All Night Long

bulge.
    “If I weren’t a tough, seasoned journalist, I would probably succumb to an attack of the vapors right about now,” she said.
    His laugh was rough and sexy. “If it weren’t for my rigorous training, I’d probably be doing the same thing.”
    He scooped her up against his chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him. He carried her out of the kitchen, negotiated the narrow hallway with amazing deftness, and put her down on the tumbled bed.
    He paused just long enough to get out of his jeans and briefs and remove a small foil packet from the pocket of his pants. He tore off the top of the packet with his teeth.
    And then he was coming down on top of her, one leg anchoring her thigh so that she was open to his touch.
    He tugged the nightgown up to her waist and higher still until he could pull it off entirely. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the crumpled garment go sailing off into the nearest corner She didn’t see it hit the floor because she was too utterly focused on the looming shape of Luke as he bent his head to her breast.
    When he took her nipple between his teeth she heard a soft, 1 breathless sigh of pleasure. It took her a moment to realize that she was the one who had made the sound.
    She reached down and enclosed him with her fingers, exploring the length and breadth of him. The fierceness of his ~” erection excited her. She felt him grow even tighter and bigger at her touch.
    His hand moved up the inside of her thigh. She did not know whether to urge him to hurry before sh ost this glorious pulsing sensation, or if she wanted him to slow down so that it had time to intensify. Decisions, decisions. She was entering uncharted territory. Her trusty vibrator was home in Glasto ove in a drawer beside her bed.
    One long finger slid slowly, deeply into her, stroking, prodding and stretching.
    Another finger followed. She could feel the slick dampness gathering between her legs.
    So far so good. But she knew that without the vibrator this was probably as exciting as it was goin o get.
    Not bad, though, she told herself. Not bad at all.
    Luke did something very interesting with his thumb, startling her out of thoughts of her vibrator. Jolted, her body clenched tightly around his invading fingers.
    “Luke?”
    “Mmm?” He nuzzled her belly.
    “Now,” she urged, digging her nails into his shoulders. “Please, yes,
now
.”
    He did the thing with his thumb again. “There’s no rush.”
    “Yes, there is.” She tried to shake him, but it was like trying to move a large boulder.
    “You don’t understand.”
    “You’re still tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You won’t hurt me.” She clutched him harder and moved her hips against his hand.

    “The thing is,
    I never get this far without—” She broke off. Don’t go there, she thought. Too much information.
    “Let’s see if we can make you a little wetter first.”
    He started to move farther down her body, pausing here and there to drop kisses onto her sensitive skin.
    He reached the inside of her thigh.
    “No, wait,” she gasped. “Come back here.”
    She heard his low, wicked laugh again, and then felt his warm breath and his tongue on her, right ther n the place where she usually relied on Big Guy.
    It was all she could do to keep herself from screaming.
    It was too much. He was taking control, demanding a kind of surrender that she had never been abl o give any man. It was unthinkable. She barely knew him. How could she trust him with her most intimate responses?
    A moment later the climax rolled through her, as deep and unstoppable as an earthquake.
    She was vaguely aware of Luke shifting his weight, sliding heavily between her legs.
    He pushed himself deliberately into her, stretching her, filling her completely.
    She was stunned to feel herself coming again. Luke rode the new tremors with her, pounding hard and fast into her body. His back was slick with perspiration, every muscle rigid.
    The ancient bedsprings groaned loudly, rhythmically in protest. The headboard slammed again and again against the wall. Her emotions were in utter, mystifying chaos. She wanted to laugh and was amazed when she felt tears in her eyes. The only thing that mattered was the man in her arms.
    It seemed impossible, but Luke’s hoarse shout of exultant, triumphant release gave her as much pure, unadulterated pleasure and satisfaction as her own climax.
    For a few rare, glittering moments she was not