had not put her bra back on after her bath and his hands quickly found the heavy globes that fit perfectly in them. He moved his thumbs over her nipples, alternating between pinching and gently rubbing.

Throwing her head back against the wall, she allowed his lips to leave a wet trail of kisses from her throat down her neck to the tops of her breasts. She thrust them forward as an unconscious offering and one that he was more than willing to take. Sucking a nipple deep into his mouth, he licked, nipped, bit, and suckled until she was writhing wildly. Moving over to give the other nipple the same attention, his hand slipped down her pajama bottoms and found her panties soaked. Pulling the bottoms and panties over her hips, he jerked them off her legs then picked her back up.

Lips locked once more, he hefted her up in his arms long enough to unbutton and unzip his jeans, freeing his swollen cock. Having lost all control, he held her over the tip, finding her slick folds ready for him. His mind, filled with the pounding need that roared through him, was barely conscious of her small hands holding him closely. Needing to be inside of her was more important than his next breath.

“Please,” she begged, her mind equally filled with desire and longing that drowned out all other voices in her head. She only felt. Experienced. Every fiber of her being tingled with the need of him deep inside.I’ve waited forever for someone like you. No, not like you. Just you.

With one swift plunge, he seated her firmly and completely on his dick, barely hearing her head bang on the wall behind her.Damn, she’s tight. Too tight. Something’s wrong?—

Before he could process that thought, she was moving on his cock, trying to ease the ache. With one hand on the wall beside her head to maintain his balance, he thrust up and down, taking her as he had wanted to for the past year.

Her fingernails scored his back as she felt the tingles that had tempted her as she rubbed herself on his jeans now intensified as her entire sex clutched at him. Strung tight as a bow, she was aware of every movement of his thick cock stretching her tighter. Tighter and tighter until she was sure she would snap.

He could not remember the last time he had felt like this. Barely aware of anything other than the roaring in his ears, he moved one hand down to her clit, thumbing it in rhythm to his thrusts. Finally, with his name screaming from her lips, she felt her sex clench and electric jolts moved from her core, spreading outward in all directions.

As her incredibly tight inner walls milked his cock, he found himself pouring his seed deep into her. Continuing to stroke the inside of her until every last drop was emptied, he rested all of his weight on the arm against the wall, holding him up.

Sweating and panting together, her head was resting next to his arm, eyes tightly closed as the sensations flowed over her.I’ve wanted him for so long.Opening her eyes to see his face, she saw that he was looking down as he pulled out of her. Waiting for him to say something profound or romantic, she wanted him to look into her eyes.

“God, that was a mistake,” came the agonized words.

His words slapped her with cold as if she were standing in the storm outside. Pushing against him, she slid out of his arms as she looked to see her virgin blood on his cock.A mistake?If she thought the idea of being alone in the world was the worst pain, she realized she had just slipped even deeper into agony.

Tears welled in her eyes as she ran into the bedroom, slamming and locking the door. Lying on the bed, she felt the sobs overtake her as the realization that the most perfect moment in her life up to now was only a mistake to the one man that she ever cared about.

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Stunned, Tony stood in the hallway trying to process what had just happened.Shit, that wasn’t what I meant.

Stepping to the bedroom door, he pounded as he called out, “Sherrie. You took that the wrong way. I didn’t mean that it was a mistake. Not what we did. Well…it was, but not how you think. I just meant that it was wrong. No, not wrong. Just done the wrong way. But that’s my fault.” No sound came from the room, other than the sound of heartbreak.

Resting his head on the door, he said, “Sherrie, nothing’s coming out right. Please don’t cry. Let me explain, but let me do it face to face.”

Nothing.

Moving to the bathroom, he washed the blood and semen off and then pulled his pants back up. Washing his hands in the sink, he looked into the mirror.You’re a royal fuck-up. When the hell did that happen?You just took a virgin up against the wall. Without a condom.

Stepping back into the room, he saw her pajamas and panties on the floor. Bending to pick them up, he was filled with shame. Another emotion he had not felt in a long time.Jesus, I’ve broken the record on the number of new emotions in one day for me. All because of her.One petite, blonde with a curvy body and a personality that pulled him in. Or rather pulled himself out of his constant morose mood.

Deciding she needed time to cry and possibly plan his demise, he walked back to the window looking out over the front yard. The snow was still swirling, his SUV now as covered as hers. His gaze expertly took in the room once again, this time landing on the stone fireplace and the pile of wood stacked nearby. Starting a fire, he felt the warmth in the blaze as he rubbed his chest, wishing the tightness to go away.

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