Micah John drifts through life relying on his ability to count cards in the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas. One bad turn has him owing a hundred thousand to an unscrupulous loan shark, with only a week to come up with the cash. He doesn’t have time for much of anything, except working and worrying.
He sure the hell doesn’t have time for a woman claiming to be from 1794.
Henrietta Knapp is trying to wrap her brain around the fact that she’s out of her time. A bolt of lightning has brought her more than two hundred twenty years forward. Why? She doesn’t know. Not until Micah John appears.
As mistrust and fear drain away, Micah John and Etta find a love that outshines the bad and the ugly. But will they be given the chance to hold onto a happy ever after, or will the lightning strike again?
“Take me inside you,” he told her in a thick voice he barely registered belonged to him.
“W-what?”
“Ease me inside you. You control it.”
He saw comprehension flare in her eyes as she used her knees to push herself up. Fisting his cock, he held it up for her, watching. She bit her lip and slowly went down. It took all his strength not to surge up into her and how he managed to keep it together, he would never know. Her channel was so fucking tight. Tight, hot and wet. Little by little she eased down, until he felt the barrier and he knew this was the part where he had to take over. So he began to play with her clit, teasing it, tapping it, until she was once again moaning and her juices were running. And just when she seemed to fly apart from his ministrations, he surged upward, impaling her.
Her shocked cry halted him, even though gravity now took over and she came down upon his cock until he was seated all the way into her heat.
