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Raven

H endrix does not have a hotel room. He has a penthouse suite with a view across the bay to the barrier islands. It has a small living room, a cute little kitchen, and around the corner, a full, king-sized bed.

My stomach is jumpy, and I slip into the luxury bathroom as soon as we arrive. It has a separate, glassed-in shower and a large, jetted bathtub, and I’m texting my sister.

I’m hiding in the bathroom of Hendrix Bradford’s hotel suite, and he’s out there waiting to seduce me

Chewing the side of my fingernail, I pace back and forth, wondering if she’ll even see this message. She’s an hour ahead in Atlanta.

Relief shoots through me when my phone vibrates with her reply.

Mimi

Get out there and get seduced!

I’m nervous, and there’s nothing to eat.

Mimi

Eat some dick

He’s too hot for me—he has a square chin and a scar on his lip that is so. HOT

Mimi

He’s a Category 5 hurricane, and you’re The Raven Gale—now face him down!

He’s more like a tornado ready to level my trailer park…

Mimi

Yes, girl… let him level it!

omg

Mimi

BE TASHA!!! Be fierce and own Hendrix Bradford’s dick!

I might not come out alive…

Mimi

At least you’ll go out in a blaze of glory!

Later gator.

Mimi

After while, dile.

Leaning forward, I cover my face in both hands. My heart beats so hard, I take a few deep breaths to steady my nerves.

Shaking my hair back, I straighten my shoulders, looking at myself in the mirror. “Tasha,” I whisper, then I open the door with a flourish.

He’s near the balcony with his dress shirt unbuttoned half-way. I can see shadowy lines on the muscles of his chest, and with the sleeves rolled, I notice ink on his muscular forearm. His brown hair is tousled, and his fine ass rests against the back of a leather sofa.

When he turns to look at me, a grin parts his full lips, and my panties go up in smoke. “Everything okay?”

The hot cherry Fireball burns low in my stomach, and I give him a full smile. “Yeah,” I exhale a laugh, shaking my head. “My little sister sent me a text, so I took a minute to reply.”

Pushing off the couch, he closes the distance between us, and I swallow air. He moves as gracefully as a dancer. I imagine it’s because he’s so athletic.

He’s a tight end. He has a tight end. The thought almost makes me want to snort, but I hold it back.

“You have a little sister?” His voice is deep and smooth as silk.

My eyes are fixed on his full lips, and I wonder what it will feel like to kiss them. I’m fascinated by that tiny white scar. I want to slide my tongue along it.

“Yeah, Amelia.”

His brow quirks. “Another pageant girl?”

“No, thank goodness.” I walk over to the granite-topped bar lining the edge of the kitchenette. “She managed to escape that nightmare. She’s a business major at Emory.”

He’s standing beside me, and he’s so tall. At five-foot-five, I’m not exactly short, but with my heels off, my face only reaches the top of his chest.

Turning, I look up at him. “I didn’t realize you were so tall.”

“Six-two.” He puts his hands on the bar and steps one foot back so his face is lower. “Better?”

It’s what he did at the reception when he said he wanted to devour every inch of me. My chest squeezes, and I’m breathing fast again.

“Yes.” I lift my hands to his shoulders, leaning closer. “You smell really good.”

He turns his face so his lips brush the top of my ear. “So do you.”

Tracing my hands along his unbuttoned shirt, my body trembles when I see his chest and stomach. “It’s like you’re airbrushed.”

He leans back, meeting my gaze. “What?”

“I forgot you don’t watch movies. It’s a line… ”

I want to get back to our banter. I’m more confident when we’re joking around—like we did all the way down the aisle and all the way through the reception.

Dropping his lips to my ear, he whispers, “What’s wrong?”

My face flames with heat. “I’ve never done this before.” Confusion fills his eyes, and I realize at once what he’s thinking. “I mean, I’ve done it before. Of course, I’ve done it . I’m over thirty.”

“And by it , you mean…”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Glad to hear it.” The smile that curls his sexy mouth is pure amusement, and he glances to the side like he’s telling me a secret. “I’m not either.”

I really do snort that time, and my eyes widen. His dance, and it’s better. I’m not sure how he makes me so relaxed, but he does.

“What should we do?” I don’t know why I’m whispering.

“May I kiss you?”

My tongue pops out to wet my bottom lip, and I nod.

Long fingers hold my chin, tilting it higher. His eyes hold mine a moment as he lowers his face, then they close as warm velvet seals my mouth. They open, and I don’t know how, but he pulls my lips with his.

His tongue slides next to mine, and it’s the exact amount of pressure, coaxing and curling. A strong hand is against my lower back, scooping me firmly against his chest, and my pussy clenches when I feel his hard dick against my stomach.

My fingers curl on his shoulders, gripping his shirt and pulling him closer as his mouth continues to ravage mine. I’m doing my best to keep up. He tastes like cinnamon and he smells like warm vanilla and sandalwood.

His body is strong and hard, and my arms straighten then wrap around his neck. I stretch against him like a cat as he wraps his arm around my back, pulling me tighter to him.

I don’t want to stop kissing him. He’s like the air I breathe .

Moving his lips to my cheek, he speaks in my ear. “You’re a good kisser.”

“You are too…” I whisper, blinking my eyes open slowly.

Releasing me, he takes a slight step back to remove his shirt, and my jaw drops. I carefully place my hand on the top of his chest, moving it to his rounded shoulder.

Lines of ink trace down his right arm, but I don’t have time to study him.

“Now your turn.”

“Oh…” Fear tightens my stomach, and I hate it. I hate the voices in my head.

Turning, I go to the bedroom, where two lamps shine from the side tables. A round switch is on the wall, and I reach out to turn it off, plunging us into darkness.

“Whoa,” he laughs. “Let me see if I can fix that.”

Standing at the foot of the bed, I watch his shadowy form go to the side of the bed and turn one of the lamps on again. It’s still too much light, and I look down at my dress.

“I’d rather them off.” My voice is quiet.

A confused smile lifts the side of his mouth. “But then I can’t see you.”

Wrinkling my nose, I shrug. “I’m more comfortable that way. You’re less able to see our… differences.”

Leaving the light on, he returns to where I stand, and I hate my embarrassment. Reaching for my chin, he forces my eyes to meet his.

“I like our differences.” Stepping closer, he leans down to speak in my ear. “I’d even say, I love our differences.”

Large hands circle my body, shifting my long hair over my shoulder. He presses warm lips against the top of my bare shoulder, sliding his hands to the zipper of my dress.

The top falls to my waist, leaving me in only my strapless bra. My breasts aren’t as big as my butt, but I’m not flat-chested by any means .

“God, you’re gorgeous.” His voice is husky, and I can’t help a laugh.

“No one has ever said that to me.”

His eyes snap to mine, and he seems truly annoyed. “Are you serious?”

I shrug. “It’s true.”

“It’s not true. You’re a bombshell…” He leans down to kiss my cheek, lifting his hands to cup my breasts over my bra.

His thumbs circle my hardening nipples, and I sigh. “Is that so?”

“A classic beauty.” His lips move lower, and he nibbles my top lip. “These sexy lips… Can’t you feel what you’re doing to me?”

He pulls me close, and I feel his erection against my stomach, and I tease with a line from an old movie. “Is that a wrench in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”

“I’m very happy.” He leans down to kiss the side of my neck, and heat flutters my stomach. “Very happy… Now get on that bed and let me taste your pussy.”

My back arches off the bed as the orgasm rockets through my body. Hendrix has my thighs over his shoulders, and my legs jerk and shake as another deep moan rises from my throat. “Oh, God… Oh, God…”

“Keep calling me that.” Hendrix turns his face, his beard scuffing my sensitive skin right before he bites my inner thigh, making me squeal again. “It’s great for my ego.”

I start to laugh. The orgasm swirls through my veins, and my insides hum with pleasure. He rises onto his knees again, his lips slick with my come, looking down at me with his erection in his hand .

“I’ve never come so many times…” I gasp, sliding my hand over the butterflies still fluttering in my pelvis. “In a row.”

“We’re just getting started, beautiful.” Leaning across me to where his pants are on the side of the bed, he fishes his wallet out of the pocket.

He straightens, still on his knees, and I move around to my stomach.

“Your turn,” I murmur, pulling his dick between my lips.

“Mmm… Okay.”

He’s big and thick, and my fingers don’t meet when I put my hand around his shaft. Still, I focus on the tip, popping it in and out between my wet lips.

With a hiss, he slides his hands behind my neck, lifting my hair off my shoulders and holding it at the back of my head like a ponytail.

Flicking my tongue all around the edge, I tilt my head to suck the underside while I look up at his heated blue eyes.

His full lips part, exposing clenched white teeth as he groans, and he’s so fucking hot. I lick my palm before returning it to his shaft, then I slide my hand, pulling it to meet my lips as I bob my head faster.

“Fuck,” he rasps, pulling my hair.

His hips rock, and his cock moves deeper into my throat. Shifting my position, I put my hands to his hips, sucking and pulling, staying with him until his stomach flexes. He shudders with a groan, and he bends forward at the waist.

“Stop.” His cock pops from my mouth. “I’m not coming down your throat the first time.”

Leaning down, he kisses my swollen lips, parting them and curling his tongue against mine. Holding his cheeks, I kiss him back as he moves to sit beside me on the bed. Our kiss parts, and I wait as he rolls the condom over his erection, then he leans back against the pillows.

“Climb on and ride me, baby. ”

My brow furrows, and I start to argue. “I don’t like that. I’m too… exposed .”

“That’s what makes it so great.” He sits forward, wrapping his muscled arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap in a straddle. “I want you bucking on my cock and calling me God again.”

His naughty blue eyes flash, and I can’t help a laugh. “Hendrix…”

“Come on, gorgeous. Put those sexy tits in my face.”

“Oh, my god.” I place my hands on the headboard behind him.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” He sits forward, pulling my nipple between his lips.

He gives it a firm suck, and a zip of pleasure shoots to my core. Moving one hand to his broad shoulder, I rise onto my knees, helping to guide his thick cock to my aching pussy.

My breath catches as his tip nudges for entry. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and I’ve never been with a man so endowed.

Our eyes meet as I slowly lower, and they both widen as he goes all the way, balls deep. His brow collapses, and my chin drops forward as we both groan. Just as fast, he sits higher, scooping my mouth with his and invading it with a deep kiss.

Another groan vibrates my lips, and my hips start to rock. Our mouths break apart, and his hands are on my breasts, lifting and pulling them to his mouth as he kisses and sucks my nipples.

I’ve never been in this position, but I’m already a fan. His cock is deep, hitting a part of me that sends tingles through my pelvis, urging me to move faster. My clit rubs against his stomach and sparks of orgasm flash through my belly.

Reaching forward, I grip the headboard so I can ride him faster. His hands are on my ass, squeezing and pulling me, helping me match his rhythm. My eyes close, and I’m caught up in a whirlwind of sensation.

I hear him chanting and groaning, and my head drops back as I rock faster, harder. It’s rising, growing tighter and hotter. I need more, and the only way to get it is to buck harder, harder. He swears low and loud, and I’m lost, chasing that magnificent release, knowing I’ll die if I don’t get there.

The bed moves. We’re both frantic and grasping. Then all at once, it erupts like one of those fireworks that shoots a blaze of sparks in its wake, scorching me to my toes.

I don’t know if I call him God, but I’m definitely soaring through heaven. My body clenches and releases so fast, I moan through shuddering pants. He rolls us so I’m on my back, and with three, four more thrusts, he comes with a shout before collapsing, warm breath panting in my hair.

My arms and legs are wrapped around him, and we’re both sweating and shaking. I’m not sure I can move. My eyes are squeezed shut, and I wait, letting the sensations ripple out as I fumble back to reality.

His large palm strokes the hair off my forehead, and I slowly blink my eyes open, meeting his warm gaze, his satisfied grin. “Did I break you, beautiful?”

That makes me laugh, and I shake my head. “Not yet.”

“Good, because I want to do it all again.”