I can’t believe I just agreed to have sex with Rex McGregor, the star of all of my girlish fantasies. Of course back when I first met him the only fantasy I had was him kissing me senseless. But later, after Lulu and my dad had split, those fantasies had grown into those of a woman and I’d always pictured him as the guy who would show me how sex was supposed to be.

“Okay,” I said again, because he still stood staring down at me with his chest heaving.

“Thank fucking god,” he groaned and scooped me into his arms, climbing the steps to his bedroom two at a time while I licked and nibbled his ear, loving the way his big hands felt cupping my ass.

I wanted him more than I wanted anything in this moment, even the restaurant that had, over the past few days, returned to the realm of an out of reach dream. Even knowing that this wasn’t real, I threw myself into it, knowing it was my only chance.

It had to be.

He dropped me on the bed, staring down at me like he wanted to devour me whole. And dammit, I wanted to let him. I would let him. “Lena.” He grabbed my legs and yanked me closer, his big nimble fingers making quick work of my button and zipper. I helped as much as I could but he worked fast, striping me down to nothing in seconds. “Fuck, Lena. You’re gorgeous.”

I knew I wasn’t, but in the moment, listening to Rex say it, I wanted to believe it. I almost did believe it. “Rex,” I moaned, reaching out to him because I didn’t know what women said in situations like this. I wanted to be cool and casual, but he would know it was a lie the moment he slid into my body. “Please.” I should tell him, but I wouldn’t. He would stop and I’d feel humiliated.

“Please? Tell me what you want.”

“You, Rex. I want you.” I watched as his blue eyes darkened and he motioned for me to move up on the bed. I obliged, only for him to slide between my thighs until his breath made my pussy pulse.

He pushed my thighs apart with his shoulders and leaned forward until his tongue touched me there and my hips sprang up off the bed. It was the single greatest sensation of my life and when he did it again, and again, I moved in uncontrollable starts and stops as his tongue brought me the greatest ecstasy I’d ever known. His tongue was warm and rough, moving with expert precision until my body bucked off the bed and shattered into a million little pieces. “Damn Lena, you taste like vanilla and honey.”

I shivered at his words, the dark look as he said them. I struggled for breath as he crawled up and settled between my thighs. The corded muscles on his shoulders and arms were tight as he reached for a condom in the nightstand. Watching him roll the condom down his, quite honestly huge, cock, was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in real life. “Holy shit.”

He chuckled, fisting himself in one hand and grasping my hip with the other. “Thanks, darlin’ but you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

And when he slid into me, so slow I thought my body would burst into flames before he was fully seated. But then I began to feel full. So full I thought I might never feel normal again. Until…, “Ow!”

He froze at the same time and stared down at me, all traces of humor and sex appeal vanished. “Lena.”

“Its my business, Rex. Please.” I didn’t want to talk about it and I didn’t want him to change his mind. “I’m not reading more into this and I know what I’m doing.” He didn’t move so I recalled an article I read in a magazine once, about keeping your downstairs tight for your man.

He groaned. “Dammit, Lena. This isn’t a joke.”

“Witness me laughing,” I said deadpan.

I did it again and his jaws clenched. “We’ll talk about this later.”

We wouldn’t, and that was fine by me so I smiled and nodded, tightening my legs around his hips and urging him to move. When he did, I thought I would die. The pain had faded, replaced by an intense overwhelming pleasure that I couldn’t describe. The more his hips moved against me, the more my body tightened and that feeling intensified. My skin puckered as a chill washed over me, my nipples hardened and his cock seemed to swell inside me. “Rex.” His name fell out of me on a long, low moan.

He looked down at me and all I saw was raw, unrestrained hunger. His brows furrowed dangerously and his hips moved with a speed that made blinding light shoot off behind my eyes. His thumb trailed from my bottom lip, down between my breasts and down my belly button, stopping at my clit. He rubbed furious circles as his body moved inside mine, on a mission to find the pleasure that was just out of our collective reach.

Then both of us were nothing more than a pile of want and need, desire and hunger. Longing and ecstasy. His thrust hard and fast, not happy until our bodies were so entwined I didn’t think we’d ever be whole again. And then liquid fire shot through my veins and I felt the waves crashing over me, pulling me out to sea, lost forever as my body pulsed.

“Lena,” he roared as his own release rushed from him and into me with the force of a hundred horses.

It felt amazing that he was the one to give me a chance to experience this kind of pleasure. That Rex was the one to show me how good sex could be. Regardless of feelings. “That was amazing. Thank you.”

He said nothing, simply gave me a strange look and separated our bodies so he could go handle the condom.

I turned over and faced the window. Snow continued to fall outside, thoughts of Rex on my mind as I drifted off to sleep.