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silk that was her panties and slipped a finger inside her moist center. Waves of lust coursed through her, and she held on to Alex as though she was drowning. She angled her head and bit down hard on his neck. His moan sent rockets of desire shooting through her veins. This was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and she had been with her fair share of men. But she had never felt the kind of desperation she felt when Alex slipped a second finger into her. She moaned and cried out in frustration. She was so close.
    Alex found the tiny nub and rubbed it gently. Angie couldn’t hold back her cry. She began to pant as she felt the waves cresting. “Alex.” She panted his name over and over. He slipped in a third finger, brought them all out once and pushed them inside her again. Suddenly the walls of her sex contracted, spasm after spasm hitting her as she climaxed.
    Alex held her as she convulsed and pressed kisses to her face, her hair, her neck, before taking her lips. “God, you are like a live wire,” he teased, his voice warm with amusement.
    Angie buried her face in his neck and groaned. “You do things to me,” she muttered.
    He held her away from him so he could look into her eyes. “How long has it been?”
    She darted her eyes away from the intensity in his. Was she ready for this? Then she sighed. The man had already brought her to two fantastic orgasms and she still had her clothes on.
    “It’s been a year,” she replied reluctantly.
    She looked at him but his face showed no reaction. “You haven’t been with anyone since you lost your husband,” he said quietly.
    It wasn’t really a question, but she nodded anyway. “I haven’t really wanted to.”
    He closed his eyes briefly and smiled. “Aw, babe, you’ll give me a swollen head before we’re done.”
    An answering smile tipped Angie’s lips upward. She reached down and cupped his erection through his cotton pants.
    “I thought you already had a swollen head.” She pressed the tip and smirked when his eyes turned smoky. She placed her free hand on his chest and could feel the erratic pounding of his heart. It echoed hers. “Well, we need to do something about this.” She rubbed him gently but firmly.
    Alex groaned, and his hands moved up to her nape. He pulled her close, their lips almost touching. “You do intend to kill me, I see.”
    “Kiss me, Alex,” she murmured, feeling the fire start in her once more.
    They quickly removed their clothes, and Angie caught herself staring at Alex’s manhood. Michelangelo’s David had nothing on him, she thought in wonder. Her lips suddenly felt parched, and she brought out her tongue to lick them.
    “What?”
    “You are…” She waved her hands toward him then took a deep breath. “You are exceptionally well-endowed.”
    He choked on a laugh then wrapped his arms around her. “You are great for my ego.” He stepped back and stared at her, then almost reverently reached out to cup her breast. “You are beautiful,” he said simply.
    Angie stared into his eyes, into the fire burning in their depths. And they were burning for her, Angie Scot. She shook her head in wonder before taking the hand that was on her breast. She smiled at his confused look.
    “This one is for you.” She led him to the huge king-size bed and pushed him gently into a sitting position, then knelt between his open thighs.
    Alex’s eyes flared when he realized what she was about to do. “You don’t have to do this, Angie,” he said, his voice gruff.
    She smiled at him and ran the tip of her index finger over the length of his erection. “Oh, I know,” she said softly, gently giving the capped head a squeeze. She smiled to herself as he let out a groan filled with need. “But I can’t wait to see you lose control.”
    Alex woke up, already half-aroused as he lay still in the moonlight. Without looking at the time he knew it was 2:00 a.m. He woke up at that time every night. If he did not have a companion, he