Free Marry Me by Cheryl Holt

set to work, stripping his jacket down and off his arms, yanking his T-shirt over his head. As she bared his chest and got her first glimpse of it, she purred with delight.
    He was perfectly sculpted, rounded pecs, washboard abs. He could have been a Calvin Klein model. Maybe he had been.
    "You're too good looking," she complained. "You put all other men to shame."
    "I don't do it intentionally. I came this way."
    "And I am thrilled you decided to share yourself with little old me."
    She bent down and sucked on his nipple, pinching and biting, making him hiss with pleasure. He pulled her nearer, and she toyed and played, driving him up and up the spiral of desire.
    When he couldn't stand it anymore, he attempted to flip her onto her back, to take charge and speed things up, but she wasn't ready to relinquish control.
    She nibbled a trail down his stomach, to the waistband of his jeans, and she jerked at the fabric, easing them down his hips. She nuzzled his cock, licking, tasting, and she surprised herself by taking him into her mouth. They were scarcely acquainted, and with any other man, she wouldn't have tried it so soon, but she felt as if she'd known him forever.
    She continued to arouse him as he took long, slow thrusts. But she wasn't done undressing him, and ultimately, she moved away and finished with his jeans, baring his thighs, his calves.
    She tossed his shoes and socks over her shoulder, and they tumbled onto the floor. Finally, she was able to see every six-foot, buff, yummy inch of him, and he was all hers.
    Her palms on his ankles, she stroked them up, touching every spot along the way. His skin was warm and smooth, the hairs on his legs and belly tickling her hands. She kept coming, up his stomach, his chest, until she was stretched out on top of him.
    The sensation of being so closely connected, with no clothing as a barrier, was exhilarating, satisfying on a level that was different from anything she'd ever previously experienced. They sighed in unison, both overcome by the ecstasy of their bodies being joined. It felt so perfect. It felt so right.
    He started kissing her again, and when he rolled them, when he entered her, there was a new poignancy to the encounter.
    He gazed at her so sweetly that tears welled into her eyes.
    "Have I met you somewhere before?" he asked. "Have we hooked up, but I don't remember?"
    "No."
    "It seems like we've done this."
    She nodded. "Yes, it seems like we have."
    "What's happening here?"
    "I don't have any idea."
    "It's special."
    She agreed, but wasn't about to admit it. He had sex with women all the time, and she was sure he was a habitual liar in bed. He was too smooth, too seductive.
    If he told her their affair was special , she'd begin to believe him. Then where would she be?
    "It's not special, Lucas. It's just sex."
    "Great sex," he said, grinning.
    "Yes, great sex."
    The interlude passed, and they didn't speak of it again.
    He showered her with his delicious kisses until she couldn't imagine how they could keep on. His flexing grew more powerful, deeper, more precise. He was moving her over the mattress, her head against the headboard and bumping into it with each penetration.
    "Come with me," he whispered in her ear. "Let me feel you."
    He dipped to her breast and sucked her nipple, biting it hard.
    "You are so good at that."
    "Now, Faith!"
    "Oh."
    He touched her, his deft thumb skillfully driving her to the end. She was pitched into a potent orgasm, and as she soared to the heavens, he joined her.
    They flew together, reached the peak together, then floated down. Together. As the tumult waned, he was nibbling across her chin, her cheek, her nose.
    "What was that?" he murmured. "Did we have an earthquake?"
    "It was the great sex I mentioned."
    "I think I'm paralyzed from the waist down."
    She chuckled. "I think I've been struck blind."
    "I've never felt anything like it."
    "Neither have I."
    She was positive he said much the same to every lover, but she shoved