STORY EXCERPT

Flinging back the sheets, Angie grimaced, rolled to a sitting position, and cursed her screaming muscles.

“I know, I know,” she muttered as she stood. “I grew lazy and then demanded you act like I was twenty again. Sorry!”

Hobbling over to the dresser, she thought it best to just stop, admit defeat, and at least give the poor things a little relief. Several stretches later, she felt half human and brought Raine’s bag over to the bed, nodding in appreciation at the contents. Not only was there a stack of clothing, but a good choice of packaged neutral makeup and lightly scented lotions. Laying out the T-shirts, she chose the black one to match the mood of her muscles. Angie tore a sale tag from a pair of white, lace-trimmed briefs, slipped them on, and blew a kiss to the air.

“Thank you, my sweet Raine for not sending me thongs.” She giggled when finding the matching bra lifted her boobs a bit into a pleasing position.

“Sorry for making you hang out in sports bras for too long,” she whispered to the perky mounds. Pleased the jeans slipped over her hips with ease, she instantly grimaced as an attempt at zipping failed with each pair.

“Not your fault, Raine,” she muttered. “You haven’t carried a nine-pound baby.” She squished her little belly mound and shook her head. “They always leave just enough aftermath behind to test any zipper.”

Feeling all kinds of stalkerish, she approached Furio’s long dresser, offered a silent apology, and pulled each drawer out in search of her clean clothes.

The granny panties and old bra were found in his underwear drawer and the socks in the one below. Relieved to have them stuffed under the gifted shirts and out of sight, she quickly shoved at a wall panel she hoped was a closet and wanted to shout in victory to find her jeans hanging next to a row of black trousers. Scrambling into the familiar material, she breathed out a sigh as the zipper slipped into place.

Figuring her allotted five minutes had long expired, Angie grabbed a pair of socks, gripped her new bag, and pushed the door aside. It took a few quick eye blinks to realize what lay in her path.

Hazy steam billowed out from the bathroom door and carried Furio with it. A low-hanging bath towel wrapped his narrow hips, emphasizing a flat belly button and two intriguing muscles on either side arrowing downward to disappear beneath the edge. She swallowed hard upon recognizing the obvious lump pushing against the material. No way could any woman raise a pinky to tease this virile man, she mused.

Her gaze worked up his glistening golden skin, across well-defined abs, sculpted pecs, and directly to the silver necklace nestled between them. The tooth part glittered as his big body turned her way. She glanced up and realized his raised, muscle-packed arms had stopped scrubbing a smaller towel draped over his head. Luscious green eyes peered at her, steady, and unmoving. He pushed aside the smaller towel, arms slowly lowering to his sides. Captivated, she watched his damp locks trickle down and stick to his chest.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. He was spectacular. A living work of art. Something to be admired and puzzled over for years and years and years. His clothes hadn’t hidden he was a big guy, but damn, in the flesh threatened to never allow her to breathe again.

“I’ll stand here forever,” he rumbled, “if you continue to look at me in this way, my sweet foemina. I’m honored.”

Batting her eyes until a little sense returned, Angie cleared her throat.

“I’m sorry. Rude of me…but you’re simply stunning.” She felt rooted to the floor as he strolled toward her but managed to turn to the side to let him inside his own room, only to freeze as he halted within the doorframe and faced her. She fought to keep her eyes locked with his and her hands where they belonged. One touch of his awesome body and she knew she’d be giggling like a teenager snuggling up to the star quarterback. His lopsided smile almost cut her knees out from beneath her.

“Oh, my lovely, dolcezza,” he whispered in his usual skin-tingling accent. “Please join your son waiting at the breakfast table or the barbarian kicking at my gut will surely snatch you and take you to my bed.”

Heated, thunderous throbs beat against her clit and startled her silly. The long-forgotten sensation increased as he leaned forward, so close his fragrant breath wafted across her lips.

“Run, my pretty flower,” he whispered against her ear. “Or join me. Always your choice.”

“Aw, hell. You’ll be the death of me, Furio. You’re unfair.” Angie could hear his soft chuckles as she hightailed it down the corridor. She swore she felt his eyes glued to her ass and found a semblance of calm upon the sound of his door sliding into place.

ADULT EXCERPT

“What happened? You had ninety minutes for the—” He grunted as she scaled his body, hugged his neck tight, and whispered against his ear, “Close the door. Hurry.” Her thighs tightening around his waist spurred his need to annihilate whatever had scared her to his room.

Gripping her under the ass and around the waist, he quickly backed up, kicked the door closed, and tried to set her down, yet she clung to him even harder.

“Calm, little one,” he rumbled against her shoulder. “Let me get you safely inside, and I shall go kill whoever has chased you to me.” Her giggle surprised him. Warm breath tickling his neck sent chills to race across his flesh.

“You don’t have a shirt on,” she said in a voice so sultry he thought perhaps his knees might buckle. He cleared his throat upon realizing neither did she. Plump breasts smashed against his chest, teasing with their softness. He wanted to howl to the ceiling when feeling the conprobatus tooth catch between the gorgeous mounds, further reminding his mate was within his arms. Willingly. His brows rose as she inhaled against his neck and then nipped his ear.

“You smell good, too. Sweaty man. Umm.”

“I worked out…with Brendan,” he stammered.

Furio stumbled backward a few paces as warm lips slipped across his jaw and lingered over his. He had never had her look upon him with such intensity.

“I couldn’t finish the massage.”

She licked his lower lip, and his cock filled and lengthened. He nuzzled her forehead and groaned. “Why not, sweetness?”

“I was okay until he started sliding his hands down my thighs—”

“He? I asked for a female.”

“Nope. Was a guy. And he wasn’t you. I wanted it to be you.”

Her mouth crashed down onto his in an overwhelming wash of need and urgency. He loved the feel of her fingers burying into his hair as her warm tongue slipped easily around his, investigating… exploring. In a valiant attempt, her thighs tried sliding his shorts down.

His deep moan refusing to stay inside, he released a hand to tug at his shorts and then thanked the gods as he connected with the bed and his ass plopped onto the soft mattress just as he kicked the material to the side. She settled on his lap, and he felt crazed for a few beats as he willed his hands to use calm precision when removing her bathrobe.

Relieved to feel it slip to the floor, he palmed her equally naked ass and squeezed. He broke for air, leaned back, and looked down at her hairless pussy sealed against his lower belly.

“Gods,” he said on a push of breath. “You’re exquisite.” He palmed her breasts. “So soft and plush.”

Fingers gripping his shoulders, she rose to her knees and huskily whispered, “I want you inside me. Please. Now.”

Sliding two fingers between her open, glistening pussy lips, he moaned to find her slick and warm. He reached forward, grabbed his cock beating incessantly against the back of her thigh, and notched the weeping head at her welcoming opening. He gritted his teeth at the exhilarating sensation. Clasping her hips, he leaned back until his abs tightened and lifted her just enough to start a slow, up-and-down motion to slick his cockhead. Her fingers tightened.

“Oh, yeah. That feels good, Furio. More. Give me more.”

The husky tone of his name, her hips rocking to pull more of him into her, and perfect white teeth clasping the edge of a lip as sultry eyes bore into his own devastated his will to remain calm and steady.

Furio impaled her on his cock, moaning as her slick, tight walls slid down the length of him, gripping and fluttering. He heaved for air as her knees gripped his sides, muscles tensed, and her head lolled back as a beautiful, ancient wail of sublime pleasure escaped her slack lips. She was coming on his dick, gripping it in an unrelenting spasm, causing his balls to lift and threaten his demise. He rolled them over, refusing to let his cock leave her wet, pulsating heat.

Feet planted on the carpet, he lifted her hips and fucked her into a twisting, groaning wanton female desperate to keep feeling the top of his dick crashing against her swollen clit. She came twice more, and he reveled in her need to pull him down to clasp him close as she undulated and cried out against his chest. He loved watching her languid drop back to the bed, hair splaying out and arms akimbo.

“You have no idea of your beauty,” he ground out, shocking himself at the guttural tone. His barbarian Nubis fought to emerge and overwhelm. He tightened his jaw and forced his core to remain at bay. Now was not a time to demand a mating.