“There’s my baby sister. I’ve been looking for you.” A heavy male arm wrapped around her shoulders, drawing her into a warm hug. The man it was attached to kissed the top of her head and asked, “What’s got your panties in a bunch? You never drink this much.” Danny, her charming but annoying older brother, whistled and plucked the fresh beer from her fingers. “Whoa, love. I think you’ve hit your limit. You’ve had, what, three beers? Seriously, you need to stop before you do something crazy.”
“Don’t be a buzzkill, Danny.” She thought he was joking, but it was difficult to tell. His words were casual, but his face was one big scowl. It didn’t matter anyway. She was old enough to have three beers in one sitting. She rolled her eyes and reached for her beer. “I’m drinking that beer.”
Joey, the bartender, chuckled in a mellow, sexy way and passed her the bottle with a conspiratorial wink. “There you go, Micki. You look like you’ve had a rough day. No harm in having one more beer. I’ll make sure you don’t do anything crazy . . . unless it’s with me, of course.”
That got her attention. She sat up straighter and wrapped her fingers around the bottle. Hmm . . . He was cute. Not especially tall, but put together nicely. Beautiful arms. Yum. Strong tanned throat peeking out from the collar of his shirt. Long, lean fingers. Make that double yum.
Buzzkill Danny cleared his throat and nixed her fantasies. “Fuck off, Joey. My sister isn’t your type. She’s a nice girl.”
She rolled her eyes to the ceiling and muttered, “Yeah, nice girls finish last,” and leaned her head on Danny’s shoulder. “He’s back, Danny. He’s back and I can’t stand it.”
Both Joey and Danny said, “Jake,” in unison, before exchanging meaningful glances. Danny wrapped his arms around her. “Do you want me to kill him?” he asked, in an intentionally obnoxious mobster accent.
Smiling in spite of herself, she burrowed her face against his shoulder and let him hug her. When she looked up again, Joey was studying her from beneath his ridiculously curly lashes, and then slapped a coaster on the bar and exclaimed, “You need to get laid! I’m more than happy to volunteer, but it doesn’t have to be me. Go find a not so nice guy who’ll give you a thrill but not stick around. Take control and do something wild!”
Danny did not back up Joey’s ideas. He protested loudly, “Are you friggin’ nuts? You’re telling my baby sister to go pick up some asshole and fuck?” He threw his arms out in brotherly outrage. “What kind of advice is that? She’s not one of the guys, for fuck’s sake. She’s a woman!”
“Hey! Women like sex, too.” She took a long swallow of her beer and proclaimed her independence right then and there. She didn’t have to be depressed about Jake—the fucker. He’d moved on with his life, hadn’t he? He wasn’t worth her attention. He wasn’t worth the time she was spending thinking about him . . . about their past . . . and about his fucking future with his stupid bitch pregnant bitch wife! No! He wasn’t worth it. She did need to move on. She needed to take control and get some satisfaction for a change. When was the last time she had sex with something besides her vibrator?
Shit. She couldn’t remember. “That’s pathetic,” she said out loud.
Danny threw Joey one last dirty look. “What’s pathetic?”
“I can’t remember the last time I had sex,” she admitted, giggling. “Come to think of it, I’m not sure I’ve had sex since Jake and I split up.”
Joey grinned and held out a hand. “No time like the present, love. Let’s go!”
She blew him a kiss and got unsteadily to her feet. She had a better idea.
Ten minutes later, she made her way back from the bathroom and sent out a text message. She sipped on a glass of water and tapped her boot against the rung of the barstool while Danny and Joey quizzed her on what she was up to. Enjoying the unfamiliar rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, she was revved up and ready to go a little wild. She could barely sit still waiting for his reply. Her phone buzzed with a text. She typed in the address.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Danny asked. “I don’t want to find your body in the East River in the morning. Seriously. Who are you meeting? I want his name.”
She was still arguing with him a few minutes later when Joey suddenly whistled under his breath. “Damn, girl. You’re not messing around, are you?”
She watched him approach in the bar’s giant mirror. It was all she could do to keep from laughing with a tinge of hysteria. What was she doing? This wasn’t her, but holy hell, she needed to be someone else tonight, and she had no doubt he could turn her inside out. Wearing grey jeans and a deep teal Henley topped off with a simple black leather jacket, he looked good; more than good. He looked delicious. Dangerous. Tall and rock solid, he moved with a power and grace that sent her blood pulsing. His eyes found hers and clung like she was the only person in the room. When his mouth tilted into a smile, the flash of white in his evening beard tightened her nipples. Damn.
She’d blame it on the alcohol in the morning, but right now she was falling into that smile, those eyes, and that body like an oversexed teenager. Her brain flat out quit working when he opened his mouth and asked, “Do you need a ride?”
Oh, god, yes! In the worst way! A tiny bit of doubt flashed through her. She could still change her mind. She could tell him to have a beer with her. She could make up another excuse for texting him. She could, but she wouldn’t. Her body was fairly humming with desire. Going home to her empty bed wasn’t an option tonight.
Danny cleared his throat. And then cleared it again before grabbing her arm and hissing, “Introduce me. Now.”
Her fantasy screeched to a halt. Fine. She’d be responsible for a few seconds, but then she was going back to crazy. “Danny, this is Koivu. Koivu, my brother Danny.”
Koivu nodded politely, his eyes cooling under Joey and Danny’s combined scrutiny. He offered his hand, saying, “Nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you, man.”
Danny cracked a smile in spite of his protective big brother act. “I didn’t realize you two knew each other that well.”
She blushed and stood up. “Yes, well, we do. Gotta run.” She gave her brother a kiss, waved at Joey, and towed Koivu towards the exit before she regained her sanity.
His strong fingers pressed into her lower back as he steered her across the street to one of Expat’s black SUVs. He held the door for her without comment before getting in and starting the engine. “So, where to?”
She turned in her seat and devoured him with her eyes. From his pale blond hair curling at the nape of his neck, to his chiseled jaw and gorgeous mouth, right down to his muscled chest, he dripped sex appeal. He oozed it from his pores. He’d offered her a fling and she’d been insulted. He—
He angled his body halfway over the console and cupped her face between his hands. His mouth captured hers before she could think to pull away. His lips were warm; his mouth gentle on hers. The tip of his tongue traced the seam of her lips, teasing, tantalizing, encouraging her to open for him, as his calloused fingers stroked her jaw. Tilting her head back, she let him in. He took control with a low groan of approval, deepening the kiss, sweeping his tongue against hers. The engine purred beneath her and music throbbed around them. He threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer until everything faded but the feel of his mouth on hers. Each kiss was more urgent, each breath came harder, faster, until she could barely breathe as her body came to life with a roar.
Easing back, he drew a fingertip along the edge of her lip and nearly growled, “Still want that ride?”
“Do people in Hell want ice water? My place. Stat!”
“You got it, doc.”
She watched him break speed limits with her heart in her throat. His big hands were confident on the wheel as he whipped in and out of traffic. Five Finger Death Punch’s Far From Home surrounded them making conversation impossible, but she didn’t want to talk anyway. Too many words would break the tenuous connection betw
een them. Too keyed up to settle into her seat, she studied him with new eyes—the eyes of a lover. His profile was fascinating. On another man, his nose might’ve been sharp, but it was balanced against his strong jaw and fabulous cheekbones. She glanced downward at the muscle bunching in his thigh as he pressed the gas pedal. She closed her eyes and imagined those muscles naked and straining against her thighs as he buried his cock inside her. She let out a breath and fanned herself. Holy Jesus! What was she doing? She’d lost her damn mind.
She was so busy fantasizing and second-guessing herself that she didn’t notice him shut off the engine until he turned and took her hand. His eyes burned into hers—his desire obvious—but he didn’t kiss her again. Instead, he pressed her fingertips to his cheek and asked, “What are you thinking? I don’t know what you want right now.”
Crossroads. Decisions. She worried her lower lip and brushed her fingers over the sandpapery beard along his jaw. The short blond hairs gleamed like gold in the streetlight. He had a dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose. The cuteness was completely at odds with the raw sexuality that surrounded him. If she said thanks for the lift and goodnight, he’d leave. If she invited him in, he’d fuck her senseless. Whether the sex would be good or not was another question. She searched his face, wondering if he would be worth the trouble. His pale green irises fairly glowed with leashed hunger, but there was a twinkle of humor there too. His long, strong body was tense, poised, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t push. He simply watched and waited. That’s what decided it.
“I . . . I . . .” Her throat closed up. She laughed with embarrassment and tried again. “I want you to come inside.”
“Ok.” He angled closer so his face was only inches from hers. His warm breath feathered across her cheek. Her damn heart thundered in her ears. She shivered with anticipation when he asked, “And what then?” The heat in his voice sparked along her hormones and set them on fire. “Bedtime story?”
She moaned—yes, actually moaned—out loud. He chuckled deep in his chest and nuzzled her ear. His silky, hot tongue traced the lobe; his lips nibbling the tender skin. She melted into a puddle that probably stained the seats. “Oh! That feels amazing . . .”
“I can do this all night, baby, but I think you’re gonna want more than your ear licked.” Somehow his hand had worked its way between her legs and one of his fingers, or maybe his thumb, was rhythmically stroking her clit. She caught herself lifting her hips to help.
Capturing his roaming hand, she brought it to her mouth with her eyes on his face. Something told her to savor this moment. There was no rush, but she could feel a slow burn throbbing between her legs that had nothing to do with abstinence or alcohol. It was him. Koivu. His seductive smile faded as he waited to see what she’d do. She pressed a chaste kiss on the tip of his index finger and then wrapped her tongue around it and sucked it all the way inside. His sharp inhale was all the encouragement she needed. She pulled it out and licked her lips. His taste lingered on her tongue and all she could think of was how delicious the rest of him would taste. She was at the point of no return. “I want to do something crazy with you.” She leaned closer, whispering against his lower lip, brushing her tongue into his mouth, “I want to be wild.”
He went so still he looked frozen. He blinked once, twice, and then smiled slowly, sexy and mysterious. “By the time we’re done, you’ll be feral.”
Her pulse was already tripping, but his words shot it off the charts. For the sake of her neighbors, they walked casually from the truck to the house, but once inside, Koivu flipped a switch in both of them. The second after she locked the door, he cupped her ass and dragged her against his erection. His hands burrowed under her sweater, skimming her ribs, thumbs tracing the soft curve of her breast. He slanted his mouth over hers in a kiss that stirred the embers into a full-blown firestorm. She told herself to feel, just feel . . . His rough, calloused fingers against her silky skin; his merciless mouth ravaging hers; their breaths mingling; their hearts pounding. It was thrilling, exhilarating. Unbelievably hot.
He drew away long enough to pull her sweater over her head and cup her breasts in his palms. Her aching nipples arched towards him, eager for his touch. He rewarded them with lazy rolls between his fingers. “I know you wanted wild, baby, but that’s gonna have to be round two.” He wedged his muscular thigh between her legs, spreading them just far enough to tease her. Instead of his fingers, he guided hers under her skirt to her drenched pussy, and caught her frustrated moan with his mouth. “That’s it, baby, feel how wet you are.”
She didn’t need any encouragement here—she’d spent years getting herself off. Working beneath her panties, her finger found her clit and she leaned back to close her eyes. She was so aroused she would come in a minute.
“Oh, no you don’t. Not yet.” He pulled her hand away and unzipped his jeans to release his cock. Thick and rock hard, it made her mouth water. He chuckled at her expression and ripped open a condom. Her greedy eyes followed his every move as he rolled the condom over the gleaming head of his cock. It seemed a shame to cover it up. “Turn around.”
Unsure of what he wanted, she faced the door and peered over her shoulder. He smiled wickedly and stripped naked. Standing behind her, with his chest brushing her bare back and his erection nudging her butt, he said, “Lift your hair for me.”
Shaking with desire, she gathered her hair in one hand and raised it out of the way.
“Breathe, baby, breathe,” he purred.
She took a shaky breath and salivated at the rich spice of his cologne and the scent of lust that swirled through the air. He was so close she felt every muscle flex, every glancing touch of his nipples on her overheated skin. Her entire body tensed with need. She was ready to let go—to give him everything he wanted—if he would just stop teasing her and fuck her already!
He brushed his lips over hers, the motion impatient and rough, before burying his face against her neck. “You’re so beautiful. I could eat you alive.”
“Hurry! I don’t want to wait.”
“You’ll have to if you want me inside you. I’m in no rush. I’ve been dreaming of your naked body for months.” While he devoured her throat, he worked her skirt up one inch at a time, his fingers barely skimming her skin, reverent, teasing, until she felt her juices trickle down the inside of her thigh. He dipped a finger inside and her walls trembled with approaching orgasm. She felt his smile against her cheek as he circled her swollen clit and then retreated back to her slit, repeating the process and driving her insane with pleasure.
“You’re killing me,” she panted.
He caged her between his arms, pinning her to the door so his heavy cock lay in the crease of her ass. The erotic pressure taunted her while he purred next to her ear, “You’re so hungry, Micki. You tremble every time I touch you.” His mesmerizing voice lulled her into a stupor until he abruptly hooked her leg over his arm to expose her quivering sex.
She gasped in surprise and he boosted her up, holding her in place with his weight. The position left her feeling vulnerable, vaguely dirty, dominated. “Don’t overthink. Just feel. I promise it’ll be good. So good.”
And it was good. He notched his cock against her pussy, circled the broad crown across her folds, bringing her closer to the edge, his cheek pressed to hers. Blanketed by his body and pressed to the wall, all she could do was swivel her hips to force him deeper. God, the feel of him—thick, long, hard as steel—invading her, stretching her, filling her so completely she could barely breathe! Behind her, his chest heaved, his breathing harsh, as he tried to control himself. His arms shook with tension; his stomach flexed against her back. A single bead of sweat trickled down his cheek. She caught it with her tongue. Arching luxuriously, she whispered into his mouth, “Don’t hold back. I need you harder . . . faster . . . please.”
A deep satisfied groan was his response. He clenched his jaw and pumped slow, leisurely strokes that rubbed against her womb. Each coiled in
her belly until her entire body grew taut and tingly. He was barely moving, but she was too far gone to wait.
“Oh, so good, so good, so, so good.” She babbled nonsense until orgasm crashed over her and she could only cry out and shudder beneath him.
“That’s it, baby, come for me.”
As she came down to earth, he surprised her by scooping her into his arms. In a handful of steps, they were on the couch, skin to skin, chest to chest, with his face straining against hers as he buried his cock to the hilt. Her back arched off the cushion and she gasped at the fullness. His body moved sinuously over hers bringing them together like dancers, smooth and sensual. As he circled his hips to deepen their connection, his cock lapped at her g spot in a way she’d never felt before. She flushed with pleasure and gloried in him. She opened her eyes to find him gazing hotly into hers. A boyish smile tugged at his mouth before he clenched his teeth and closed his eyes again. She ran her hands over his body, exploring the straining muscles in his shoulder, the gorgeous rippling abs with their fine dusting of golden hair, the flexing muscles of his ass. With each thrust, those muscles tightened beneath her fingers. Delicious shivers crawled along her skin as her nipples brushed the soft hairs sprinkled across his chest.
She felt his grip tighten even more, his muscles bunching as his own pleasure crested. “Hold on,” he ground out from between clenched teeth.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and clasped him closer as he plunged into her, possessing her with each thrust, fucking her as if he could burrow beneath her skin. She felt every inch of his fevered skin on hers, and when he came, the force was enough to trigger a sharp, breathtaking orgasm in her that left her weeping in his arms.
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