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  Time to take charge. He might get it in his head to court her or something equally antiquated despite the fantastic orgasm he just gave her. Without a word, she let her legs unwind from his waist until her feet were firmly on the floor. She found his belt with her fingers and undid it, followed by the button and zipper to his pants.

  “Lark...”

  “Shhh,” she said, using one finger to press lightly against his lips. “I want to play.”

  Sinking to her knees, she pulled the waistband of his pants down until his cock sprang free. As soon as he came fully into view, she sighed happily. It was as impressive as it felt, all long and thick, hard and velvety smooth at the same time. With a wicked grin up at him, she slowly took the head into her mouth, never breaking eye contact with him.

  A sharply indrawn breath, followed by a slow hiss from between his teeth, was his only response to her. His jaw was set as if he was gritting back a reply, but he let her continue. Her exploratory licks and sucks weren't met with resistance, though his hand did rest on her head as if he were unsure whether to pull her closer or pull her away. When he didn’t make a move either way, she got down to the serious business of sucking Representative James Monroe Buchanan's cock.

  In one downward motion, she engulfed half of him before hitting the back of her throat. He was thick and long, and she doubted she could take much more of him, no matter how she tried, but she was definitely going to try—mainly because she loved the little growls the escaped him. Repeating the motion, she managed to get a little more of him into her mouth. She sucked hard on the back stroke, only to sink down on him again. This time, his groan was clearly audible and his hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements.

  At first, he tried to push her away from him, but she was insistent. Soon, she felt his body relax and he simply let her go with it. She looked up at him again and smiled around his cock before letting her lips close around him and sucking him in earnest.

  The texture of him glided smoothly over her tongue. Loving the ridges and valleys of the vein-roped organ, she closed her eyes and, for the first time in her life, actually enjoyed giving a blow job. It was so much more than a simple sexual act. This time the free giving of pleasure turned her on every bit as much as if their positions were reversed. His reaction to her efforts thrilled her like nothing else had, making her wet and needy by his moans and the subtle movement of his hips. With his looks and stature in society, she doubted very much he hungered for female company, yet the look of utter delight and pleasure on his face couldn't be feigned.

  “Stop!” Breathing hard, James croaked out his command. “Stop before I can't.”

  Lark let his cock slid from her mouth with a little pop. “What if I don't want you to stop?”

  “No,” he groaned. “Not like this. When I come, it will be deep inside you or not at all. I won't...”

  “Even if I want you to?” She raised an eyebrow, giving his dick a little pump with her hand. “You gave me pleasure. Let me return the favor.”

  “Lark...”

  Rising smoothly, she lifted the hem of her skirt until her thumbs hooked over the little lace panties. Sliding them down until they were free of her legs, she stepped out of them, giving him a view of her bare mound as she did so. James immediately stepped closer to her and palmed her, his big hand covering her entirely, his fingers seeking entrance.

  Air hissed through her teeth when two fingers entered her. Everything he did to her was bliss! The way he looked at her, the way he kissed her, the way he touched her...all of it. Nothing had ever turned her on as much as this man.

  Before she could do anything, James dropped to his knees and placed his mouth where his hand had been. Shouldering his way between her legs, his lips closed over her clit and his tongue flicked back and forth several times, all while he flipped one leg over his shoulder. There was no way she could have contained the scream. Damn, they were going to bring all kinds of security down on them if they didn't manage to keep it down. Not that she really cared. Worse things had surely happened than two adults having consensual sex backstage.

  Just as she was about to come for a second time, he stood and turned her around. An arm wrapped its way over her breasts to hold her to him while the other hand lifted her skirt to find her sex and strum her clit once more.

  “Are you sure you want this here?” Warm breath whispered over her ear as James let his cock slip between her legs to slap lightly against her pussy. The deep Southern accent caressed her on the inside as surely as his hands did on the outside. The feel of his erection insistently bobbing against her with each move he made was driving her mad with wanting him. "We can go someplace private and finish this properly. In a bed, where I can appreciate your body the way you deserve to be appreciated.”

  “No! Christ, James, if you stop now, I swear I'll kill you.”

  His deep chuckle sent a fresh drop of moisture trickling down her leg. She wanted this, needed it. Craved it! Sex had never been so intense, so all encompassing before. He was everywhere, all around her. The heat from his body seeped into her, making her feel like she was on fire for him. His masculine, woodsy scent, combined with the tangy aroma of sweat and sex, tickled her nose. She still tasted his kisses on her tongue. James. He was everywhere!

  Gripping her hips, he didn't ask again. He simply slid his cock back along her slit and thrust upward and into her in one forceful stroke. Lark had to grip the door to brace herself. This wasn’t a milquetoast lover who needed to be directed; he took complete control. It was impossible to scream, almost impossible to breathe. Every powerful surge forward left her gasping, so full she thought for a moment maybe he didn’t fit. The heavy glide of his cock against the walls of her pussy set off a series of sensations even stronger than before. He wasn't just making love to her, he was possessing her. Tilting her hips up, she begged for more without saying a word, letting her body speak for her. The hands on her breasts kneaded with just the right pressure, fingers pinching her nipples, twisting them just so to send electric shocks through her body to center in her womb where he pillaged, taking all she gave and so much more.

  “God, Lark, you feel so damned good!”

  How silly was it to feel as much pleasure from his praise as she did from his sensual assault? It was as if an invisible third hand was stroking her, calming and exciting her at the same time. Never had she felt this immediate connection, a true bonding of two souls. He demanded and she gave, climbing higher as his movements grew more frantic, faster, deeper. How would she survive it? It was possible he’d ruined her for any other man, and he could never be hers.

  Lark closed her eyes to the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. It wasn't the time to think about it now; not like she could concentrate on anything for long anyway. Not when one of his hands had slowly slid down to her clit, pinching the little pearl while his hips began to slam into her in earnest.

  “I can’t hold back, sugar.” Oh God, that voice was almost enough to send her over. “Come with me, Lark. Now!”

  As if her body had just been waiting for his command, she fell apart, exploding from the inside out with his name on her lips. If it hadn’t been for the music playing loudly throughout the club, the whole city might have known just how hard she came. Later she would think about how she couldn’t keep him. Later she might even work up a tiny measure of regret for what had just happened here. But in the end she knew she wouldn’t take back a second of it, no matter what tomorrow may bring.

  The Politician

  Chapter Three

  James woke with the sun and the screeching of seagulls, unwilling to move a muscle. A sliver of sunlight streamed into Lark’s tiny rented beach house bedroom, resting across her face. There was no describing her beauty; it was all natural and soul deep. There hadn’t been a second thought in ditching his cousins last night. He hadn’t even told them he was leaving. Once he’d had a taste of this lovely, luscious woman, there had been no way he could leave her even for a second. As a
grown man, he was a long way from being anything near virginal, but he had never experienced anything like the night he’d had with Lark. She gave so freely, feeding off his desire for her and giving it back to him.

  The last thing he’d expected to find on his vacation was a woman who moved him in ways he didn’t begin to understand. In the back of his mind he had always thought he would eventually marry some socially acceptable woman of the right political and family background, have a few clone-like children and that would be that. It was probably the main reason he’d shied away from serious relationships for so long. A future like that just seemed so bleak. Then this ray of sunshine blew into his life, and he wasn’t sure what to do with her. He knew he wasn’t going to let her go. The magic between them was real and explosive. What kind of man could walk away from that?

  “Morning. Are you seriously watching me sleep?” She yawned and stretched, all sleek muscle and dark, creamy, satin skin.

  “Can’t help it, you’re a beautiful woman.” It was true. She was stunning, even more so just waking up. Not many women could pull that off. “I was thinking about making love to you again. I have a feeling you're going to be an addiction.”

  He didn't like the way she turned over when he said it. He was very afraid of something like this. Sometime during the night it had dawned on him she might not think he was serious about her. This was rare, and not something one just walked away from.

  “Let’s just play it by ear, okay?” He really didn’t like hearing the wariness in her voice. There had to be something he could say or do to get her to see he was serious about this, about her, even after just one night.

  Although the evasiveness annoyed him, James knew better than to push. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her away. Instead he gently pulled her back to him, wrapping her in his arms. Placing soft kisses on her forehead, he allowed his lips to travel down her face slowly until he reached her lips. There was none of the frantic, wild passion from the night before. This time he kissed her softly, gently prying her open for him.

  Unlike last night, Lark didn’t yield to her own passion easily. She tried to hold back from him, but James wasn't about to let her get away with that. He wanted her melting against him; he wanted her open and giving. With more patience than he thought himself capable of, he continued his slow, sweet siege until he felt her soften against him. As soon as he felt her melt, he carefully rolled her over onto her back, stretching over her. Although he kept his kisses soft, he moved her hands above her head and shackled them with one of his hands, using the other to firmly but tenderly run down her body. Her skin was so damn soft and supple, so responsive to his touch, he could feel goose bumps breaking under his palm.

  “You have no idea what you do to me.” He hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but she couldn’t possibly know how easily she’d gotten under his skin. “The more I taste you the more I want.”

  Her eyes flew open, deep brown pools wide with wonder. As much as he may have liked that, he wanted to see more in their depths. He wanted to see more than simple lust burning in her eyes. He wasn't ready to name it, but he knew he wanted her wanting him. Needing him. Unable to stop himself, he slid inside her, holding her close as he was welcomed back inside her snug core.

  It was like coming home, only a better homecoming he’d never had. Hot velvet walls gripped him close, sucking him in deeper. Her arms came around him, her hips lifting to welcome his invasion.

  “You feel so damn good, baby. Keep your eyes open. I want to see what you’re feeling.”

  Everything she felt was written clearly in her eyes. Whenever he thrust her pupils dilated, her mouth opening slightly to let out a sexy little groan. It wasn’t enough. He needed more from her. Grasping her hips, he thrust harder, deeper, picking up the pace until he was surging into her with almost bruising force. Her gasps mirrored his own and when he felt her muscles grip him, milk him, he let his own pleasure wash over him and take control.

  Need swamped him, lust almost consumed him. Nothing in his life could have prepared him for the force of nature that was Lark. Everything she gave, he treasured, knew he'd always treasure and never wanted to let go. As her orgasm claimed her, she threw her head back and screamed. James followed as soon as her cunt locked down on his cock like a velvet vise, howling her name in his frenzy of lust and...love.

  Love.

  Automatically, his mind tried to shy away from the word, but his heart trampled his mind and smashed it to bits. Love wasn't in the mind, it was in the heart, and he knew with every bit of his heart and soul he loved this woman. Lark. His woman. It didn’t matter if he had just met her; she had somehow managed to capture him so securely he didn’t ever want to be free.

  He was about to just blurt his feelings out for her to scoff at, when his cell trilled. The ring tone indicated Stafford had waited long enough for James to explain himself last night. Shit. The last thing he wanted to do was talk with his campaign manager. Not now. All he wanted was to bask in this feeling swamping his every pore.

  “You’d better answer that.” At least her voice sounded every bit as affected as he felt. She sounded breathless, airy even. He leaned down to take her lips tenderly, letting the thing ring. He didn't want the real world to intrude just yet. Hell, he didn't want it to ever, but he was no coward. He would do what he had to, and they'd start working on how this relationship was going to work. Living without her was simply not an option, no matter what.

  He was relieved when the phone was silent. Voice mail was the best invention ever! Unfortunately, Stafford was nothing if not persistent. Almost as soon as the phone fell silent it was ringing again. James knew he had to answer this time or Stafford might do something drastic.

  “Where are you? You didn't come back to the hotel, and your idiot cousins are no good at lying.”

  Okay, he could look past the whole mother hen bit, but no one talked about his family.

  “Excuse me? Did you just call my cousins idiots?” He let his voice show every ounce of his annoyance.

  No one could ever accuse the other man of being a complete dumbass.

  “I’m sorry, but James, you are in the middle of a re-election campaign. You have to be careful. I hope whomever you’re with is discreet. Please tell me you didn’t tell her your real name.”

  James had to grind his teeth to stop from saying something he might regret later. “I’ll be back to the hotel later.” If he kept talking to the man, he was going to develop a migraine.

  “You need to come back now, while it’s early. James, you can’t let a hint of scandal taint your name. No matter how innocent something may appear, your opponents can turn it against you. You remember what happened to Congressman Reynolds.”

  That James couldn’t argue with. His former colleague had been a decent guy, caught up in a scandal without a chance to defend himself all because he fell for a scheming witch who was out to cash in one anyone with money, fame or power. As much as he hated to admit it, he was going to have to go back to the hotel, if only to shower and change his clothing.

  “I'll be there shortly.” He had to sigh. Much as he hated to admit it, Stafford was right, though not in the way he thought. James was a single man. If he wanted to date, he'd date. He just had to figure out how to pull Lark into his life in such a way that the media accepted her.

  Unfortunately the woman in question had already pulled away and left the bed while he was talking. He didn’t like that, not having her in his arms. He couldn’t wait until this fucking election was over. He watched as she pulled a loose cover-up over her head, hiding bare skin from him. A low growl erupted deep in his throat before he realized what he was doing.

  “James? What’s wrong? What’s going on?” Stafford sounded frantic, worse than a mother hen—the man was fast approaching obsessive girlfriend territory.

  Fuck. He was going to have to learn how to control his emotions where Lark was concerned. It was going to be one hell of a battle.

  “Nothing, look,
Stafford, I have to go. I’ll see you soon.” Without waiting for a reply he clicked the phone closed, rising to pull Lark back where she belonged, against him.

  “You need to go.” Was it just his imagination, or did she sound a little sad when she said that? Was it wrong that he felt elation that she might be upset to see him go?

  “I need to see you again.” There was no point in beating around the bush about it. Lark may not believe he loved her yet, but he she had to feel this thing between them as keenly as he did.

  She pulled back a little to look at him as if she were trying to figure something out. James didn’t look away, didn’t blink. Whatever she was searching for, he wanted to make sure she got a good look. There was nothing to hide. He wanted her to see everything he felt.

  “I’m singing again tonight,” she finally said, giving him a tentative little teasing smile. “I should be done with my last set around midnight if you're allowed out that late.”

  Her smile was contagious. He could get used to this. “I wouldn't miss it for the world. I'll be right up front, ready to kick the ass of any man who so much as looks at you.”

  This time, she laughed, but relaxed, stepping to him and sliding her arms around his neck. “Let me know how that works out for you. I'll be sure to tell Larry, the bouncer, not to be too hard on you.”

  There was simply no way he couldn't kiss her. Those lips were just too lush, too sexy. He needed to taste those lips again like he needed air to breath. He kept it gentle, more a promise of what was to come rather than filled with the all-encompassing need he felt.

  He dressed then, knowing Stafford would only wait so long before actually going to look for him. Much as he wanted to shout to the world Lark was his woman and fuck anyone who didn't like it, he didn't want Stafford walking in on them if he managed to figure out where he was.