As they headed down the street toward her apartment, Gwen didn’t want the night to end. She also didn’t want the kissing to stop. Jonathan could do wonders with his mouth. After they’d returned to the limo—and oh my God, he’d picked her up in a limousine, Texas style, of course, because where else would anyone want a stretch Hummer—they’d continued to kiss. She wasn’t sure if it was one continuous kiss or several dozen, one right after another.

She hadn’t been on a date like this…ever. Jonathan had been such a gentleman, and she really liked him. She could invite him up and she knew they’d end up in her bed. Would that be a bad thing? Did the fact that she wanted this hunk of a man warming her sheets, and her body even more than he had already, make her a slut? Technically it was their first date, but they’d known each other weeks. Kind of. What the hell. She was over thirty, certainly not a virgin, and knew what she wanted…multiple orgasms. Then she mentally added, from a man. She’d be happy to get even one. It had been too long since a man had made her wet, touched her clit, stroked her un—

“Let me walk you to your door.” Jonathan’s words were a whisper in the silence of the cavernous back of the vehicle.

Gwen suddenly realized they’d stopped. Decision time.

“No.” She could do this. She could ask for what she really wanted. Bravely, she reached down and stroked him through the gray slacks. He’d been hard since the rooftop, but she’d ignored it, unsure what she really wanted. Feeling the length of his hard cock in her hand, she was positive of her next step. “Walk me to my bedroom.”

In answer, he crashed his mouth to hers, pulling her body against his.

Oh, yes, he wanted her. Thank goodness, because she if he’d said no, or made some lame excuse, she wasn’t sure if even her Big Bob vibrator would be enough to finish her off, tonight, the way she wanted.

Jonathan pulled back and stared into her eyes. “Are you sure?” He sucked in a stuttering breath. “Because I want you so much, but I don’t want to push you into something you aren’t—”

She shoved him toward the door. He was so big, and solid, he barely moved. “Unless you want me to strip off my clothes,” she purposefully looked at his crotch, “and yours, so we can do this right here, you’d better open the door and follow me upstairs.” She glanced around the spacious limousine, noting its deep leather seats lining the sides were plenty wide enough for a person to lie down, the blackout window separating them from the driver, before she returned her gaze to him. “On the other hand, I’ve never done it in a limousine.”

Six hours ago she’d never been inside a limo, but he didn’t need to know that. What he did need to know was that she wanted him. She leaned toward him, their eyes locked, her lips an inch from his. “Here or there?” She tilted her head slightly toward the building.

“If I kiss you, I’ll take you right here.” He leaned back. “You deserve so much better than a quickie in the back of a limo. Your bed, this first time.” He reached for the door handle and practically leaped out. Grabbing her hips, he slid her down the length of his body, not letting go when her feet finally touched the sidewalk. “I’ll give you the limousine fantasy another time. Right now, I need to see you naked and wet for me.”

So he thought there would be another time. She’d be the one to make that decision after they made it through the next few hours. And wet. Oh, yes. She was soaked and couldn’t wait to feel him move into her.

Jonathan held her close, their heated bodies aligned. He lifted her chin until their eyes met. “I want this more than you can believe, Gwen.”

She understood the unasked question. Rocking her hips into his, she admitted, “Me, too.”

Jonathan closed the door on the big vehicle and smacked the roof twice. He didn’t release her from his embrace as their evening ride disappeared around the corner. She probably should have been embarrassed. The thwacks were no doubt guy code for I’m gonna get lucky. Head on home. But she was going to be the lucky one, provided Jonathan O’Neil was a half decent lover.

“Keys.” It was a demand, not a request.

“The lock is a little tricky, I’d better get it.” Gwen reached into the inside pocket of her purse and extracted the key, but Jonathan snatched it from her hand.

Keeping her tight to his side, he strode to the door and easily opened it. In the small foyer, the side entrance to the diner was on the left and straight ahead was a set of stairs.

“I’m sorry, there’s no elevator.” She grimaced. “I’m on the third floor.” She passed him and took her key from his hands as she started up the steps. If he really wanted her, he’d follow. If not, the front door automatically locked when closed.

She was afraid he’d changed his mind. The door didn’t open and close, though, but she didn’t hear footsteps behind her either. Was he just standing there watching? She refused to turn and beg him to follow.

“Damn, you’ve got a great ass.” Jonathan’s words were so close she startled and tripped on the next step. He caught her by the hips then stood on the step below hers, making them the same height. He pushed his erection against her backside. “I can’t wait to run my hands all over your naked body.” One palm smoothed over her butt cheek, then squeezed. “I’ll hold on here while you ride me and push you deeper onto my cock.” He shoved against her. Snaking a hand over her hip to the apex of her thighs, he nuzzled into her neck. “Tell me you’re wet for me.” He stroked her hard through the layers of cloth.

She was never one for dirty talk, but his soft words were a promise. Her body automatically rocked into his hand.

“Like that, do you?” Jonathan lifted the hair off the back of her neck and nipped his way from her spine to just below her ear. She was breathing like she’d sprinted up the steps, yet they hadn’t even made it to the second floor…where Luis lived.

What if her cook chose that moment to walk out his door? Or heard them and stormed out armed to protect her?

She grabbed Jonathan’s hand from her crotch and spun to face him, nose to nose. In a whisper, she told him, “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted a man before, so let’s quit playing and get to my apartment.”

She pivoted, keeping his hand in hers and quietly sped up the remaining stairs. Key in hand, she opened the door and yanked Jonathan into her small apartment. She tossed her keys into the bowl on the foyer table and turned to latch the deadbolt.

Jonathan pinned her with his big body against the door, pulling her hands above her head and securing them in one of his. “I believe this is where we left off. But not quite.” He moved his other hand to her belly then under the waistband of her slacks. As his hand traveled down, he kissed her neck. She felt him smile when he ran fingertips along the edge of her panties. “I like lace.” He dove underneath them and found her center.

A long, slow exhale of breath heated her ear when he slid one finger between her folds. “You are so hot, and wet.” He circled her clit with her own juices, then pressed down on the hardened bud. “And ready.”

She shuddered. His rough finger on the most sensitive point on her body almost threw her over the edge. She pushed her ass into what she knew was an impressive erection and rubbed back and forth, begging him to do it again.

“We’ll get to that,” he assured and sucked on her earlobe. “I need to take care of you first.” He slid one finger, then a second, into her channel. With every pump of his fingers, the heel of his hand bore down on her clit.

Gwen threw her head back onto his broad shoulder, exposing more of her neck. Jonathan kissed every inch from her ear to her collar bone. She could barely breathe in the stretched out position. He must have read her mind. He released her hands and her arms dropped to her sides as though heavy weights had been attached to them. Completely focused on the pleasure this man was giving her, she let them dangle. He lightly traced the curve of her neckline before he scooped her breast from her bra with his warm hand.

“I want to taste these later.” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and she gasped. “You like that?”

“Yes,” she managed between pants.

“Are you ready to come for me, sweetheart?” He slowly slid his fingers out of her.

She whimpered, “No.”

Circling her clit, round and round, while rolling her nipple, he asked, “No, you’re not ready to come?”

The dual assault left her mindless, unsure of his question, not caring as long as he kept touching her that way.

He ran his thumb over the tip of her swollen clitoris. She moaned.

“Oh, I think you’re ready.

Then he pinched her oversensitive nipple and clit at the same time. A jolt ran through her like electricity connected to a bomb under a mound of pent up emotions. She exploded. The force hit her, shaking her to her core, as she came harder than she ever had in her life.

Her head fell forward, resting on the front door of her apartment. She would have slumped boneless to the floor if Jonathan hadn’t been holding her.

When she came back to herself, her legs were shaky but, using the door, she managed to roll and face him. As she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was his bulging pants.

What a self-centered bitch she was. She hadn’t even touched him since dragging him into her place with promises of sex. She’d remedy that. Steadier now, she stepped forward and ran her hand over his cock. It had grown.

He grabbed her wrist and lifted her hand away. “You do that one more time and I’ll embarrass myself. I almost came when you did.” His smile was fiendish, with a hint of a promise. He stuck his wet fingers in his mouth and licked them. “This isn’t enough of a taste of you. Now, where’s that bed?”

This was what she’d wanted and the prelude boded well for the rest of the night. The man knew his way around a woman’s body, even when it was fully clothed. Well, except for her right breast. She popped it back into the bra cup. “Right this way.” She put a little extra swing in her hips as she headed down the short hall to her bedroom. Although he was silent on his feet, she felt his presence at her back.

The full-sized bed, one nightstand, and one tall dresser filled the tiny room, but it was more space than Gwen had while serving overseas and in many barracks stateside. Plus, she didn’t have to share it with another officer. It was all hers. At least for now.

Her Aunt Suze and Uncle James had lived in the large apartment across the hall for over thirty years and used to rent this place out to whichever waitress needed a safe place. Gwen got to live there free, since she was doing a family favor managing the restaurant. It was hers for the duration. She didn’t want to think about what she’d do after her aunt and uncle returned.

She startled when Jonathan touched her shoulder then stepped between her and the bed she’d been staring at, but not seeing. In a low, sweet voice, he asked, “Change your mind?”

Hell, no. She grimaced. “I was trying to see this place through your eyes.” Glancing around once again, she admitted, “It’s really small.”

“I don’t give a shit about the size of the room.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and bent slightly to look at her. “I’m here to be with you…if that’s what you still want.”

“Yes, I want you.” She took his face in both hands and kissed him, hoping to show him just how much she wanted more of what he’d done to her, the way he’d made her feel.

“Thank Christ,” he whispered when he came up for air. He kissed down her down her jaw as he unbuttoned her blouse. She wanted this man naked and in her bed, now. She mirrored his movements, unbuttoning the still-crisp, oxford dress shirt. The backs of her knuckles skimmed over row after row of abs. She couldn’t wait to trace them with her fingertips.

When she reached the last button above his belt, she tugged, pulling the shirttails free. She couldn’t resist and ran her hand over the front of his dress slacks.

“I warned you about that.” Jonathan shoved her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, then clasped both hands behind her back, caught in her own clothing. Her lace covered breasts jutted forward.

Watching him stare at her, unmasked heat in his cocoa brown eyes, was one of the most erotic things Gwen had ever experienced. Being wanted so much by such a sexy man, made her nipples harden into pebbles.

With the snap of his fingers, Jonathan unfastened her bra and peeled it away. “I told you I wanted to taste these.” He lowered his head and traced the round dark circle with his tongue before he took her breast into his mouth. Once again her nipples seemed directly connected to her clit as it tingled. She gasped for breath when he sucked harder, then ran his teeth gently over the very end. All too quickly, she began to build up again.

She was not going to come again without him inside her. Struggling to free her hands from her clothes and his grasp, she demanded, “I want to touch you.”

“Not yet.” He moved to her other breast and repeated his attack on her nipple. She lost all fight and gave in to the pleasure of his mouth. Damn, he was good at that.

When cooler air hit her butt, she realized he’d let go of her hands, unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks. She quickly shoved her blouse and bra off her wrists and tossed them aside, not caring where they landed.

“Step out,” he commanded when her pants pooled at her feet. He was on his knees in front of her.

The sight of his short-cut red hair, tipped in gold, inches from her neatly trimmed, dark brown mound made her silently beg for him to lean forward and lick. As primed as she was, that’s all it might take for orgasm number two.

A tap on her calf brought her out of her thoughts. She lifted her leg. He dragged his fingers over her ankle as he shed off her pants…and the pretty, black, boy panties she’d purposely worn hoping for this very moment. She’d never considered her feet an erogenous zone before, but Jonathan’s touch lit up every nerve.

She stood naked in front of him. His hands followed his gaze, starting at her feet but stopped at her hips. “Christ, you’re beautiful.” He leaned forward, his nose practically touching her sex. She heard him inhale slowly and watched the corners of that talented mouth of his turn up. The moist heat of his breath, the anticipation of his next move, made her legs shake. One touch and she’d be gone.

That’s not what she wanted. Not until he was riding her hard.

Gwen grabbed his head and pulled hard, so he had no other choice than to stand. “You’re overdressed for this party, and it’s moving onto the bed.”

He stared at her for several seconds as her heartbeat banged like a rock and roll drummer. “Meet you there.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a strip of condoms. He tossed them onto the nightstand and was naked before Gwen could blink.

Mesmerized by the man in front of her, she took in his large shoulders, the six-…no, eight-pack abs, that V made by lean hips that pointed to the amazing erection that bounced with every beat of his heart.

“I told you to meet me in bed.” He sounded stern, but playful.

She didn’t move. She couldn’t. All she could do was stare at his cock. And wonder if it was going to fit. And if it did, would she be able to walk tomorrow?

He stepped closer and before she could step back, he’d swooped her up in his arms. Unceremoniously, he strode to the bed. Leaning down with her still in his arms, he ordered, “Pull back the covers. I want you on sheets.”

“Put me down.” She squirmed in his arms, and he grasped tighter.

Repeating his request, this time he added, “Please.”

She stilled and looked at his smiling face. “You’re really bossy.”

His smile grew. “You don’t obey for shit.”

“I had way too much of that in the Army and in the operating room.” Then she added, “But I want you, deep inside me, when I come again, so all my inner muscles clamp around your very impressive cock as you make me scream your name.”

“Fuck.” Jonathan set her on her feet so fast she teetered. He swept the sheets away with one hand and grabbed a condom with the other. When she tried to snatch it from him—she wanted to put it on him and feel that hard shaft in her hands—he held it above her reach.

“Not this time, sweetheart. You touch me, and I’ll go off.” He kissed her, just a quick meeting of their lips. “Jump in bed while I protect us both.”