CHAPTER TWO

He pumped so hard and with such a sexy ferociousness that Bella Caine thought she was going to explode. She'd never felt so full. But that was how it felt being with this hunk of a guy whose name she'd already forgotten.

Even with a condom it felt good. Which was a first for her. Most of the guys she did it with didn't feel good even in the raw. They were just a part of her job. Something she had to do to get where she was going. They made her feel dirty and immoral. Like she was the lowest of the low doing it with them.

But this Italian-Stallion of a dude was different. This dude knew what he was doing even sheathed up. This dude made her feel good even though she knew he didn't give a damn about her either.

She watched him grunt and groan as he did her. He was handsome, but he had that extra: that something special about him that turned her on to a mystifying degree. He was blunt, and he wasn't at all what she'd call a nice guy, but the charm of the man stunned her. Absolutely floored her. And his body was so big and muscular, and his manhood so incredible, that she wondered why they hadn't hooked up before then.

But she couldn't get over his body. It was so gorgeous that she wondered what gym he worked out in. She wanted to join that bitch! And the pounding he was putting on her didn't bother her the way it usually did with other guys.

But with him, she was enjoying the ride. And by the sounds he was making as he did her, as if he was enjoying it too, gave her a sense of joy that warmed her heart. She couldn't care less when all those other guys were excited to be with her. They were all filthy old men out for a quick bang as far as she was concerned. This guy was older than her, too, but he was nothing like them.

And to her shock, when he began cumming, she came too. It had never happened to her before, not ever! She faked orgasms all the time, but she never had one. Until now.

She was scratching his back, holding onto his big body with all she had, as she came too. And it was her time to grunt and groan.

For several more minutes he was still pumping and still cumming. His hang time impressed her. But what impressed her more was him. Because when he finally gave out, instead of telling her to beat it, he just laid there. He didn't hurry her out of his bed. He didn't toss money onto the dresser and tell her to lock the door behind her. Or, the way it usually happened, he didn't throw the money at her and told her to get lost. He didn't tell her to call for a cab outside. He did none of those things.

She hated it when guys treated her that way, but what did she expect? She was a stripper who did men on the side. That was why Jumbo told her to go with him. That was why the guy wanted her in the first place. To do her. To get his jollies off and dump her. But this dude didn't brush her aside.

That was why Bella knew her suspicion was right and there was indeed something different about him. And it excited her far more than she knew it should have. But she was totally convinced he was something special. It felt so wonderful to lay beside him that she did something she'd never done before: she laid her head on his broad shoulder.If he rejected her advancement, she was going to be devastated.

But instead of recoiling from her and kicking her out of his apartment, he placed his big arm around her. She was so taken by that simple gesture that she felt emotional. And when he fell asleep and started snoring as he held her, Bella couldn't stop smiling. She was so happy to be with him, to be treated as if she was more than just a pound of flesh for the first time in her life, that she couldn't sleep if her life depended on it.

For almost an hour they laid there together.

Until he woke up, realized he had fallen asleep, and then got out of bed.

She could tell he didn't like the fact that she was still there. He probably expected her to be gone already. She knew the drill. And had it been anybody else, she would have followed the drill and been gone. But he wasn't anybody else.

"What's your name again?" she found herself asking him when he got out of bed.

He turned and looked at her. "Mick."

He looked like a Mick, she thought. "Can I call you Micky?"

He didn't hesitate. "No."

For some reason, Bella wasn't offended. She smiled.

Mick liked her smile. She was a very beautiful woman. Inside and out, he felt. But he had enough women already. "Put on your clothes and I'll take you home," he said as he began heading for the bathroom.

But Bella was stunned. "You'll. . . what?"

Mick turned around and looked at her.

"Did you say you're going to take me home?" Bella asked him.

"That's what I said, yes."

"You aren't going to tell me catch a bus or call a cab or tell me to get home however way I can get there?"

Mick considered her. She was used to the dogs and thought he had rabies too. And normally he did. "I'm driving you home myself," he said. "Get dressed." Then he went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Bella was thrown. It was a wow moment for her. All her life she'd been so disrespected that it was all she was used to. But for him to be willing to drive her to her own home was incredible. It was sad that it was incredible, she knew that too. But it was incredible!

She got out of his bed that smelled just like his wonderful cologne, and gladly got dressed.