“Are you gonna tie me up every time so I can’t touch you while you’re blowing my . . . mind?”

“Maybe. That mean you want me to untie you?”

“Yes.” She added, “Please.”

“Too bad.” He grinned and kissed the inside of her thigh. “Because you’re gonna go again.”

“I can’t. It’s too much.”

“It’s never too much. And I warned you I planned to get my fill of you.”

“Fletch—” She ended on a short gasp as he blew a raspberry right on her clit. Odd as that was, it kind of felt like a vibrator.

“Shut up, Tanna, and enjoy this. I sure as hell am.” He flattened his tongue and lapped at her pu**y with long, slow licks. “Do you have any idea how many times I jacked off thinking about the night I spent in bed with you?” More thorough licks as the tip of his tongue rimmed the opening to her pu**y. “I should check to see if the motel billed me for the lamp you broke.”

“It wasn’t my fault . . . oh, God, do that again.” Fletch did some tonguing thing over her clit that made her insides and her outsides quiver.

“Completely your fault. I had one hand pulling your hair and one between your thighs, so it wasn’t my flailing arms that knocked it over.”

“Because you had me bent over the dresser! And you kept doin’ that twisty thing with your hips, which made me come so hard I couldn’t see. So it’s your fault I needed something to hold on to so I didn’t float into sexual unconsciousness.”

He chuckled. “The sound of that lamp crashing to the floor as you started to come was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard.” He stopped nuzzling and teasing to look up at her. “Enough talking.”

Her body erupted in gooseflesh at his very intense, very male look.

Fletch dove back in, his mouth busy on her pu**y.

When she squirmed at the continual attention, he pressed down on her lower abdomen and pushed a finger inside her. Feeling how wet she’d become again, he added another.

His fingers tunneled in and out of her as his tongue fluttered on her clit. Not constantly, but fleetingly, teasingly. Making her want the unbroken contact.

He blew a stream of air across the sensitized tissues and then licked up one side of her slit and down the other. Stopping between to suckle her pu**y lips.

As her mind was chanting so so so close, the orgasm rocketed through her. Not as powerful as the first, but longer.

Then his breath in her ear was as hot as his words. “Need it fast.” He untied her right wrist, then her left.

Her hands were immediately on his head, her fingers diving into his hair as she tugged his mouth to hers for a deep kiss. Tasting herself on his lips and tongue had never been sexier. Never made her hotter.

Fletch must’ve untied her legs because she could wrap them around his waist and press her body completely against his as he impaled her. His hips were bucking so hard the headboard slammed into the paneling with every thrust.

This man had so much passion. He showed every bit as he made love to her—in every way he’d shown her it could be the hottest sex of her life, if she’d just trust him.

And so she did.

Moving her legs from around his hips, she put her feet on the bed and raised her pelvis up, giving him a deeper angle.

He broke the kiss on a groan, reaching his hands beneath to grab her butt, holding her there as he pumped harder, faster. He muttered, “Jesus, Tanna, so f**king good,” burying his face in her neck as he came with a harsh grunt.

But as he lay there, catching his breath, squishing the air out of her lungs, she had a moment of panic. Remembering her accident and Jezebel’s weight on her for those few awful seconds.

Fletch sensed something and moved off her. “You all right?”

I’m just a freak. She smiled and kissed him. “I’m fine. You’re just . . . solid.”

“Shit. Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“Mmm . . .” He nuzzled her neck. “There is a way to fix that.”

“How?” She released a little shriek when he rolled them and grinned.

“This time you get to be on top.”

Something was buzzing on the nightstand.

Stupid alarm. She forgot to turn it off. She didn’t have to work early. And she definitely didn’t want to move since she had a hot, naked man in her bed.

The vibrating stopped.

Thank God.

Then four loud chimes sounded.

Immediately the strong arms holding her vanished. Fletch lifted up and leaned across her. “Sorry. That was mine.”

“What time is it?”

“Seven.”

Tanna groaned. The last time she’d looked at the clock, after a sweaty bout of sex in the shower that’d made her eyes cross and her throat sore from moaning, it’d read almost three a.m. “I need—”

“Hang on just a second. I’m calling my answering service.” He pushed up and sat on the edge of the bed.

She rolled over. His bare back faced her and she allowed a little smirk at seeing the scratches. Such a sexy, muscular back and the most gorgeous color—golden tan with the tiniest red tint. She wanted to run her lips along the scratches for a healing kiss. She wanted to drag her tongue from the base of his neck—starting beneath that silky hair—down his spine to the crack of his ass. She wanted to breathe in his morning scent as her mouth tasted his sleep-warmed skin.

But she behaved when he put on his official veterinarian voice.