Free It's A Crime by C.E. Hansen Page A

alarm clock. 6:45 am.  It took a full minute to realize he wasn’t in Denver. Yesterday…meeting on steroids…needed an out. Yes...last night…gorgeous blonde. Right...right. Now he remembered. Damn, did he remember. He replayed the evening in his mind. Last night was as perfect as it gets. An unbelievably beautiful sexy woman decided he was on the menu. Doesn’t get better than that.
    Cole looked over, his eyes scanning the lush body of the woman lying next to him. Their limbs entangled with one another’s. He was not willing to move an inch, loving the tactile feel of her up against him. He turned his head toward the wall of windows, gold and pink rays penetrated through the silk sheers.  Suddenly, Cole realized he didn’t dream last night. No nightmares.  No screaming.  Just peaceful sleep. He didn’t know what to make of his revelation.  He was astounded.  Could be I got a good amount of exercise.  Cole smiled, relieved. 
    He watched the sky slowly fill with color, the glow spreading slowly across the room, highlighting each corner. He looked down at the woman lying beside him. Her chest rose and fell with each delicate breath, her full lips swollen from last night ’s demanding lovemaking. He still tasted her in his mouth, still felt her between his thighs, felt himself pulsing inside her, undulating within her. Cole hardened.
    She did that to him, even when her eyes were closed and she was floating with the angels.
    During the night her hair had slid down over her eyes. Cole stretched his free arm over his chest and with his forefinger, brushed her hair to the side of her face. The sight of her caused his chest to tighten. What have to done to bewitch me?  Her overly long lashes fanned out over creamy white porcelain skin. Lying so close to him, she looked helpless, vulnerable. Cole sensed a strong need to protect her.  Keep her safe, with him.
    She looked sensual. Everything about this woman was sensual. Her lush body screamed sex, but not the “fuck me” sex. That was for the Sarah’s of the world. Her body… just screamed.
    What is this? Am I insane? What’s wrong with me?
    Who was this woman who could one up him in sexmanship? She had an appetite most men would envy. Not him; she wasn’t an adversary, she was a partner. Okay done. He was officially hard now. Why was a woman like this even let out after dark? Sexist, maybe, but fuck if he’d let his woman out looking like that.
    She had a body made for sin, and last night he was certainly on the lookout for a little wickedness. She screamed his name as he came inside her. Passion drew her out and she screamed his name. This wasn’t his first rodeo, but heaven help him...he was suddenly overcome with a desperate need to taste her from head to foot one more time. Not quite sure that would satisfy his craving, but he had no choice, he had to give it a shot.
    What was wrong with him? All his life he was without emotion. No feelings, no ties, no love, fuck that. He wanted a warm port in the storm. Someone who would wrap her ankles around his neck and scream out when he thrust myself into her…
    She sighed in her sleep. Her breasts rose and fell with her breath. He found himself wanting to suckle at her breast. To taste her any way he could.
    H e smiled to himself when he saw her in his mind’s eye bargaining for herself; if she only knew he was hers for the taking. He cursed himself. She sighed. He got harder.
    H e looked down as her lashes fluttered open, and he was able to see her crystal clear blue eyes; they dragged him inside. The beauty and clarity in those blue pools beckoned him. He swam in their depths, lost. Looking away was impossible. The thought of her full breasts with hardened nipples rubbing against his chest made him half insane. He wanted to throw her to her back, mount her, feel the warmth of her surrounding him. This incredible feeling of longing, a hunger tightened in the pit of his stomach. He had to be patient, to keep