The Fighter's Fierce Temptation by Leslie North Page A

it on her breast. When he cupped it softly at first and then more firmly, she couldn’t hold back her moan of pleasure.
    “Is this where you’re hurting?” he asked, pulling the edge of her V-neck shirt aside to bare her lace-covered breast his hand. When she nodded, he dipped his head, stroking the skin above her bra with his tongue.
    Sitting up, he pulled her up so that he could pull her shirt over her head. He deftly unhooked the front clasp of her bra and slipped it from her arms as well. Laying her back down, he devoted long minutes to soothing her breasts and creating an ache of another kind lower in her center.
    Alice was in heaven. His hands on her breasts thrilled her, and when he suckled her, squeezing her breasts and placing the moist warmth of his mouth over her nipples, she thrust herself up against him, wanting more.
    “Does that feel good?” he asked. He knew it did. He loved how responsive she was to his touch.
    “Yes,” she breathed out the word with a soft moan.
    “Is this the only place you hurt?” he asked, letting his fingertips trail across her sculpted stomach to toy with the waistband of her yoga pants.
    “No. Lower.”
    “Where?” he asked, wondering just how far she was willing to go. When she grabbed his hand and guided it between her legs, he had his answer.
    He curled his fingers around her center, feeling the damp heat that emanated through the fabric of her pants. “Are you wet for me?”
    Alice blushed but slowly lifted her eyes and met his gaze. “Yes. Mmm. Please make the hurt go away. Make me better.”
    “I’m gonna do that. But we have to do something about all these clothes first.” He stood up and quickly stripped out of his shirt and then his jeans, tossing them on the floor behind him. He left his boxers on for the moment, struck with the vision she presented as she shimmied her yoga pants and panties down her long legs all in one move. When they sailed past his right shoulder, he grinned at her readiness.
    “Better?” he asked, lowering himself between the thighs she’d spread open for him with no hint of shyness.
    Alice arched into his touch, loving the weight of him pressing her back into the couch cushions. “Kind of. Bryant, I think we’d both feel better if you moved a little more to the…”
    He didn’t need any more direction. Lifting himself up a bit, he fitted himself to her core and slowly began to press himself into her heat. He watched her eyes widen as he continued his slow slide, and then began an equally slow retreat. “God, you feel so good.”
    “Mmmm…,” was all the response Alice could muster up. She felt him bottom out inside her and then begin to withdraw, only to push back inside her again. She’d never known such ecstasy before in her life. Scott’s an idiot! And then she couldn’t believe she was thinking about Scott. Right then, she banished him from her mind forever. From here on out, there was only room for Bryant.
    Bryant tried to keep up his slow rhythm, but he soon needed more. “Alice, I’m going to have to move faster. You feel so good, but I need more. I can’t wait.”
    “Please.” She locked her thighs around his hips and held on tight as he began to pound her into the cushions. She gasped as her pulse kicked up again, and she tried to maintain her ability to think, wanting to catalog each feeling and emotion for future reference. But Bryant had stolen her ability to do anything but feel him and feel that moment.
    Nearing his climax, Bryant reached between their bodies to hold Alice in his hand, catapulting her over the edge. He closed his eyes as she screamed his name, and he reached the ultimate pleasure with her. Exquisite timing of a sort that was new to him.
    He leaned his forehead against hers, struggling to regain control his breathing, and wondering what in the hell had just happened. I’ve never felt so much pleasure in my entire life!
    When he felt her struggling to take a deep breath, he chuckled and