With a quick move he turned them and pressed her up against an elevator wall. His cock pressed against her stomach and she arched against it. His fingers inched up her sweater to caress her as his kiss went on and on. She gasped into his mouth as he flicked open her front clasp bra and cupped her left breast.

As he shoved up the sweater and took in her breasts, his big hand encompassed and held.

"Ambrosia. You're all the nectar I need."

Reverently his gaze caressed her breast, and under that hot attention her nipple hardened even more. She waited, anticipating his tongue and lips and fingers showing her the way to paradise. Instead he kissed her.

A few moments later he'd unzipped her jeans and yanked them and her panties down past her thighs.

Startled, she jerked in his embrace. The man had done it again, taking her off guard with his lightning movements whenever he saw fit to share them. His lips touched the side of her neck. He licked the erogenous zone between her shoulder and neck, his tongue a fiery spark against her equally hot skin. The sweet, insistent pressure of his hand under her breast made her nipples ache for attention. He brushed his thumb over her nipple. She gasped in startled pleasure. Capturing the aroused nipple between thumb and forefinger, he tugged.

As he tormented her breast, he slid his hand down her belly and through her pubic hair.

She felt vulnerable and raw. Exposed to the last degree.

Open to me.

She did as told, and he tested gently. He circled her wet, aching labia and the exquisite feeling made her tremble. Probing, he plied her wet folds with tender attention. Tightness coiled in her belly, a fervent hunger. She leaned her head back against the wall and sighed with ecstasy as he fingered her swollen clit. She moaned softly. As he circled and rubbed, her wetness made the friction oh so right. It felt so good she couldn't keep still, and she moved her hips.

His lips skirted her mouth, brushing across her flesh to her chin, then to her neck where his voice came dark and deep as his breathing deepened, control close to breaking.

"That's it, Clarissa. Now."

She clutched at his shoulders and held on for dear life. She whimpered with an irresistible desire to have him inside her when she climaxed. "Ronan."

One more brush over her sensitive clit and she fired into orgasm. Ecstatic fire invaded her loins as he pushed two fingers deep into her cunt. He rubbed and stroked inside her, working his fingers back and forth as she clenched around him, drawing the climax out for an eternity of pleasure.

As she came down from the hard orgasm, she shivered and buried her face against his chest. The scent of sex was all around them. She whimpered as he removed his fingers.

Feeling lightheaded and yet aroused, she wanted to give him everything he'd given her with such rapid success. While she'd never been bold in sexual relationships before, she wanted to satisfy Ronan. A flush spread over his cheekbones. He smiled, self-assured looking and pleased. She'd lost her composure so swiftly and she wanted to make him lose control.

She reached between them and touched his cock through his blue jeans. His eyes closed and his head tilted back as he sucked in a breath.

"Clarissa," he whispered.

Pleased at his reaction, she allowed her touch to glide over a large, very hard erection.

How would it feel inside her? Would he even fit? Shyness came out of nowhere and ambushed her. She jerked her hand back.

He grinned and opened his eyes. A feral grin touched his mouth. "Oh, I'll fit all right."

Before she could react to his statement, he reached between them and unfastened his pants. "Touch me."

Heat blazed across her face, but she wanted to explore him so much. She palmed his cock through his black briefs and then slipped inside to draw it out. She'd had two lovers before, but they'd been average men. Ronan's sizable erection was big and beautiful.

She'd always thought some erections looked intimidating and ugly, but Ronan's gorgeous cock made her want him inside with a fierce ache. Long, thick, and tightly engorged, his flesh felt smooth and hot under her touch. She drew her hand up from the base to tip, base to tip, base to tip. Her rhythm stayed slow and sure, using pre-cum to slick the surface.

With each stroke he moaned softly, the sound growing with each upward movement. And with each glide of skin over skin she felt her response heighten.

Then something devastating popped into her mind. She removed her touch.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his eyes glazed with passion and a yellow glow.

Feeling dazed and wanting, she said, "We don't have birth control, and I don't really know you-"

"It's all right." He kissed her forehead. "I can't have children and I can't have disease.

Trust me. I'll take care of you."

There was that word again. Trust.

But as she looked into those flame-filled eyes, the out-of-this-world unreality hit her again and she didn't care about anything but having him buried in her. The ache inside demanded immediate fulfillment.

He smiled.Yes. Now.

The emergency phone rang and Clarissa almost jumped out of her skin.

"Feck," he said through gritted teeth.

Breathless, she laughed. "I thought you could hold this elevator indefinitely."

"I can." He grabbed the phone and answered gruffly. "Hello?" Seconds later he said in a less rough voice. "No, we're fine. Yes."

He closed his eyes and tipped his head back. He took a deep breath and a long shiver ran through him. When he opened his eyes, the elevator creaked and started to ascend.

"It seems to be working now," he said into the phone. "Thank you."

He frowned and hung up.

Surprised, she asked, "Why did you start the elevator?"

"As much as I want you, I didn't think holding up the elevator any longer was fair."

This man was worried about fair? She never would have guessed when it came to full on, raging sexual hormones, that Ronan would yield to anyone or anything. She didn't know whether to feel angry at the interruption or relieved, but his expression guaranteed the animal inside him couldn't be appeased by anything but sex.

"I haven't shown you anything yet, Clarissa. If you think I'm an animal, just wait until we get into your room. Then you'll know the meaning of the word."

He frowned and proceeded to stuff his huge erection back into his pants. Within less than a blink of time he'd put himself back together, including his long coat. She realized with a jolt that her shoes and coat lay in the corner. Frantically she pulled her pants back up and refastened them, then grabbed her boots and put them on.

Therein, asShakespeare once espoused, lays the rub. She'd known him barely two days and she had almost performed full sex with him in the elevator. A forbidden shiver of excitement mixed with her shame. When she drove into this town the other day she never would have expected she'd be lusting after a man and ready to do the two-backed beast with him without hesitation. But here she was, contemplating making love and trying to decide whether she should change the game plan and run instead.

She'd just picked her coat up from the floor when the elevator doors opened and they stepped into an empty hall. Thankful they were alone she headed down the hall toward her room, Ronan in tow.

When she unlocked her door and stepped through, she felt a whoosh of wind. She turned on the light and almost cried out when she saw Ronan standing in front of her. He glanced past her and she heard the door behind her lock by itself.

A little irritated, she asked, "Are you doing these parlor tricks for a reason?"

"Yes. Because now you know some of the things I can do, I don't have to hide it from you."

She paused, aware of a dawning understanding. She decided to feel a little ashamed.

What must it be like to hide your abilities for fear of what others would say or do? When she glanced at him again, though, she couldn't think of how different he might be. Instead she felt his strong personality, his high intelligence, and the attraction she couldn't shake.

A jolt of sexual electricity rammed her, as if he'd touched a live wire to her body and kept the hum going in a steady stream. Trying to distract herself from the jumpy feeling, she put her hat, gloves, and coat on a modest chair by the desk.

Ronan's gaze surveyed the room and took in the small space with its cozy-looking queen bed. When his gaze slipped back to hers, he drew his coat off slowly and tossed it on hers. His erection pressed against his jeans with a vengeance. He wanted her without a doubt. Unfortunately, his fierceness both frightened and aroused her. He might be intrigued with the idea of sleeping with her, but could he be patient?

Renewed apprehension made her say, "I'm...I'm not sure this is a good idea."

He stalked toward her until she backed up against the door. He brushed his hand over her hair, twisting long strands around his fingers. "What are you terrified of Clarissa?"