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  I didn’t know what he was saying and didn’t care. I just wanted those hard, deep plunges to continue in my ass. Conversely, the more painful his fucking became, the more I enjoyed it and the closer he seemed.

  When I felt the tension building in his big body and knew he was about to come, I gritted my teeth and recklessly pushed my hips back to meet his pistoning cock.

  I didn’t expect to come but when he abruptly drove his entire shaft as deep in my ass as he could when he came, I gasped and shuddered. Then I felt the most incredible orgasm of my life rush over me and totally consume me.

  Collapsing against the chair back, I sobbed with pleasure, my whole body shaking with the force of my release.

  He kept his entire cock buried deep in my burning, aching ass as he groaned in my ear until he finally stopped coming.

  “Oh…Taylor.”

  He kissed my neck, eased his cock out of me, discarded the condom, and turned me into his arms.

  I leaned against him, feeling limp.

  Chapter Five

  Together, we stumbled over to the bed and fell in it. We lay trembling for several minutes before he rolled onto his back and drew my body on top of his. “Damn. I’ve never felt anything anywhere near as good as that,” he whispered. He stroked his hands over my ass. “Are you all right, sweet? I know that was painful.”

  “Painful isn’t a strong enough word, but damn I loved it,” I admitted. “I loved it, Taylor.” And I think I’m on my way to loving you.

  He hugged me close. “I don’t like the thought of hurting you during sex.”

  I sighed. “These last few days have been an eye-opener. I used to wonder how any woman could possibly enjoy painful sex. Now I know how—with the right man any sexual experience can be fulfilling and enjoyable.”

  “And I’m the right man?”

  “Oh, yes.” I sighed. “There’s a very thin line between pleasure and pain and damn but you cross it so skillfully, Taylor. I’ve never been with any other man who fucked or made love as skillfully as you do. I get chills just thinking of your cock pushing inside me and branding my pussy and my ass as your exclusive property.”

  He whispered to me again.

  “What language is that and what did you say?” I asked.

  “It’s Tsalagi, my mother’s native tongue.”

  “That’s Cherokee. Isn’t it?”

  “Yes.”

  “And your father? Doesn’t he speak Tsalagi?”

  “My father is Apache, but he was raised with English as his native tongue. Over the years, he’s learned to speak Tsalagi, after a fashion, to please my mother.”

  “What were you saying when you spoke Tsalagi?”

  “Nothing of great importance.”

  “Then tell me.”

  “You can’t hold a man to things said in the heat of passion, Shana.”

  What the hell had he said? “What can’t I hold you to, Taylor?”

  He sighed. “You make me burn like no other woman ever has. I might have mentioned feeling as if I’m in danger of developing an obsession with you.”

  I lifted up and looked down at him. “Did you say anything about love in your native tongue?”

  He lowered his lids to conceal his expression. “I might have, but then I don’t know much about romantic love because I’ve never really felt it.”

  “What about your guys’ mother?”

  “I was in lust with her and I had and have a deep affection for her.”

  “Have?”

  “She’s the mother of my sons. Her parents wanted her to abort them but she wouldn’t. She’s a great mother and I’ll always have some warm feelings for her because of my guys, but I’ve never really loved her or anyone else.”

  “Have you mentioned love to any other woman during sex?”

  “It wasn’t just sex and no I haven’t,” he said shortly. “But don’t read anything into that admission, Shana.”

  I rolled away from him. “Heaven forbid I should flatter myself into thinking that my pussy and ass are so divine, they made you fall in love with me.”

  He laughed and followed me, curling his body against mine. “Actually, they are that good,” he whispered.

  “Are you saying you’re in love—”

  “I’m not saying anything except that we tend to think with our cocks and a couple of good fucks can send some men tumbling head over heels in love.”

  I turned in his arms to face him. “But not you?”

  He shrugged, rolling onto his back. “I don’t have a clear enough head to know what I’m feeling right now. I just know it’s powerful and I’ve never felt it before.”

  “And?” I pressed.

  “And I like it…hell, I love it. I want some more of it and of you.”

  “I want that too.” I sighed. “We have five days to explore how we feel.”

  “And then?”

  “And then I’m going home and I’m taking my heart with me.”

  “I wouldn’t count on that if I were you. I have your pussy and your ass. What makes you think I’ll allow you to keep your heart?”

  “Because it’s not up for grabs,” I said turning onto my side.

  “If I decide I want it, I’ll take it,” he said in a cool, determined voice. “Just as I took the rest of your delectable body.” He put an arm around me and drew me back against his body.

  I went willingly, molding my ass to his groin.

  “You’re mine,” he said and clutched me closer with a possessiveness I had to admit I enjoyed.

  “For now,” I teased.

  “Until I say I’m no longer interested and I wouldn’t count on that happening any time in the foreseeable future.”

  With that sweet warning filling my ears and heart, I fell asleep in his arms.

  Taylor rearranged his schedule so he could spend the next two days with me. I felt as if I were living in a steamy fairytale. We had sex or fucked each morning before taking a shower and a swim. After breakfast, we fucked again with all the eager hunger of two people afraid to admit that we were in danger of falling in love.

  We had dinner out each night followed by dancing. When we returned to his house, we spent the night having sex. During those nights when he was sometimes so passionate I felt his heat would consume me. There were also times when his tenderness bought tears to my eyes.

  When I cried, he wiped my cheeks and whispered that he never wanted to do anything to make me anything but wildly happy. I was in heaven with him.

  Tuesday night when we returned home, he took me out to the pool, and stripped off our clothes.

  We lay on towels spread on the grass, kissing and caressing each other until we were both aroused. Then he rose to his knees and urged me to mine. He continued kissing me while he caressed my clit and fingered my pussy. I returned the favor by cupping one hand over his balls and eagerly pumping his cock.

  “What’s your pleasure tonight?” he asked, sliding his palms over my ass.

  I rubbed my cheek against his. “I’m in the mood for some backdoor loving.”

  He lifted his head to look at me. “Are you sure you’re ready for anal sex again?”

  “I’m positive.”

  He kissed me, rose, went inside. When he returned he had a tube of lube and several condoms.

  I licked my lips. “Someone’s horny,” I teased.

  “And someone’s going to feed me. Isn’t she?”

  I nodded and got on my hands and knees. “I’m all yours, Taylor.”

  He bit and kissed my ass until I felt very mellow. Then he spanked me so hard I felt sure I wouldn’t be able to sit without discomfort for a week. The thought pleased me.

  Then he took me to the pool and drilled my ass with deep, powerful plunges that had me shaking and sobbing uncontrollably within minutes and coming. When he came, he eased out of my sore ass and turned to hug me close as he whispered to me in Tsalagi.

  “Yeah well, I think I love you too,” I said annoyed that I didn’t understan
d what he was saying.

  In response, he lifted my chin and pressed a long, hot kiss against my mouth.

  I clung helplessly to him, the emotional and physical desire I felt for him overwhelming me. “Taylor…oh, Taylor.”

  “It’s all right, Shana. I have you. I have you, sweet.”

  What comforting yet exciting words.

  We gathered our clothes and went inside. After sharing a quick shower, we went to bed.

  He curled his body against mine and nuzzled my neck.

  I fell asleep with him whispering to me in Tsalagi.

  In the early morning, I woke to find him between my legs, feasting on my pussy. Damn. Nice. I linked my legs over him and humped his face until I came. Although sated, I prepared to suck him or welcome a fuck. But he slipped behind me and fell asleep.

  Oh, hell but a woman could quickly fall in love with such an unselfish lover.

  * * *

  After breakfast the following morning, he took me back to my hotel since his sons would be spending the night at his house.

  “I’m going to miss you tonight, Shana.”

  “Ditto, Taylor.”

  He sighed. “You can check out when I pick you up early tomorrow morning before I go to work,” he said.

  As I lifted my lips for his kiss, I chided myself for how easily I’d fallen in line with whatever plans he made for me. But I knew I would do whatever he wanted me to do.

  He lifted his head, breaking the long, heated lip lock we’d shared and blew out a breath. He caressed my cheek. “You are so beautiful and I need and want you more every minute.”

  I smiled up at him. “You make me burn and feel special when you say things like that.”

  “You are special.” He sighed. “Tonight without you in my bed is going to be the longest night in history.” He smiled suddenly and reached down to massage my ass. “The moment we’re alone tomorrow, your big, brown ass is mine.”

  “Don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched,” I said.

  He slapped my ass. “Don’t tempt me to blow off work and fuck your ass raw now,” he said.

  I stiffened and shook my head. “You’re not fucking my ass without protection.”

  He arched a brow. “When I said raw, I didn’t mean without a condom. I meant until it was sore. I know it’s early days, but you’re going to need to understand that you’re mine to command, Shana. And if I decide I want your ass or your pussy raw, I’ll have one or both of them raw.”

  I sucked in a breath, my heart pounding.

  He smiled suddenly. “Don’t look so scared, sweet. This sweet obsession we’re sharing works both ways.”

  “Does it, Taylor?”

  He nodded and whispered to me in his native tongue.

  “Taylor!”

  “Yes,” he said. “It does. You’re mine, but I’m also yours. You can’t imagine that I have even a hint of interest in any other woman.”

  “Can’t I?”

  “Not unless you’re feeling delusional.” He bent to kiss my lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Shana mine.”

  Shana mine. Did that make him Taylor mine? I watched him walk away, fearful that I’d fallen so hard for him that I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to hold out if he were ever reckless enough to insist on fucking me raw.

  * * *

  Alone in my hotel suite, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. But I was not going to spend the day mooning over him like a lovesick teenager. While I prepared to spend the day sightseeing, I realized I hadn’t called my kids or checked in to make sure everything was running smoothly at the office.

  Overcoming a disturbing reluctance to answer possible probing questions from my kids, I called them. Neither picked up so I left messages assuring them that I was fine and having a great time. I then called the office and spoke to my office manager.

  Reassured that everything was fine at home and at work, I left the hotel for a day of sightseeing. I visited the Poe House, The Betsy Ross House, took a tour of City Hall and then had a salad at a mall called One Liberty Place. As I sat sipping my diet drink, my cell phone rang.

  My heart beat a wild tattoo when my caller I.D. screen read T. Raymond. I lifted the phone to my ear. “Hi,” I said.

  “Hi, sweet.”

  His voice was low and warm and I could imagine him smiling that wonderful, sexy smile of his.

  “How’s your day going?”

  “I’m out sightseeing,” I said and told him the places I’d already visited and my plans for the rest of the day. “How’s your day?”

  “Hectic. I’ve been busy from the moment I left you. I’m pulling up to do an emergency water heater replacement. I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow, sweet.”

  “Bye,” I said.

  After lunch, I hopped on a bus and spent a few hours at the Franklin Museum before returning to the hotel during rush hour, which meant I ended up standing all the way back to the hotel on a crowded bus.

  Tired from my day out, I undressed, filled the tub, and thankfully sank into the warm scented water. Closing my eyes, I lay thinking of Taylor while I dozed. When I got out of the bath, I decided to spend the night in.

  I put on a comfortable, cotton pantsuit and ordered room service.

  I was delighted when the room service waiter arrived with a dozen roses, and an expensive box of chocolates from Taylor along with my steak and grilled vegetables.

  Smiling, I picked up the card.

  I miss you, Shana mine.

  Taylor.

  My cell phone rang as I sat watching a movie and thinking about Taylor and how we could make a long distance relationship work. I recognized Jasmin’s ring and bit my lip. Then I did something I’d rarely done in our long friendship—ignored her call, allowing it to go to voicemail.

  I then spent the rest of the night berating myself for not taking her call. I hadn’t because I was afraid she might be calling to tell me she wanted Taylor back. And I didn’t want to give him back. I clutched the small teddy bear he’d given me against my breasts.

  He found me more natural and had told me about the sons she didn’t even know existed. He’d taken time off from work for me. Not her. He hearted me. Not her. And God help me, I hearted him in return.

  He called me just after nine. “The guys are popping corn in preparation for a movie we’re about to watch. I just wanted to say goodnight.”

  I smiled. “Oh, Taylor, Taylor. You are too sweet for words.”

  “Dad!”

  He sighed. “Hold that thought. I’ll pick you up eight o’clock tomorrow morning after I take the guys to school.”

  “Good night, Taylor.”

  “Good night, Shana.”

  Considering I’d had little sleep since Taylor and I first had sex, I should have slept soundly that night, but I tossed and turned instead. Thoughts of him kept me awake, along with the guilt I felt for blowing off Jasmin’s call. Finally, I got up and listened to her message.

  “Hey girl, where are you? Give me a call. I’ve met some amazing men and a satisfying number of them love women just like us—sassy and large. But damn if I haven’t found myself comparing every one of them to Taylor. I cannot stop thinking about how wicked he is in bed.

  “I hope you’re having a good time with him, but not too good because I’m thinking I’m going to be sashaying my ass into his bed when I return. Call me. Love you, girl.”

  Oh hell! I knew I should call her and confess that things had quickly gotten out of hand with Taylor. But somehow I couldn’t.

  It took a long time to fall asleep. I woke feeling guilty and tired as hell. But my world brightened tremendously when Taylor arrived, took me in his arms, and kissed me until I couldn’t breathe.

  I sucked in a deep breath and burrowed in his arms. “Hi.”

  He laughed, lifted my face, and kissed me again. “Damn. I missed you last night.”

  “I missed you too.”

  He sighed, shaking his head. “Shit, this is so intense. I feel like I�
�m burning every time I think of you and I think of you nearly every waking moment.”

  The need I heard in his voice matched what I felt. I linked an arm around his neck. “This is crazy, Taylor. We didn’t even know each other a week ago and—“

  He pressed his fingers against my mouth. “We know, need, and want each other now to the exclusion of everyone else. Yes?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, pressing my cheek against his shoulder. “Oh lord yes.”

  “What else matters, Shana mine?”

  “I feel like a silly teenager with you and I get such a thrill when you call me Shana mine. And when you do, nothing else matters.” Unless you count a little thing like the lifelong friendship I’ll risk if I try to pursue a relationship with you after Friday.

  He smiled. “You are mine and God help anyone trying to take you from me.”

  “Jasmin called,” I said when he released me.

  He picked up my suitcase. “Are you ready to checkout?”

  “Yes. Jasmin called,” I said again, glancing around to make sure I hadn’t left anything in the room.

  “I heard you the first time, sweet.” He opened the suite door and waited for me to walk out in front of him. “And I’m no more interested in what she had to say now than I was yesterday. We had a pleasant but meaningless fling that went on far longer than it should have. End of story and discussion.”

  For him maybe, but not me—not when I knew I’d be caught between a man I hungered for with a passion beyond reason and my best friend.

  We spent a few hours shopping for souvenirs before we went to South Philly to have one of Phillie’s famous cheesesteaks for lunch. Then we walked hand in hand along Penn’s Landing down by the river.

  Each time he stopped to hug or kiss me, I could feel myself falling a little more in love with him.

  That night we had dinner while cruising along The Delaware on a dinner cruise ship. He kissed and caressed me at every opportunity and I eagerly responded, all too aware that we were spending our last night together.

  We were both quiet on the drive to his house.

  “Can you imagine yourself living here?”

  Surprised and pleased by the question, I turned to look at Taylor. “What?”