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"Don't walk away from me, Claire." Randy watched as Claire moved through the door connecting their rooms. He followed her through the doorway into her room. Claire opened her suitcase and started piling the last of her belongings into it. She was sick and tired of this bullshit. She was going back to the home office and telling Stephanie to shove it. She wanted out of this circus. Randy reached around Claire to grab the clothes out of her hand.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

Claire whirled to face him. "I'm getting out of here. Now."

Randy felt as if he'd been punched. Like hell she was leaving. They still had too much between them. Nothing was settled. "No, you're not."

"You're not going to stop me."

"You're not leaving." Randy said again. She'd have to go through him to leave.

"Get out of my way." Claire pushed Randy and made a grab for her clothes again. Randy took the clothes from her and threw them on the floor. Claire gaped at Randy in shock.

"You're not leaving."

"I can't do this anymore. I'm going back to Stamford and telling Stephanie I quit." Claire moved past Randy to grab her belongings out of the bathroom. Randy's arm wrapped around her waist as she moved past him. He jerked her against his side.

"Let me go." Claire hissed, sinking her nails into his forearm. She hoped like hell she was drawing blood. Claire tried to raise her foot enough to kick him. Randy wrapped his leg around hers, pulling her tighter against the curve of his body.

"Listen to me." Claire's struggles began in earnest. She shoved against his chest, hating him even more when the solid wall of muscle didn't budge. Randy pulled her closer against him, trying to still her struggles.

"Let me go. I swear, if you don't let me go . . . "

Randy shook her gently, trying to make her stop fighting him. When her struggles continued, he tightened the arm around her waist. He kept the pressure steady until Claire gasped. Randy leaned down to her, "If you listen to me, I'll let you go."

"Fuck you." Claire's words were close to a growl. Randy took a deep breath as a flame of desire licked his spine. This was exactly what he had been waiting for. Claire was finally letting herself feel passion. Claire saw the dark look in Randy's eyes. A sort of panic filled her. She had to get away from him. Her struggles increased, almost desperate to put space between them. Randy growled low in the back of his throat as Claire's foot connected with his knee. So she wanted to play rough? Hell yeah, he could play rough. Randy caught Claire's hand and pushed it behind her back, roughly pulling her flush against his chest. He grabbed her other hand and twisted it behind her back, capturing both of her hands in one of his much larger ones. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, one of this thighs wedged between hers.

"Stop it, Claire. Don't fight me." Randy's head lowered to hers.

His lips barely brushed against her cheek before moving to her lips. He groaned softly at the feel of her lips beneath his. They were soft and warm. Randy continued the assault on her lips until they parted. Before Claire could speak, his tongue darted inside to mate with hers. Randy's heart stopped in his chest. Claire was sweeter than he remembered. The more he tasted her, the more he wanted. Claire whimpered as Randy's tongue invaded her. This is what she had been fighting all along. This desire between them was going to be her undoing. She didn't choose to want him, it had just happened. Now, as he kissed her, she knew she was in deep trouble. Randy's body was so attuned to the softness against him that he knew the instant Claire's panic turned to desire. He could feel it in the way she slowly started to relax against him. He knew by the way she had stopped trying to free her wrists. She was finally owning what she felt. Randy reluctantly broke the kiss. He pulled away slightly, just enough to look into her eyes. He could see desire in their depths, a mirror of his own. He knew if he handled this the right way, Claire would come to him willingly. He would use this chance to prove to her once and for all that he loved her with a consuming passion. Without her, he was nothing.

Claire's breath came in shallow pants as she looked at Randy. He knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Claire swallowed hard, waiting to see what Randy would do. Randy slowly released the hold on her hands. As he did, his hands drifted lower, over the curve of her ass. He kept his touch firm, letting her know he was still in control. Randy traced the line of her curves, kneading the soft flesh. Claire gasped lightly at the feel of Randy's hand moving over her so possessively. She wanted to fight him, wanted to resist him. But part of her wanted his touch even more. Claire moaned softly and arched into his touch. Unsure of what to do, Claire's hands move to stroke the hard planes of his chest.

Randy purred deeply, "Touch me."

Claire shivered at the low tone Randy's voice had taken. His voice was a low rumble, soft and seductive. If he kept this up, he could talk to her for the rest of his life. Claire's hands moved from his chest to his shoulders. She traced the line of his shoulder, down his arms. Claire watched the path her hands took, moving slowly over the network of tattoos on his forearms. Once again she was amazed by how erotic that ink was. Randy wore it well. He moaned in encouragement, wanting Claire to touch him everywhere. Randy felt her relax against him as her touch moved lower. She traced the line of his hip before sliding her hands around to cup his ass, mimicking his own movements. He squeezed, she squeezed. He trailed a hand up her side, Claire moved to stroke his abs. Randy couldn't help but admire how quickly Claire followed his lead. She was finally placing all her trust in him. He wasn't going to let her down.

Randy's moans turned to growls when Claire started to unbutton his shirt. Her sharp intake of breath made him smile. She obviously approved. For a moment, Randy was relieved that he was in such fine shape. It didn't matter that he spent more than half of his time running around in little more than a pair of underwear. It didn't matter than hundreds of thousands of women had seen him nearly nude. All that mattered was this moment and what Claire thought of him. He loved the flare of heat in her eyes as she fully opened his shirt. He couldn't remember the last time a woman had looked at him with such honesty. It made him want her even more.

"I want you." Randy whispered against her lips. He didn't want there to be any confusion about where this was going.

"Do you want me?" Randy asked as his hand moved over her hip again.

Claire nodded once, unable to find her voice or take her eyes from Randy's golden skin.

"Say it, baby." Oh, God. The sound of Randy's voice as he drawled the word baby made her so damned hot. If he could get that kind of reaction with just a single word, she'd hate to see what he was truly capable of.

"Say it." Randy prompted again, his hand returning to grip her ass. Randy kissed down the column of her throat as he pushed his erection against her.

"I want you." Claire forced the words out in a whisper.

"Louder." Randy rocked her against him, working her heat against his thigh. Claire's eyes closed for a second as a spasm of desire shot thru her.

"I want you." Claire forced thru clenched teeth.

Randy nodded once and released Claire. He knew he was pushing her, but he wanted to make sure they were in agreement. He didn't want there to be any doubt between them.

Randy finished taking off his shirt and let it drop to the floor. He reached for Claire again, wanting her as close as possible. He hooked his fingers in her belt loop and pulled her against him. Randy reached for the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it over her head. He leaned back, taking in the sight of her creamy skin. She was so damned close to perfect that it took his breath away. Randy's hand moved up her side, his fingers running under the edge of bra. He didn't slow his pace. He was afraid to. If he gave Claire time to change her mind, it would all be over. He didn't know if he was strong enough to survive that. Claire's breath caught as Randy lightly cupped her breast. She looked down in amazement at the tanned skin so dark against hers. Randy's fingers gently massaged her flesh, bringing her nipple to aching stiffness. She whimpered softly, wanting more of his touch. Randy slowly pushed the lacy strap of her bra down from her shoulder. He watched in fascination as more of her skin was revealed. He took a deep breath as he freed her from the lace. He knew Claire's breasts were a little large for her frame but he had no clue they were so perfectly shaped. Her breasts were round globes, the nipples a dark pink. Instantly, he ached to taste them. Randy leaned down and began kissing her breasts. Their moans mingled as Randy licked the hardened nub. He glanced up at Claire for a moment before fully pulling her nipple in the wet heat of his mouth. Her knees buckled at the tugging pressure of his lips. She didn't now how she was going to survive the onslaught if this was only the beginning.

Randy continued sucking and nipping at her while his hands worked at the clasp of her bra. He wanted her naked. He wanted them both naked. Claire instinctively tried to cover her exposed flesh. It was one thing to be partially covered, it was another to be standing there completely exposed. Randy looked at Claire in surprise. What was with the sudden shyness? Maybe he wasn't doing this right if Claire could find it in her to be shy. Randy took a step backward, then another until his knees connected with the bed. Slowly pulling Claire with him, Randy sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up the length of Claire's body as she stepped into the cradle created by his thighs. He couldn't get enough of looking at her. He couldn't wait to see the rest of her. Randy's hands moved to the button of her jeans. He gave Claire just enough time to nod her agreement before slowly freeing the button and working the zipper down. Randy groaned softly as he peeled back the halves of her jeans to reveal the tiny see-through lace panties she wore. For a moment Randy wondered if these were among the ones she had purchased that day at the mall. Actually seeing her in them had been well worth the wait.

Claire bit her lip nervously as Randy's hands pushed the material away from her skin. He trailed his hands down the length of her legs until the material pooled at her feet. Randy looked up at Claire again to judge her reaction as he nuzzled her breasts before slowly sucking a nipple into his mouth. Her moan of excitement was all the encouragement he needed. Randy felt his erection swell even more as he drank in the sight of Claire. She was so perfectly formed, from her head to her toes. He couldn't wait to have her. Randy drew his fingers up the inside of her legs, dancing over the seam of her thighs. Randy stroked with gentle pressure until Claire slightly parted her thighs. He wanted to howl in triumph as his fingers finally came into contact with her most intimate flesh. She's so hot Randy thought as he slowly stroked a finger along her wet flesh. She definitely wanted him as much as he wanted her. Randy continued stroking her as he reached for the button of his pants. He was going to explode if he didn't make some room. His cock was so hard it hurt.

Claire's bones melted as Randy's fingers stroked against her spot. She whimpered softly and reached for him. She clutched his shoulders as the stroking increased. For a moment Claire felt fear. This was too much already and all he was doing was stroking her. She didn't know if she would survive what was in store. Randy watched as Claire's eyes closed. She was so in the moment, right there with him. It was the most perfect moment he had ever had with a woman. Taste her. Randy heard the little voice in the back of his mind, urging him on. Randy slowly pulled his fingers away from her. He looked down at his fingers, loving the sight of her honey coating his skin. Claire watched in a combination of horror and amazement as Randy lifted his fingers to his mouth and slowly licked them.

Randy's hand gripped his cock as he licked Claire's essence from his fingers. He had never tasted anything so sweet. He had never tasted anything so wonderful. Instantly, he wanted more. Randy couldn't wait any longer. He lifted his hips, shoving the material of his jeans away from his straining flesh. He pulled Claire down to the bed with him, rolling until she was pinned beneath him. Randy had never been more ready in his life. He'd never wanted a woman more than he wanted Claire. Claire whimpered softly, wanting to feel more of him against her. She pulled at his shoulders, trying to bring him closer. His fingers found her again. He stroked her hard nub for a second before moving to slide a finger inside. Claire cried out in pleasure as Randy's finger stroked her depths. He felt amazing, the pulling sensation made her squirm. Randy continued his exploration with his fingers as he propped himself up on his elbow. He didn't want to crush her under his weight. Randy moaned as he felt the tiny contractions of her passage. She was getting close already. Randy forced himself to withdraw his fingers. Claire glanced between their bodies as Randy withdrew. She gasped in surprise as Randy took his cock in hand, slowly spreading her creaminess over the blunt tip. The feel of Claire's juices coating his heated flesh made Randy want to explode. The silkiness was more than he could take. Randy groaned softly as he pressed the tip against her entrance. He pushed gently, feeling the resistance of her soft flesh. Randy moaned in triumph as he slid into the heart of her. She was so fucking tight, so hot. Randy was in heaven. Her heat wrapped around him like a glove, her tightness milking him. Randy pulled out slowly and thrust again. Randy froze as he broke thru the thin resistance of Claire's virginity. Oh no, no, no, no, no! It's not possible! Claire's cry of pain confirmed his fears. Claire is a virgin. Oh, God! He'd never consider the possibility. His fearless Claire, the one that stood up to him, was an innocent.

Randy's movements stilled as he gazed down at Claire. Her eyes were squeezed tight, a tear slid down her cheek. Fuck, what have I done? Randy felt a moment of panic. If he had known, he would have made it better for her. Randy cursed himself, calling himself ten kinds of fool. Randy bit back a moan as he slowly started to withdraw from her whimpered in protest. She opened her eyes, seeing Randy's worried face hovering above her. She didn't want this to end. She still wanted him. Claire wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him close. "No, please! Don't stop."

Randy looked deeply into her eyes, hating himself for causing her so much pain. Randy started to apologize but Claire shook her head, "I want you."

It took all of Randy's willpower to maintain control. Instinct made him want to pound into her, claim her as his own. His sense of pride wouldn't let him. He didn't want Claire to hurt any more than she was. He wanted to make this good for her. Slowly, Randy pushed back into her heat. He felt it again, the resistance of untried flesh. He'd never felt anything so wonderful. He moved carefully, his eyes locked on her face, gauging her reaction. The tension drained from her, leaving a glow of pleasure behind. Randy's hand slid under her hips, tilting them for a deeper angle. His hand drifted down her thigh and squeezed gently. He gripped her thigh, using it to wrap her leg around his hip.

He moved carefully even as his pace increased. He could feel her softness contracting around him even as she grew hotter. She was getting closer to the edge. He could feel it in the way her body was growing more tense. Randy thrust harder, eliciting a keening cry from Claire. He fought the urge to pound into her. Instead, his fingers found her core again and began to stroke. Claire's body gripped him tightly as the stroking increased to a slightly frantic pace.

"Now, baby, now. " Randy whispered against her lips before kissing her. He thrust his tongue against hers, mirroring the motion of their bodies.

Randy had to bite his lip to keep from shouting as Claire's release washed over him. She tightened so much, he could barely move. He tried to keep pace as Claire began to thrash beneath him, milking him. Randy had to fight his own orgasm. He felt the first fingers of stinging pleasure lick his balls as his spine melted. Randy fought the urge to cum until Claire's thrashing had lessened. He pulled her leg tighter against him and picked up his pace. He could feel her tightening again. So quickly? Randy's breath turned from gasps to pants as he worked himself deeper into her. With a few deep thrusts, he followed her, their moans joining into a sweet symphony of pleasure. Randy felt his cock twitch in pleasure as he emptied into Claire's honeyed depths. He tried to fight it, he was scared he would flood her. But Claire wouldn't let him. She arched against him, taking him even deeper. Randy howled in a mix of pleasure and pain as he emptied completely. Randy's movements stilled, their breathing frantic. He propped himself up on both elbows, taking most of his weight from her. She had borne the weight of him without complaint. Randy pressed his cheek against hers, willing his heart to slow. Claire turned her head, pressing her lips to his. Randy opened his mouth to speak.

Claire pressed a finger to his lips and shook her head, "Own it."

Randy smiled and kissed her finger. If Claire didn't regret this, then neither would he. He knew he'd never have another chance to be with her like this. A man only got one chance at taking a woman's virginity. He withdrew slowly, instantly missing her warmth. He pulled Claire against his side, his hand possessively curling over her felt a moment of guilt wash over her. She felt bad that Randy had been caught off guard. She didn't mean to catch him by surprise. But it wasn't like she'd had a helluva lot of chances to have that particular conversation with him. Claire sighed softly and rested her cheek against his chest. The thudding of his heart comforted her. She could stay like this forever. Claire smiled as Randy wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight.

"Thank you." His words caught her off-guard. Puzzled, Claire pulled away enough to look at him.

"For what?" Randy smiled at her, dimples forming his cheeks. Claire watched in fascination, Randy did have dimples.

"For being you." Randy pulled her close again and dropped a kiss on the top of her head.

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