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  She traced his length from base to tip with her tongue, mapping out every vein, moaning low in her throat when she took him fully in her mouth. Evan reached out and brushed her hair away so he could watch, his eyes locked on her eager mouth. She put on a show, moaning and licking, a bolt of pleasure spiraling through her when he placed his hands on either side of her head and held her still. He lifted his hips, shallowly fucking her mouth with his thick cock and she gave over the control. Loving how he took over yet he was always so careful, pushing her only so much. He knew what her limits were.

  And she loved and trusted him because of it.

  “Come here.” He tore himself away from her and grabbed her arm, yanking her onto the bed so she lay sprawled underneath him. “We need to get rid of these.”

  He pulled off her panties, fumbled with her bra until she was as gloriously nude as he. She rubbed against him like an overheated cat, panting as she clutched his shoulders and buried her face in the spot where his neck and shoulder met. She licked him, savoring his salty male essence and with one thrust he was buried to the hilt inside her.

  “God.” She choked out the word, her body melting all around his pulsating heat. He began to move, his movements uncontained and fast and the delicious friction was too much for her to bear. She’d been hot for him, teetering on the edge of orgasm since the moment she grabbed hold of him. She was going to come embarrassingly quick and she didn’t even try to prolong it.

  She simply let go, whimpering his name as waves of intense pleasure took over, throbbing from between her legs, radiating outward throughout her entire body. Evan had no control either, coming with a shout immediately after her, filling her again and again with long, shuddering spurts of semen. He collapsed upon her in a quivering heap, his big, hard and sweaty body pressing her down into the mattress but she welcomed it.

  He felt too damn good to push away.

  “It’s so much better without condoms.” He kissed her leisurely, taking his time, ratcheting her arousal back up about one hundred notches with one stupid-inducing kiss.

  They’d quit using condoms a month ago when she’d gone on the pill and they’d both been declared safe. And he was right. It was sooo much better.

  She broke the kiss first. “Is that why you came so fast?”

  “No.” He smiled and nuzzled her cheek with his. “I came so fast because of your remarkable skills. And I didn’t want to come in your mouth.” He moved closer to her ear, his breath hot and damp. “I wanted to come inside you.”

  Morgan trembled. “I wouldn’t have minded.”

  “I would’ve.” He kissed her again, rolling over and taking her with him, never breaking contact. She lay on top of him, her legs straddling his hips, his half-roused erection brushing against her backside. “Are we going to do it again?”

  “If I have my way, we’ll be doing it nonstop all weekend.”

  “Sounds good.” He kissed her neck and breathed deep, as if he tried to inhale her. “I love you, Morgan.”

  “I love you too.” Oh, she couldn’t take it when he kissed her neck like that. Licking and nipping at her skin, she was so incredibly sensitive there and he knew it. Reveled in it, really.

  “I want to be with you always.”

  “Me too.” She could hardly pay attention to what he was saying, what with the way he touched her.

  He nipped at her earlobe with sharp teeth. “I want you to marry me.”

  She yanked away from him, staring up into his eyes. Shock coursed through her. Had he meant to say that? “What?”

  He smiled, a gentle, heartbreaking curve of lips and her head started spinning. “I want you to marry me.”

  “You’re asking me now? While we’re naked and…”

  “I wanted to wait till tomorrow. I was going to ask you when we took a walk on the beach, but I couldn’t wait. It’s ridiculous to wait. I want you to be my wife, Morgan. Will you have me?”

  She’d known him approximately three months. Ninety days, give or take. And he wanted to marry her? Was he crazy?

  Yes. And so was she. Crazy for him.

  Smiling, she pressed him close and he slipped back inside her, fitting within her as if they were made for each other. “Oh, I will definitely have you, Evan Marshall. Any way I can get you.”

  “So that’s a yes?” He stilled within her, not moving a muscle and she realized he wasn’t even breathing.

  “Yes.” She kissed him, and he exhaled in a large sigh of relief. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Did you ever have a doubt?”

  “No.” He dropped a kiss on her nose, then her lips. “Never. We belong together. It was fate.”

  Morgan smiled and kissed him again. She didn’t even bother protesting.

  He was right. For once, she didn’t feel like overanalyzing.

  It was fate.

  About the Author

  After leaving the crazy working world to become a stay-at-home mom, Karen realized she needed to get crackin’ and pursue her lifelong dream of being a published writer. A busy mother of three, she fits her precious writing time in between chasing her children, hanging out with her wonderful husband and pretending she has a maid. She lives in California.

  To learn more about Karen Erickson, please visit www.karenwritesromance.com. You can also send an email to Karen at www.karenwritesromance.com/contact.

  Look for these titles by Karen Erickson

  Now Available:

  Spontaneous

  Fortune’s Deception

  Fortune’s Chance

  Fortune’s Promise

  Jessie’s Girl

  Forbidden

  Tangled

  Under My Umbrella

  My Favorite Mistake

  Baby, Don’t Lose My Number

  He blew his chance once. Now he intends to blow her mind…

  Jesse’s Girl

  © 2009 Karen Erickson

  Rick blew it, and he’s never forgotten it. It’s bad enough his best friend Jesse showed his true colors and stole Blair, the girl Rick wanted. Rick never understood what Blair saw in the loser, and still kicks himself for letting her slip through his fingers. But what’s done is done.

  Blair is horrified when she realizes that Jesse’s lies cost her the happiness she might have found with Rick. It’s been over with Jesse, but he won’t leave her alone. Help comes from a totally unexpected source—Rick.

  When Rick sees them together, he’s confused but tells himself to get over it. Until Jesse lays a hand on her in anger. Now all bets are off. A second chance is all he’s ever wanted and he intends to use it…up against a wall, in his bed, over and over again.

  Until she surrenders to the idea that she was meant to be his girl. Forever.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Jesse’s Girl:

  Rick’s every freaking dream was coming true right here, right now. Blair standing close, offering herself to him. Her hands rested on his chest, her touch set him aflame and he breathed deeply, trying to gain some sort of control.

  After she’d hooked up with Jesse, he never thought this moment could happen. He thought he’d lost his chance with Blair forever. Even after hearing about the break-up he figured there was no way she would be interested in him.

  Guess he’d been wrong.

  “What do you say?” Her soft voice wafted over him, caressing him much like the brisk fall breeze and he inhaled sharply, marveling at the gift she offered him.

  Herself. She would be all his. For tonight at least. Did she want more? Would she want more from him?

  He hoped like hell that answer was yes.

  When he didn’t answer, her brows lowered, her sexy mouth turning downward. She looked perplexed, confused and he reached out, trailed his fingers over the soft skin of her cheek. He heard her sharp inhale, let his gaze drift to her chest and saw her breasts lifting with her every breath.

  He’d seen her breasts in the skimpiest of tops, dreamed of having his hands all over her countless times. He couldn’t wait to get her naked, ex
plore her soft skin.

  If he didn’t watch it, he’d burst his jeans.

  “Rick? Are you all right?” She sounded upset and the last thing he wanted was for her to be upset. What had started out as just another Friday night was going to end hopefully as one of the best nights of his life.

  No way did he want to mess this up.

  “Sorry.” His fingers drifted along her jaw, then up to trace her full lips. He loved her mouth, the plump fullness of her lower lip, its berry pink color. She wore no lipstick that he could tell and still her lips looked juicy. Delicious. “I’m thinking how much I’d rather be anywhere but here.”

  Those brows furrowed even deeper and he leaned in close, brushed his mouth against hers. Just once. It was the barest of touches and his entire body went on high alert. “I want to be somewhere else. Alone. With you.”

  “Oh.” Her breathless answer told him she felt the same way. The blaze in her beautiful blue eyes told him that too. She was so beautiful he could stare at her all night. “Let’s go then.”

  “Are you sure?” Once they made this next step there was no going back. He wasn’t about to let her walk away from him now that he knew her relationship with Jesse was really over and had been for a while.

  This wasn’t going to be a one-night thing. With Blair, he wanted the real deal.

  “I’m sure.” She nodded, her hands curling into the fabric of his T-shirt. He wanted to feel her touch his bare flesh, stroke him into oblivion, those delicate fingers curling around him. Just the thought of Blair touching him nearly had him ready to explode in his jeans.

  Rick took her arm and they started toward the parking lot. “Let’s go then.”

  He linked his fingers with hers, clutched her hand tightly as they moved through the crowds and toward the parking lot. Grim determination led him on, didn’t allow him to be deterred despite the fact that he saw people he knew. A few of them waved and looked ready to stop and talk.

  Nope, he didn’t want to talk. He had other things in mind.

  She ran straight into love’s arms…and he isn’t letting her go a second time.

  Passions Recalled

  © 2010 Loribelle Hunt

  Forbidden Passions, Book 2

  When his mate and his father died in a freak accident, Jason Leonidas left home and became a park ranger in the Florida Panhandle. The distance and solitude suit him. After all, the less he cares, the less he hurts.

  As a hurricane bears down on the coast, he races to secure and evacuate the park before conditions worsen. Just as that point of no return passes he discovers an injured and unconscious visitor. Celeste Lykaios, his mate…who died over a year ago.

  Truth has turned Celeste’s world upside down. Not only did her family lie to Jason about her survival, they lied to her about his abandonment. And the new boyfriend she’d trusted is trying to kill her. Her only hope was to race into the teeth of the storm to find Jason. She almost made it.

  As she and Jason unravel the betrayal that split them apart, the ragged strands reconnect, forming a fragile hope that their love can be salvaged. Out in the storm, the killer waits for a chance to make Celeste the stunning finale in a plan to over throw the Lycan alpha…

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Passions Recalled:

  There were jackhammers in her head. Even moaning hurt. Funny, she didn’t remember partying last night. She frowned, and it made the pain worse. Actually she didn’t remember last night at all. Rolling over, she pressed her forehead into the pillow and was immediately swamped by Jason’s smell. Oh, God. Where was she?

  She couldn’t think past the pounding behind her eyes, but when the room shook with a crack of thunder she jerked her head up, wincing for her trouble. She hated storms. There was one window, and outside it a palm tree whipped back and forth.

  Definitely not in Kansas anymore. Or Atlanta. Whatever.

  Rolling back over, she took stock. Her head hurt like hell, but everything else seemed fine. Only one way to know for sure. Gingerly, she pushed up on her elbows, cursing the pounding headache that spread over her face with the strain. She sat up, gasping, and looked around the room. To call it bare was generous. It contained the bed and a dresser. The walls were empty. There was nothing to identify its owner but the scent of the sheets on which she lay.

  But that didn’t make sense. She looked out the window again as another gust of wind buffeted the house. Rain tapped the roof, and she cocked her head, pressing her hand to the side that throbbed the most. The sound echoed loudly in the room, and her headache seemed to pick up the rhythm, pulsing in time to the rain. It was familiar. Tin would be her guess, and that at least helped her narrow down her location to probably somewhere in the South where in recent years tin roofs had become all the rage. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed. Not the Southwest, so not Jason’s home. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and set her feet firmly on the floor.

  And why the hell was she wearing a bikini?

  Only one way to find out, Celeste.

  She had to venture out of the room, find out where she was and who else was here, if anyone. Her mind refused to accept it might be Jason, even if her body thrummed at the thought. She didn’t dare wish it was so. She squeezed her eyes shut. Jason was over. Jason was the past.

  She stood and took a step toward the door, but froze when a black leopard appeared and blocked the space. Her eyes filled with tears.

  The first time she’d seen Jason in leopard form, she’d been very confused. His brothers looked like typical leopards in their were forms, tawny and gold with black spots. Jason was dark, his coat black, his spots brown to cream colored. He’d explained that sometimes nature threw a genetic anomaly out there, in the leopard and wereleopard worlds. Melanistic leopards were often born in litters with regularly colored siblings, probably an evolutionary advantage for jungle ranging leopards. All of the big cat species had melanistic or black versions. The same held true for werecats. Black was not a common color to see, but not rare either.

  Looking at him now, she remembered the pain of that conversation. His pain. She’d felt his loneliness and had wanted to soothe it. He’d identified himself as the outsider in his family, but she’d seen how much they loved him, how much they needed and respected him. Although, none of that had really mattered to her. She’d thought he was beautiful. She’d loved him beyond reason. She should have known better, she thought bitterly with the benefit of hindsight, but the observation didn’t make one damn bit of difference in her reaction.

  He padded closer, stalking, and she clenched her fists. She would not reach out and bury her hands in that fur, would not give in to the tears threatening to fall. The big body pushed against her, his head butting and rubbing against her thigh in a show of affection, and she couldn’t help the sigh that escaped. He pushed her until the backs of her knees hit the bed and she sat, giving in to the temptation and sinking her hands in his pelt.

  Soft. Silky. So, so dark and lit with light at the same time, like the mysteries of the midnight sky. And definitely Jason.

  She was afraid to speak, afraid to shatter the spell. It was the best damned dream she’d had in over a year.

  He moved closer, sat on his haunches and rested his front legs along her thighs. Then he licked her, a long swipe of his tongue up the side of her face, over her old scars. The raspy stroke woke memories. This tongue, this man. Months alone and lonely and heartbroken in a hospital bed. Yet she shuddered as her body responded to him, recalled the out of control feeling of being in his arms.

  Memory shattered the dream.

  Except it wasn’t a dream, was it? She pushed against the cat and scrambled back on the bed. Shifting, the man followed, crawling up her body and pinning her under his weight. A growl rumbled deep in his chest.

  “No,” he ordered, refusing to allow her to retreat.

  She tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrists and held them next to her head, while forcing her thighs apart with his
knees and settling between them. His erection pushed hard and throbbing against the juncture between her thighs. She grew slick, felt the swelling in her clit and saw by the way his nostrils flared he knew it too.

  “So long,” he muttered, before his lips descended on hers.

  God help her, she couldn’t resist. She opened her mouth to him, accepted the stroke of his tongue. His pelvis ground against hers in a matching rhythm, and she was positive the only thing keeping him from plunging into her was the thin fabric of the bikini. It wasn’t much of a barrier, and she wished he’d throw it away. She’d toss it herself if he ever let her wrists go.

  The kiss was all too short as he broke the contact and trailed his lips along her jaw, down her neck, and finally closed over the old mark on her shoulder. He nipped it lightly and her back arched, her pussy flooding with cream as an intense orgasm froze her. God, she couldn’t respond to him like this, so quickly, after so many months absence. It was mortifying, and she strained against him. She needed a minute to collect herself, to attempt to build some kind of barrier around her heart. She feared she was too late. Maybe she’d never managed to do it in the first place.

  He released her wrists, rolled onto his back and moved up the bed, pulling her across his chest with one arm around her waist. Somehow during the move he removed the bikini bottom. His cock insistently pressed against her center and with his eyes he begged for admittance, but he was leaving the choice to her. How could she resist? Her body had been dead for a year and now it screamed for the fulfillment only he could give her.

  Refusing to acknowledge the niggling worry over where he’d been or where she was or even if it was real, she sat up on her knees and moved over his hips. She held her breath, closed her eyes and allowed the fantasy to take over as she took him inside her. Slow. So slowly. If this was a dream she didn’t want to ever wake up.

  She felt his hands behind her neck, over her back. Shivered at the sensation of fabric sliding free of her skin. He was finally seated all the way inside her, when his hands closed over her breasts. Her entire system threatened to melt down.