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  Theo hadn’t meant to grab Misha and force his kiss on her. Really the only thing that had been on his mind was getting her to shut up. He was going to come clean; he had decided that when he parked in her driveway. The very last thing he expected was Misha coming to the door in that— that—

  Oh God, he couldn’t stop! Once his lips descended on hers, his long-held need to taste her overrode all else. He engulfed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth and devouring until her body melted pliantly against his own. And he didn't stop then. He had wanted this, needed this for far too long. The woman had to realize what she was doing to him. This was the perfect time. Maneuvering them both back to the bed was far easier than he’d hoped. Picking her up and placing her where he wanted her was a temptation he didn’t want to resist; so he didn’t.

  The teddy had to go. So did his clothing. That meant he had to stop kissing her. Damn, but that was hard. Her lips were so soft, so pliant, now that she wasn't speaking nonsense. He’d wanted to do this forever...

  “Where is the camera?” She’d said she wanted to videotape this. For research. Theo knew if he didn’t get the damn recording started now, there wouldn’t be one. The very last of his control had snapped the moment she’d opened the door. Wearing that red scrap of lace. That really needed to come off.

  “What?” Misha looked up at him dazed, her lips swollen. Theo’s cock throbbed just looking her. This was not going to be quite the study Misha had in mind. And he was going to force her to watch it over and over again until she could admit they were meant to be together.

  “You wanted to tape this.” Theo moved back, removing his shirt as he kicked off his shoes. “Never let it be said I stood in the way of scientific progress.” Even if he couldn’t understand the so-called experiment.

  “Oh. It’s over there on the tripod. But, Theo, about that. We should talk.”

  “No.” No talking. Stalking over, he grabbed the camera and placed it closer to the bed before turning it on.

  “No? Theo, I think we really should discuss this.” Was he crazy or did she sound breathless, perhaps more than a little turned on?

  He hoped like hell she was turned on, because he was burning the hell up.

  “I said no, Misha. No talking.” To punctuate the statement he divested himself of his slacks and boxer briefs at the same time, throwing them over his shoulder. His cock stood out painfully full and thick, leaking at the mushroomed tip as if it were crying for her. Hell, it was. They’d both wanted Misha forever, him and his dick.

  “But...”

  Moving back to the bed, Theo gripped the teddy with both hands and ripped it right down the middle, then did the same to the tiny lace thong that accompanied the garment. Whatever Misha had been about to say turned into a cute little moan instead of actual words. Half lifting her body, he threw the ruined clothing away. Where, he didn’t really care.

  Finally. Misha in her full glory. Perfect.

  Holy shit she was wet. Very very wet. Her mons was waxed smooth and glistening for him. The most beautiful pussy he had ever been blessed enough to behold stared back at him with naked longing. It mesmerized him, called to him. No way he was ever letting her go. But first, he really had to taste her.

  Chapter Four

  Holy crap! Professor Sullivan was packing some very serious equipment in his pants. Of course, Misha had always suspected as much. She'd witnessed an occasional tent in his slacks when he wasn't being vigilant about hiding his basic human reactions. The reality of his bare penis was far, far more impressive than the few involuntary hard-ons she’d witnessed. The confession that had been on the very edge of her tongue evaporated as she forgot to do anything more than gape.

  Then he had ripped the lingerie right off her. Just grasped it and rent it in two like some sort of primitive. That had certainly not happened the first three times she’d attempted intercourse. If it had, she might have attempted the act many more times. In theory she supposed such an act could be seen as violent and thereby threatening... Who the hell was she kidding? It thrilled her right down to her toes.

  But the way he was looking at her now… Her channel began flooding with nature's mysterious lubrication that only seemed to work for her when Theo was around. However, her core had never been quite as wet as it was now. There was no way to hide it either. Theo had taken her thighs in hand, holding her open as he stared at her core. The wonder and hunger in his eyes were enough to stop a woman’s heart.

  Or so she thought.

  Cunnilingus was something Misha had read about extensively, but never really saw herself as a recipient. The name seemed so clinical. The act read as something far-fetched. Only as Theo lowered his head to her mons, she realized she had been so wrong. Egregiously wrong. The carnal kiss was nothing like she’d imagined. Unlike when he had taken her mouth, the kiss to her pussy was soft. His tongue swiped, teased, soothed before probing deep inside her channel. Her hips moved up involuntarily, rolling against his mouth. Funny, she’d always thought oral sex would feel cold and wet. Not so, she was discovering. Gradually the mouth against her sex became far more demanding. The gentle caresses gave way to aggressive suckling, nibbles with the slightest sting, and oh God, his fingers joined in the play.

  Misha was absolutely sure she'd experienced an orgasm before. Positive. The explosion that shook her body as Theo ruthlessly thrust with his fingers and tongue into her quim, sucked and pinched her clit bore no comparison to the moderately pleasant sensation she achieved by herself. The fire building in every cell was nothing like the amicable experiences of the long-ago past. If other women experienced these kinds of sensations with lovers, then she could certainly understand why they did ridiculous things for the man that inspired such awe-striking physical reactions. And Theo didn't stop after the first explosion either. Cupping her buttocks and bringing her deeper into his mouth as if he were drinking her, he ruthlessly drove her to another until Misha clutched at his hair, screaming incoherently from the sheer ecstasy of it all.

  “Open your eyes, Misha. Look at me.”

  When had she closed her eyes? Somewhere between the second and third orgasm, possibly.

  “Uh?” Coherent words just weren't going to happen. Her body still zinged, shaking with the aftershocks.

  “Do you want this?” As if she couldn't grasp his meaning, he ran the thick head of his cock against the seam of her pussy, circling her pulsing clit before dipping down over and over again.

  Was he kidding? She would die if he didn't give her what her body screamed for.

  “Yes.” Although she hadn't a clue why he was asking, she forced the word through her lips, bowing her back and flexing her hips in case he didn't believe her reply.

  “Why?”

  All movement stopped. Green eyes stared down into her own, demanding an answer. Misha wanted to weep. Didn’t he understand her body was in desperate need? Did he not comprehend how much she ached for him?

  “Is this all for science?” Theo clarified, holding his body away from hers even though he hovered above her.

  So close. Much too far away.

  “No.” Her answer was honest. Pure with raw need in the single syllable.

  “Then why?”

  Had he asked at any other time, she might have been able to think of some convenient excuse that was close to the truth without giving herself away. As it stood she could barely think straight, much less obfuscate.

  “I’ve always wanted you. I just had no idea how to tell you.” Surprisingly, the confession cost her nothing. Lying completely bare, both in body and mind, seemed so right.

  “Damn straight,” he growled as he thrust completely inside her.

  Not knowing what to expect next, Theo’s reply to her admission knocked breath and thought from her body completely. Oh God, she was so full! He stretched her, almost to the point of burning, and damn it felt so good! Looking downright primitive, Theo impaled her in measured strokes, dragging almost his entire length in a slow, torturous glide almost
completely free of her before pounding back inside her. Misha whimpered, groaned, dug her nails into the skin on his shoulder and rode him back with all her might. Lifting to meet every lunge, she reveled in the erotic bliss. She wanted more, she wanted it all, she wanted forever.

  “This is not the end, Misha,”Theo warned her through clinched teeth. He was utterly gorgeous. The very picture of insatiable need, possessing her in a way no one else ever could. “I will have you, baby. You will be mine. Not just for these two nights. Say it!”

  “Yes! Yours. Always.” He had no idea how true that was, how true it had always been.

  Her so-called theory had been that Valentine’s Day created a conditioned response making participants more amorous. It had been a serious question even if the experiment had been completely bogus, an excuse for this. Tonight blew that theory all to hell and back. Nothing could feel this good, Valentine’s Day be damned. And that was tomorrow night.

  “I. Mean. It. Damn. It.” Each word was accompanied by a thrust deeper than the last, a claiming more intense than the last.

  “Yes, Theo. Yours.”

  Like her words held some kind of meaning beyond their actual definitions, Theo rode her harder, gripped her tighter. The friction was unbearable. She was an inferno, burning from the inside out. Their bodies slapped together loudly, echoing off the walls, hands pulled, grabbed, clutched, nails scratched, and it was not nearly enough.

  “Come for me. Misha. Show me how good it is to you.”

  She would have complied on her own, she was positive of it. But Theo reached between them and pinched her clit as he thrust with wild abandon so deep she thought he must have melded their bodies permanently together. Explosion was far too mild a word for what happened to her body this time. Her entire being combusted, falling apart at the seams. She might have screamed. She thought she must have. She couldn't be sure though due to all her circuits being overloaded. She’d ask Theo later. Much later. As soon as she woke from the blackness reaching out to claim her.

  Epilogue

  Sleeping with Misha in his arms was more than a dream come true. It was the way things should be. It was the way things would be from now on. Five times through the night he had reinforced his intentions physically as well as verbally. It was with a great deal of satisfaction that Theo studied the engagement ring he’d purchased four years ago on Misha’s finger as her hand lay against his chest.

  No way she could take it back or pretend it was simply a heat of the moment kind of thing. He had her declaration of undying love on tape. That was a good as a contract. He couldn't wait for what Valentine’s night was going to bring. They had a hell of a lot of time to make up for. And Theo was going to make damn sure they made up for all ten years, and then some.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Epilogue

  Chapter One. 5

  Chapter Two. 6

  Chapter Three. 7

  Chapter Four. 8

  Epilogue. 9