Secret Seduction by Lori Wilde Page A

arms, felt her body trembling with pleasure and the power of her release. They were skin to skin, body to body. Him, hard muscles; her, soft curves.
    It had been four years since he’d felt a connection like this. He’d missed it. He savored the closeness, his mind holding on to the memory of just how great intimacy could be.
    “Wow,” Vanessa breathed, and idly curled her fingers through his chest hairs. “What was that?”
    “I was about to ask you the same thing.”
    “You were amazing. I’ve never had…no one…never two at one time…” she murmured.
    “Are you trying to tell me that was the first time you ever had multiple orgasms?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    She was sitting naked in his lap, her bare bottom against his thighs, her hair curling over his arm. Tanner lowered his head and kissed her lightly.
    Lips touched. Tongues greeted. Teeth nipped.
    He breathed in the taste of her. Earthy red wine. Polished grapes. Inside, his heart expanded, then contracted, beating just for her.
    “Mmm,” she purred and reached up to stroke the line of his jaw.
    Pulling her lips from his, she ran her hot little mouth over his chin. He tilted back his head as she worked her way down his neck to his Adam’s apple.
    She softly bit down. It tickled.
    Tanner chuckled.
    “I like making you laugh,” she said.
    “Half an hour ago you were ready to slice me to pieces,” he said. “And now you like making me laugh?”
    “What can I say?” Her eyes glistened and she gave a casual shrug. “I’m mercurial.”
    “Seriously, Vanessa. I want you to know you can trust me,” he said as sincerely as he could.
    “Ah,” she teased, “but can you trust me?”
    “I feel that I can, yes. So how about it?”
    “I want to trust you.”
    “That’s good.” He kissed her forehead.
    “Your arm,” she said. “I forgot. How is it?”
    In the heat of their lovemaking, he, too, had forgotten about his wound, forgotten his belongings were strewn over the lawn, but now that she mentioned it, the damned cut was throbbing. “I’ll live.”
    Vanessa uncurled herself from his lap and got to her feet. He couldn’t take his eyes off her firm, high breasts. God, she was stunning.
    “Come on,” she said and extended her hand to him. “A glass of wine should take the edge right off the pain. Doctor’s orders.”
    He really should go pick up his things off the lawn, instead he took her hand and let her pull him up. He liked that she was so tall and could look him straight in the eyes without tilting up her head.
    Still gloriously naked, she moved to the counter, took the stopper from a bottle of red wine and poured two half glasses. No two ways about it, the woman intrigued him. Vanessa could be as commanding as a general one minute, as sensual as a cat the next. She was complex and he wanted to know more about her. Like why she was so guarded in life, but so uninhibited when it came to sex.
    Vanessa led the way into her living room, decorated sparsely but tastefully in beiges and light browns. Her couch was leather, her coffee table brass and glass. She curled up on the couch, tugging her long legs up underneath her and covering her lap with a fat pecan colored throw pillow.
    Tanner sat beside her, his dick half hard again. He opted for a lap pillow himself. A smile lifted the corners of her lips, flashing straight white teeth as she brought the wineglass up for a sip.
    The minx.
    She knew exactly what she was doing to him. It was all he could do to keep from plunking his glass on the coffee table, closing the distance between them and making love to her all over again.
    To hide his desire, he took a long swallow of wine. Sweet, mellow warmth curled down his throat to his stomach and beyond. Another swallow washed away the stinging in his arm.
    And then something shocking occurred to him. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten to use a condom. Protection had never entered his lust-soaked mind. He set down his wineglass, pressed his hands