She was going to stop breathing at any moment. Her heart was going to erupt right out of her chest, and her body was on the verge of self–combusting. She'd never been more aroused in her life.

Luken's hands cradled her face as he nipped at her chin and jaw, sending little shivers up and down each vertebra of her spine. She could feel his desire and hunger for her, mingling with her own in such a way it nearly blinded her. The sensations igniting in her body churned wildly along her veins. A blazing fire burned from within her soul.

Unimaginable lust filled her body to the brim, overwhelming every fiber of her being, simmering in each nerve ending, melting any reserve she had of sleeping with this godlike stranger. He wanted her. She could feel it straight to her toes. His body craved hers. He wanted to soothe the untamed beast she had not even known lived inside her.

"Oh, God, Luken?" she gasped. "Are you sure we should be doing this?"

"Doing what? Enjoying ourselves? Enjoying the pleasure we can give each other?"

Voice trembling, she muttered, "Yes, but even so, it doesn't make it right. I don't even know you."

He held her gaze, his face an inch away from hers. In a low, primal, deep voice, he shared, "My name is Luken McCree. I have a twin brother named Ryken and no other siblings. I'm six three and over two hundred pounds. I was born in Texas, and I'll be thirty–three in March. I work and live at McCarthy Ranch, a property that's been in my family for generations. I've never been married, never even been close to asking a woman to marry me, and I have no children. But the most important thing you should know about me is that I'm incredibly attracted to you, Tabitha Burns." He brought her fingers to his lips, kissing each one in turn. "I haven't had sex in a very long time, and I fear that if you deny me the chance to make love to you I'll never survive the night." He pressed his lips over hers and nibbled at her mouth before pulling away. His eyes were so full of heat and passion she nearly melted into the seat.

"Beautiful Tabitha, you must be aware that my hand would never satisfy the cravings and fire you set inside me. Surely, you can feel the desire I have for you. I've never wanted anything more than to be with you."

She smiled. He was so damn charming she couldn't see straight. Her fingers traced over his broad shoulders, the fabric of his undershirt annoying and coarse.

What did she have to lose? She was a grown woman in the arms of a gorgeous man who clearly wanted her as much as she wanted him. What was so wrong with allowing her body one night to have her most primal needs satisfied? What better way to have that itch scratched then by a man who looked as exquisite as Luken? A man who was by far one of the sexiest men she had ever laid eyes on.

A deep sigh later and she was saying to herself, Oh, what the hell.

"Take this off," she told him, pinching the white undershirt, lifting to reveal bronzed, delectable skin. Skin she couldn't wait to feast upon.

Her mouth watered. She had been alone for so long it was all she could do to not seem desperate, easy. She had already envisioned him naked, his hard cock pounding into her pussy with more vigor than she could stand. Licking her lips, she could practically taste the pre–cum that seeped from the head of his cock.

He leaned back and tugged his shirt up over his head. Within seconds he returned, positioned between her legs, cradled against the inferno blazing at the core of her body. Moisture pooled as he brushed his pelvis against hers.

Oh, God in Heaven...

Her head kicked back against the high back cushion of her chair, stretching her neck as she enjoyed the firmness of his cock pressed against her covered pussy. His lips sampled her neck, kissing and licking the warm flesh. She shivered, fingers digging into the taut muscles of his chest, shoulders, and back. The heat pouring out of his flesh was like standing in front of a roaring fire, he was so warm, inviting her to close the distance between them.

The taste of his lips was pure male and heated spice. His mint–flavored tongue molded with hers, sliding against hers with determined strokes. He eased back to tug her bottom lip into his mouth, over and over again, licking and tasting her.

She had never been kissed like this before, as if the man couldn't get enough of her. He tasted her mouth like a man starved for her touch, needing her more than he needed his next gulp of air. She loved it, not realizing just how much she had missed the feel of a man in her arms. The sensual caress Luken offered her made her eyes close as a soft moan escaped her lips.

With Luken the intimacy between them would be different. Just sex—good old, hot and sweaty, I can't believe how many orgasms I just had sex—nothing more. She wouldn't confuse the situation as she had with her last relationship. She'd make sure of that. Once this matter with Brie had been resolved, she would return to her life in Seattle. Her boring, nothing ever happens to me life.

Tabitha was lost in the touch and taste of the man captivating her body. Powerful hands crept up her thighs, hips, and waist. His fingers pulled at the material of her shirt and then freed her body of the confines of her skirt. The warm press of his hands against the flesh of her ribs and belly singed her, nerve endings charged and tingled.