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  My hands sit in my lap anxiously. They want to touch him, too, and with my brazen new ways I think, yes, if it's okay he's doing it, why not join the party? My hand reaches his knee and I begin to lightly rub small circles on the cap. His jeans are soft and worn and I like the way they feel against my skin. Daniel changes his caress by moving to the back of my neck massaging the base of my scalp, stroking my hair with slow methodical strokes. My head, unintentionally rolls to one side and I hear Daniel let out a subtle moan. My fingers trail up from his knee to his inner thigh. The tips of them creep upward to his center and then down again.

  Oh, shit I did not just try and stroke his balls? What has this man done to me?

  My hand comes down to go back into my lap but he grabs my wrist and holds it. I turn to face him. The moonlight makes his eyes dance and he looks at me with such need. He whispers, "No, please, don't...don't stop."

  What the hell do I do? Okay big-balls Hannum, make your move.

  I begin the process again, my fingers dancing their way up his thigh to the hardness that rests between his legs and I stroke it on the outside.

  Holy Christ.

  He’s huge. I mean, from what I feel anyway. He leans his head back to rest on the seat and moans.

  "Oh God, Harlow, let me touch you. Mmm...that feels...oh, Jesus. Please, I need to touch you."

  I nod as our eyes lock gazes and I lick my lips. I want him to rub me like I’m rubbing him so he does. Cupping me between my legs, I can feel his fingertips on my clit through my leggings. The thin material means nothing because I feel everything. He increases the pressure and we breathe heavily, my chest and his chest rising and falling each time we breathe. My head is the one that falls back now and he goes faster and faster and my hips rise with each stroke. Faster and faster until I’m almost ready to explode. I suddenly feel his lips on mine. Slipping his tongue inside my mouth. Our teeth clank and he bites my lower lip and that’s enough to send me hurtling into space.

  I pull away and take my hands off his swollen crotch and bring them to his face.

  Still panting, I say with what breath I have left in my body, "Let's get out of here." His eyes go wide. "But this is your favorite movie?”

  I smile at him and trace his lips with the tip of my finger which I can clearly see drives him crazy.

  "I’ve seen it a thousand times, but there's something I want you to see."

  ***

  Mario Andretti has nothing on Daniel Mathewson. His driving skills when he's in a hurry are superior to Mario's. I’m sure of it.

  As soon as we pull into my driveway, he comes to my side and helps me out of the car. We walk to the door with urgency. Behind me, Daniel gently touches my shoulders, rubbing them, and then his hands travel to the cheeks of my ass. I turn around and swing his body so he's the one against the door now. I attack his mouth once again. He's not fighting me, only rubbing his cock through his jeans onto my center.

  It feels so fucking good to be bad. We are on my front porch dry humping like teenagers and it's the best feeling in the world.

  As I continue to kiss him, I somehow manage to get my key in the door and with him leaning against it, it swings open, barreling us both inside. The door hits the wall and our lips are still locked.

  Between kissing, he mumbles, "Bedroom?" I nod and he lifts me up. I swing my legs around his waist as he kicks back to shut the door with his foot. It hurts a little, but my legs have to stretch to keep up with the workout they’re going to get tonight.

  The kissing and rubbing and tugging of hair become more urgent as we make our way to my room and tumble onto my bed. He peels off my sweater leaving me with just my tank top on and I hope and pray he takes the straps down and sees what kind of gift I have for him underneath. The thought enters my brain as to if he even is a sexy bra and panties type of guy. But who wouldn't be? That's why they make them. To turn guys on to the point where they won't last long on our bodies because they just want to rip it off.

  His touches are so soft yet intense and the feel of his body over mine makes me want to touch more of his skin. What does it feel like? Is it soft like butter or is it hard and rigid? Questions I want answered. Now. I make my way to the buttons of his shirt and when I reach the last one I feel like I just ran a race and I’m almost to the finish line. He sits up on his knees and looks down at me and slowly lets the fabric fall from his body.

  My God, the man has the body of an Olympic swimmer. Long, lean, and rippling. I reach out and touch each one of the muscles of his abdomen. He shakes a bit as I move my fingers. He locks eyes with me then he stills my hand.

  "Good Lord, Harlow, the way you look right now...I just...my God, you are so beautiful."

  I smile at him. "Thank you. I say the same about you." I try and sit up to take his mouth to mine but he pulls away. Not a good sign. "Daniel, what's the matter?" I rest my hand on his abdomen and he is shivering.

  "Please tell me what's wrong."

  He runs his hand through his hair and lets out a sigh.

  "Harlow, I’m sorry, I’m...well, I’m nervous. I haven't been with anyone in a very long time, I mean a really long time." He sits there resting on his heels and I sit up trying to mimic the same position. The pain in my legs is okay, just a bit stiff, but I can do it. I reach down and pull my tank over my head exposing my new bra. I ask, "Does this make you any less nervous?"

  He stares, his eyes locked on my lace-and-satin-covered breasts.

  "A little," he mumbles quietly. Taking my legs from underneath me, I stand, and pull down my leggings carefully. I’m still a bit stiff but I make my way back onto my knees and position my body so he has a good look at the rest of what I have on.

  "How about now?" I question.

  "I’m getting there," he whispers and I see him swallow hard, his eyes looking at me with desire, intensity, and I know he wants more.

  I take his hand and place it on my breast and make him circle it, knead it, and feel what’s underneath. My nipple goes erect and he growls. I mean he makes a sound from deep back in his throat.

  "And now?" I look at him and say breathlessly.

  He inches closer to me on his knees. Both hands are on my breasts and he looks at me, then down to my underwear then back at me.

  "Do you always wear undergarments like this or did I just hit the fucking jackpot."

  I laugh and throw my head back, and when I straighten up he grabs the back of my neck and kisses me. Long and hard and lustfully. He quickly makes his way to the straps of my bra and they fall past my shoulders. He reaches behind and unhooks it and suddenly I’m bare for Daniel Mathewson to see. He licks those plump lips of his and shakes his head.

  "If I would have known what was underneath, I would have taken that off a long time ago."

  I grab the waist of his jeans and my fingers go to work fast on his button and fly. They fall from his hips down his thighs and I can see his thick, hard cock strain against the fabric of his boxers. I look down then back at him. He shrugs.

  "I’m a simple man really, no satin or silk, just Fruit of the Loom."

  Sarcastically I say, "They are really hot. I love plaid and that peek-a-boo front, it's enough to drive a woman mad with lust."

  Daniel's eyes read the game I’m playing.

  "Oh, really?" He reaches for my sides and begins to tickle me and I laugh. We roll around on the bed like children and it's liberating and comfortable and so freaking hot that if he doesn't take these expensive underwear off me soon, I’m going to scream.

  After the playfulness ends and he's back on top of me, he hooks his fingers inside the panties and pulls down. His fingers begin their exploration and when he feels my wetness he groans and enters his fingers inside me.

  "Oh, God." I’m not sure if it's loud or not, but I can hear myself.

  "Jesus, Harlow. You really are ready for me, aren't you? So fucking wet."

  He pulls down his underwear and goes to his jeans for a condom. I watch as he slowly and clumsily rolls it
on. His hands are still not steady but he performs the task and I appreciate the slow, methodical show.

  I lay there naked and wanting him so much I rub my thighs together and he sees my desperation. He parts my knees with his hands and settles between me. He teases my clit with the head and I can feel my heart pang against my chest.

  I take his face in my hands as he waits there and contemplates fucking me. I know it. I can see it on his face.

  "Daniel, it's okay. I want you. I want this. Do you?"

  He bites his bottom lip and releases it.

  He lowers himself and slides in with the greatest of ease and when he enters, I feel like I’m floating above my body.

  "God, Harlow, I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you, the moment you spoke to me, and I swear on anything and everything that I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you right now.”

  Daniel’s proclamation scares me and excites me because I know I have at one point in my life felt this way. And yes, I do want Daniel, I do. But I know I felt that way when I found my feelings for Cruz.

  He lowers his head and our lips meet. Our tongues dance and he fucks me. Fucks me hard, and then slows it down, changing his pace so he's making love to me. My nails skim down his flesh as he crushes me with his weight and continues to push into me. We moan and swear and sweat and it's heaven. I can feel that I’m about to come every time he slows down, and I know it's because he's afraid he won't last long, so I urge him on.

  "Daniel, fuck me. Faster. Fuck me harder. Please." I need him to. I need to feel this. I want this. Hard and fast.

  He buries his face in my neck and hair and pumps in and out. Having Daniel inside me feels like bliss and I take solace in the way my body sparks from the immense pleasure I feel, and I’m close. So, so close as he pounds into my body harder. My muscles clench and I feel myself spasm. I come hard all around him and within a matter of seconds he's right behind me.

  When he comes, good Lord, it's like he's a caged animal letting loose, and I have to say, it's a turn on. A. Huge. Turn. On. The way he yells out then murmurs my name over and over. It's a shame he stopped saying it because if he continued I would have come again just by the sweet way he said my name.

  He rolls off me and onto his back. One hand strokes my face and I savor the feeling. Euphoria is the word to describe this. Sexual euphoria of the best kind. He takes his arm and it makes its way under me and pulls me to him. My body is curled up against his side and I place my knee onto his thigh and snuggle in. My arm is draped across his chest and I can feel the beat of his heart. We've been done for at least five minutes now and it's still erratic.

  "Are you okay?" I ask him.

  "I’m fine. I’m...I’m more than fine." He turns to me so our noses are tip to tip and he kisses my lips tenderly. He closes his eyes and strokes my cheek.

  "Daniel, did you really mean what you said?"

  "About?"

  "About wanting me the first time you saw me. Was that true or a line?"

  Daniels leans up on his elbow and cups my cheek in his hand.

  "As soon as I heard that sweet and sexy-as-bloody-hell American accent, well, let's just say I’m a sucker for accents."

  I feel like I’m blushing knowing that I feel the same way and he made me melt from the very first words he spoke to me. But it's more than that. It's more than an accent, it's more than his looks, or the fact he's a teacher, or a dad. Well, all those things if I’m being honest with myself are a lot of the reason I like him so much. My attraction to him is undeniable and I’m pretty sure by the way he just well...if I can be so blunt, fucked the shit out of me, he feels the same way.

  We kiss again and I grind myself against his leg, feeling my wetness sneak in again just from his kisses. He pulls away and looks at me.

  "You know you are very hard to resist, Miss Hannum."

  "Right back at ya.” I smile into his lips and the words enter my brain and come out my mouth faster than I can think. “Would you spend the night with me?"

  He smiles and nods and kisses me again. "I'd really like that."

  "Good," I say. "Daniel, thank you for tonight. That was the best date I’ve ever been on."

  I rest my head on his chest and listen to him breathe. I touch his buttery-soft skin and enjoy simply feeling him by my side.

  "Miss Hannum, I think you're the whole package. And to be honest, those sexy knickers, well, they were the absolute bonus.” He reaches down and pulls off his condom and disposes it in the trashcan beside my bed.

  I kiss his chest and pull the blanket up over us and then move my body as close as it can get. Daniel Mathewson thinks I’m the total package. We had mind-blowing sex and my new sexy underwear was the icing on the cake.

  Damn.

  Mental note: Kiss Willow Taylor's ass tomorrow till my lips hurt.

  CHAPTER 14

  The Man In The Mask

  Harlow~

  I feel him behind me. So strong, yet so tender. My back against his strong chest. I can feel him inhale and exhale. Slight snores and air coming from his mouth caress the back of my neck. I wiggle and he stirs from behind. The arm that’s draped around me suddenly pulls me in a little tighter and that's when I feel his lips on my skin between my back and the base of my neck. The kisses change their course, going from one shoulder across my upper back to the opposite shoulder. My skin suddenly breaks into gooseflesh and a sense of revival comes to my body. I roll my neck forward, relaxing in his touch. His palms circle my bare breasts, stroking my hard nipples with his fingertips and making me ripple with delight. I know what he wants and I want it just as much. That's all I want. I just want him inside me, in my body, and in my heart. I open my eyes and see the sun shining on the water. Why am I outside? Where am I? I close them again and feel the sudden warmth of the sun and hardness of the one behind me. Nudging my legs apart and sliding a finger between my folds, he gets me ready for something more. Opening me up and making me stir, his fingers work like magic, deepening my arousal. Emotionally and physically. His touch is alluring and I don't want him to stop. He pulls his fingers away and I feel the loss immediately. God, why did he stop?

  When I think about being without him, it hurts. To be without him would hurt. My soul can't live without him. My body craves him. I know I belong to him. He slides into me and rocks hard. Bliss. In this moment of ecstasy, my head spirals in delight, my heart beats faster. The ground beneath me is hard and it burns every time he pushes in and out of me. It feels like a rug burn. I can feel it but I’m not on a rug. I open my eyes and place my hand on the surface next to me.

  Wood

  I don't care that I’m in pain because the pleasure exceeds it. He fills me and I feel so satisfied, so in love. Can one’s heart love so much and feel so full of adoration for another?

  I whisper, "I love you."

  I feel the vibration of his laugh and he answers, "I love you too, Turnip."

  I jump and I’m covered in sweat. My legs are tangled in my sheets.

  Jesus!

  What was that? I look around and realize that I’m in my room. I’m naked and a little out of sorts. Then I look to my left and see who is next to me and it's not the man I just dreamt about.

  Daniel lays there, his face covered by his arm and his chest exposed. The light sheet only covers him from the waist down. He looks...perfect. That's the only word I can describe it, so why did I dream of Cruz? Why did I dream about Cruz making love to me?

  If I have a man in my bed who makes me feel so much so soon, then why am I dreaming of another man? My head spins like I’m drunk and I bring my knees up to my chest and hug them. I rest my forehead on my knees and shut my eyes so tight trying to rid myself of my dream. How is this fair? I know it had to be a memory of something Cruz and I shared. It had to be pivotal enough for it to affect me in my dreams. I don't think I have it in me to even approach Cruz about this. What am I supposed to say, "Oh Cruz, hey guess what? I had a sex dream about us and I told you I loved you and you told
me the same?"

  That's not going to happen. It could have been just the aftereffects of what went down Friday night. That's the theory I’m going to go with for now even if it makes me feel uneasy. The dream felt so real, so true. I felt so much emotion during it. I don't remember most of my dreams, but that was so real and scares me so much.

  I feel Daniel stir next to me but I don't look up until I feel his hand on my back and his kisses on my shoulder.

  With his deep and gruff voice, he says, "Good morning, beautiful girl."

  I smile against my knees and peek one eye up.

  Wow.

  He looks amazing. So handsome with his facial scruff and exposed chest and his sleepy eyes.

  "Good morning, yourself," I mutter and wink at him. He pulls me down to rest atop of his beautifully naked body. I have to try and pretend I’m not as affected by the dream as I really am. This may be close to impossible, but I need cling to the now.

  He looks at me and pushes my dangling hair from my eyes and holds my face in his hands. He kisses me softly but with much power behind it. I don't even care about morning breath or the fact that I was just covered in sweat. All he has to do is kiss me and I’m ready to go. The way he looks in the light of the day in my bed makes me desire to take a mental picture. He's something of spectacular reality, bringing me away from the memory of my dream. I love to feel his skin on mine as we continue to make out hot and heavy. He flips me over, our lips still locked and our tongues dancing.

  I pull my lips away from his and tell him, "I want you, Daniel."

  He bites his lip and trails his finger down the valley of my breasts, down my abdomen, to my clit, and slips a finger inside me. He moans.

  "Oh, I can tell." He takes my hand and puts it on his cock and I feel the silky smooth hardness of him.