True to his promise, he did e-mail. As ridiculous as it was, when she opened each one, a thrill went through her. Undeniably, she was touched by the pictures he sent, sharing Paris with her through his camera phone. How could she not be bowled over by the gesture? It seemed so unlike a man of Nash’s reputation.

Feeling better for making her decision about the fling with Nash, as well as creating some emotional boundaries for herself, she’d been rustling through her bag for her keys as she walked up to her apartment. She failed to notice him standing at her door until she was nearly on him, jumping when he said her name.

“Shit! I didn’t see you.”

He looked sexy in jeans and a dress shirt, open at the collar. His smile warmed her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I got home early. You got some time for me?”

Without another word, she unlocked the door, motioning him inside with her chin. Closing it with her foot, she bolted it, dropped her backpack on the chair and toed off her sneakers.

“I have lots of time for you. Question is, are you going to have enough strength for what I have in mind?” She moved toward him and he grinned.

“I’m all yours, babe. I slept on the plane. You look good.”

He took a step to her and suddenly their bodies were wrapped together from lips to toes.

“Bedroom?” he gasped, breaking the kiss.

Tugging his hand, she led him to her bedroom and he slammed the door behind himself. “You. Naked. Now.”

“Oh. My.” Her hands went to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, tossing it aside. She shimmied out of her jeans and got rid of her socks, standing before him in nothing more than some lip gloss and a matching panty-and-bra set with cherries on them.

He managed to make a mental note to buy her some lingerie with the cherry motif. She seemed to like it, and God knew he did.

“You have an amazing body, Dahlia. So pretty. Let me see it all.”

Reaching around, she unhooked her bra and let it slide to the floor just before she stepped out of her panties. She was a goddess. Absolutely gorgeous.

“The first time I saw you I thought, now there’s a woman a man can sink himself into for days. Only, I had no idea just how alluring you were. Lay back.”

Moving to lie down on her bed, she looked up at him, eyes filled with sex and trouble. “That’s really nice. You’re good with the words there, maestro. So, now, when do you get naked?”

He chuckled. “Good things come to those who wait, Dahlia.”

Lightning quick, he grabbed her ankle and pulled her toward him, bringing her ass right to the edge of the mattress. She stared up at him, pupils huge, lips parted, and when he dropped to his knees she gasped.

Openmouthed, he kissed and licked up the inside of her leg, from ankle to knee, stopping to lave the hollow at the back. The skin of her inner thigh was velvet-soft and he could smell just how much she wanted him. Her scent did something to him, tightened things low in his gut. His cock throbbed in time with the frantic beat of his heart, and he fought to control this rampant desire she brought out in him.

Spreading her thighs wide with his shoulders, he parted her labia with his thumbs and looked his fill at the pretty pink furls of her pussy.

“Damn, this has be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. And all swollen and wet just for me. I like that part the best.” Looking up, he met her eyes as she stared down at him.

Moving his thumbs, he used the flesh of her labia and clitoral hood to stroke against her clit, slow and sure. He alternated between watching her pussy swell and darken and looking into her face as she fell deeper and deeper toward orgasm.

“Please!” she finally burst out, sounding desperate.

“Please what, Dahlia? I want you to tell me what you want.”

Her eyes narrowed and she swallowed. “Make me come, Nash.”

“With my fingers like this?” He slid two fingers deep and squeezed her clit gently between slippery thumb and forefinger of the other hand. A ragged groan tore from her lips as she rolled her hips into his hand.

“No! Or yes. Sure. Whatever!”

He chuckled and took his hands away. “You don’t sound so sure. How about with my mouth like this.” Leaning in, he took a swirling lick from her gate up around her clit, tickling the underside of it with the tip of his tongue.

“Yes! Oh, yes, like that,” she whispered urgently.

“Now that sounds sure. It also sounds like you like to be told what to do. I’ll have to keep that in mind for later,” he murmured just as he got back to work.

His mouth on her was sure and aggressive, much like he was. Dahlia gave in to the sensations that rode her spine from clit to nipples to brain. Every inch of her skin felt alive and electric.

There wasn’t an inch of her pussy his mouth missed. As her hands gripped the bedspread, his tongue surveyed every fold, every dip and bump. Lapping, licking, grazing with the edge of his teeth, rolling his lip against her clit, his erotic assault on her was relentless.

Dahlia was sure nothing had ever felt so damned good. Her head whipped from side to side as she begged for more, writhed and clutched the blankets. He was as good with his mouth when it was eating pussy as he was with those damned compliments. The man was a menace.

And then he pressed two fingers into her and turned his wrist, curling the fingers until he found a spot so sweet inside her she was sure she’d never experienced such sharp and intense pleasure before.

It was all over when he slowly sucked her clit between his lips, grazing it ever so gently with his teeth. Her back bowed as a hoarse cry came from her. Orgasm rose up and sucked her under. There was nothing else but his mouth on her, his hands holding her, touching her.

He continued to push her right into another smaller but still intense aftershock climax. He would have continued for another but she couldn’t take the intensity any further and scrambled up the bed, away from that wicked, wicked mouth.

She felt him move next to her and cracked open an eye. “That mouth of yours ought to be registered as a lethal weapon.”

“Just wait till you see what I can do with my cock.”

She moaned, rolling to look at him. “Let’s go. Show me. But you’re not naked. This perturbs me.”

He grinned and sat up, quickly divesting himself of the shirt before scrambling off the bed to deal with his pants, socks and underwear. His upper body was delicious. A chest that wasn’t too hairy, nicely defined pecs, wide shoulders leading to a tapered, narrow waist. Muscled biceps and forearms made her wonder just how many surfaces he could fuck her against as he held her up.

She rolled off the bed, following him. “Let me do that.” Falling to her knees, she unbuttoned the jeans and slid them and the boxer briefs down muscled thighs, helping him out of them and his socks.

“I’ve had this recurring fantasy,” she said, looking her fill at his gorgeous body.

“What a coincidence. I’ve had this one before, too,” he said drily.

Her hands slid up his calves and thighs. Nice and hard. “You work out.” Palms smoothing over the hard lines of his abdomen, she trailed a fingertip around his navel and then down the arrow of brown-blond hair leading to his cock.

Without any further preamble, she wrapped a fist around the base and angled his cock to take him into her mouth. Round and round her tongue slid over the head and crown, tasting the salty tang of pre-cum that beaded at the slit.

He sighed her name and she smiled momentarily before moving to take more of him between her lips. Rocking back and forth, she moved on him, taking him into her over and over, learning him, loving his taste.

Hands sliding through her hair, he held her in a sure grip, guiding her, and a thrill moved through her at the control he exerted. Cupping his balls in her palm, she pressed two fingertips to the spot just behind them and he jumped and then groaned.