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do you need me
to do?”
    He was speechless for a moment as he stared down at me. Then
his mouth slanted across mine and I yelped in surprise. I don’t know what I’d
expected but this wasn’t it. How could this possibly help him travel through
time? The question was nearly forgotten as his tongue twined with mine
erotically, circling and rubbing, sending a rush of moisture between my legs.
Did it really matter how this could help him when he kissed me like that?
    A second later he reached down and ripped the front of my
pants open. I tensed; this was moving way too fast. One of his hands cupped the
back of my head and he deepened the kiss before capturing my tongue and sucking
on it. Oh God, that felt incredible. So sensual and unbelievably arousing.
    My head was spinning with desire when his hand slid down
between my thighs and his fingers pushed inside me. The rough pads of his
fingers slid over the sensitive tissue sending lightning flashing through my
nerve endings. When he added the gentle pressure of his hand rubbing over my
throbbing clitoris I saw stars.
    And the kiss, the man knew how to kiss. His tongue and lips
moved with mine, teasing and tempting, then devouring, expertly evoking a
wanton reaction from me.
    I’d never been so turned on in all my life and I pulled him
closer as the intensity of the sensations continued to build. Rook started
walking me backwards and a moment later my legs hit one of the oversized lounge
chairs. He lowered me onto it with one hand behind my back and the other braced
on the chair. The loss of his questing fingers left me aching for more and a
harsh noise of complaint tore out of my throat.
    Then my feet were in the air and he was pulling my shoes off
while I watched him with wide eyes trying to catch my breath. He grabbed my
pants by the waistband and yanked them down my legs. I expected him to rip my
panties off next but instead he stopped for just a moment, utterly transfixed
by the lacy pink thong I was wearing. After a moment his eyes lifted to mine
and I shivered when I saw the hunger darkening his face. I’d never had a man
look at me that way, like he was starving and I was going to be his first good
meal in decades.
    A heartbeat later he jerked upright and my mind started
racing like an out of control emotional roller coaster. Was I really going to
do this? It wasn’t that I didn’t want to because I did, more than I wanted my
next breath. But like this? And what would this mean tomorrow? Would I be able
to live without him once I really knew what I was missing? Would I be able to
live at all if he didn’t get inside me right now?
    Rook glanced at his boots and shook his head then he tore
the front of his pants wide open and put a knee on the chair between my legs.
The roller coaster came to a screeching halt and there were no more questions
plaguing my mind.
    The instant I saw his arousal, long and hard with a bead of
moisture glistening on its tip, raw, hungry need had me spreading my legs in
invitation. I reached out to grip his shoulders bringing him with me as I lay
back on the thick cushion of the lounge chair. Our lips locked together as he
pushed that tiny bit of soft pink material aside and guided himself into the
tight entrance of my body.
    With short, quick thrusts he worked his way into my wet
depths, setting me on fire as his hard flesh bore into mine. When he was
finally seated fully inside my body we both groaned with satisfaction. Finally .
How many times had I fantasized about this?
    Rook broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. It was just
like before when I’d fallen into his eyes. Only this time, with his hard flesh
filling me, the connection was more absolute. The warm energy didn’t just seep
into me, it poured and it felt amazing.
    Rook didn’t give me a chance to question the feeling. He
rose up high on his arms and began moving his hips rhythmically, driving his
thick arousal into me again and again. Blissful sensations rapidly