Trembling with too many conflicting sensations to name, she somehow managed to say, “I’ve been waiting for you to touch me all day, and this is where you decide to do it?”
“This is just a preview of what’s to come when we get to our room,” he growled, sliding his hand so high he was able to slip his fingers beneath the drenched gusset of her panties. Heat filled her face as she realized just how telling her body was, her center already creamy and hot, her tissues swollen with arousal. “Trust me, Doc. It’s only going to get better when I’ve got you alone.”
“Alex, stop,” she whispered, when he started tugging the soaked panties over her hips. She grasped his powerful wrist as her gaze swept over the mirrored walls around them, her wide-eyed, flushed expression reflected back at her again and again. “There could be a camera in here.”
“I’m betting there isn’t,” he rasped, his soft lips moving against the sensitive skin just beneath her ear, “but I wouldn’t care if there was.”
Her head fell back like a flower on a wilted stem, thumping against his muscular chest. “You wouldn’t care about some security guy getting a shot of my crotch?”
“You’re beautiful. Why not let him look?” he asked, his low voice edged with a hard note of need, while he swirled one calloused fingertip around her clit in wet, maddening circles. “He doesn’t get to touch it. Or taste it. He just gets to eat his heart out, wishing like hell he was the one playing with your juicy little snatch.”
There was something there, beneath the hunger vibrating through those rough words. Something important that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, like those damn games where you shifted a plastic case and tried to get the tiny metal balls rolling around inside into the holes. Each time she almost had it, it slipped right out, speeding away, leaving her with nothing.
He moved suddenly, and the next thing she knew he had her pressed into the corner while he knelt on the floor in front of her. Using one hand to hold her dress up, he used the other to rip her underwear, and within a second he had her panties falling away in pieces, leaving her lower body completely exposed. “God, Alex. Are you crazy?”
“Shh,” he soothed, his dark eyes gleaming as he flicked his tongue over his lower lip. “I just need a taste. A quick one to hold me over.”
She nearly screamed when he leaned forward and covered the most sensitive place on her body with that wicked mouth, sucking hard and hungrily, before licking his way to her tight opening and penetrating it, pushing inside her. He fucked her with a few lush, provocative thrusts of his tongue, growling against her tender flesh, then pulled it out and licked her voraciously. Long, hungry swipes from her vulva to her clit, and she knew she was wetter than she’d ever been, her body creaming with moisture simply because he was showing her how desperate he was for it. How much he wanted it. How much he enjoyed it.
Through passion-hazed eyes, she watched the numbers climbing on the digital display above the elevator doors, and somehow managed to groan, “Alex, stop. We’re almost at our floor.”
He growled something guttural against the moist cushion of her sex, then licked his tongue into her one last time, before jerking away. He was breathing hard as he stood and put his rugged face close to hers, and she could scent herself on his warm breath, the musky smell striking her as incredibly erotic. His green eyes burned into hers. “I don’t want them touching you. And I don’t want them talking to you. But I like the way other men look at you,” he scraped out, his ragged breaths coming hard and deep. “You should take that as a sign that I trust you, Doc. It’s not something that I do easily, but I do. I trust you to be straight with me. If you want to fuck someone else, you’ll tell me. You won’t go behind my back. Which means I can enjoy showing you off, making those jealous bastards eat their hearts out.”
“I don’t,” she whispered, barely able to catch her breath. “I don’t want to fuck anyone else.”
His grin was deliciously cocky. “I know.”
“How?”
“Like I just said, Doc. You wouldn’t be here with me if you did.”
She didn’t wait for him to kiss her this time; she went in for it herself. His admission touched her more deeply than anything they’d done together to this point. It was one of the few glimpses into the inner workings of his mind that he’d given her, and she was drowning in it, loving that she’d earned this small bit of trust from him. He might not be spilling out his heart and emotions to her, but he’d opened up that first crack and given her something. Hell, he’d even told her the story about his divorce tonight, which had been heartbreaking to hear. And now it was her turn to give. To trust him and give herself over to this night with him. To stop worrying and overthinking everything and just enjoy him.
The moment the elevator doors slid open for their floor, he grabbed her hand and pulled her along behind him again, his long strides nearly impossible to keep up with in her heels. As soon as they were in their room and the door was locked behind them, he released her hand and moved into the center of the carpeted floor, then turned to face her. He unbuttoned his white shirt, leaving it hanging from his broad, hard shoulders, and said, “Come here.”
Brit walked toward him, the heat of his gaze so intense it felt like a physical touch. Something tangible and real, warming her skin, awakening her senses. Without waiting for direction, she reached behind her back and started inching down the zipper on her dress. His heavy-lidded gaze moved hungrily over her body as he undid his belt, then unbuttoned his fly, and her breath caught when she saw that he’d gone without boxers. One second he was covered, and the next he was there, his cock rising up from the dark nest of hair, thick and engorged, the heavy, plum-sized head already slick with pre-cum.
Feeling bolder than she ever had before, Brit let the dress slither to the floor, then reached back and unhooked her strapless bra. Seconds later, she’d dropped the bra to the floor, the tiny black pair of panties she’d been wearing left behind back on the elevator floor. She stood before him now in nothing but her sexy heels, the light shining from the bedside table little more than a muted glow as it washed over her. But it was enough to make her feel the exposure of every tingling inch of skin that she’d bared for him.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he growled, the look on his rugged face one of pure male need, deliciously primitive, hard with aggression.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her throat shaking. “I think you’re beautiful, too.”
His mouth twisted on one side, as if she’d embarrassed him with the compliment. She wanted to say it until he finally believed her, but was distracted by the sight of him wrapping one of those big, powerful hands around his cock. He was shockingly hard, the thick veins pressed up tight beneath the dark skin, and she blinked with feral fascination as she watched his hand tighten around the burgeoning club of flesh, the veins on the back of his hand becoming more prominent as he squeezed. His heavy cockhead glistened now, darkening in color, so succulent looking it made her mouth water. She needed to taste it so badly she could feel the craving coiling through her body, a violent rush of hunger and heat. Needed to know what it felt like to hold all that raw, masculine power in her mouth, her senses overcome with his scent and texture and taste.
Lips tingling, she moved toward him with single-minded intent and started to drop to her knees, but he shook his head and stepped back. “Don’t.”
Her brows pulled together as her jaw dropped, her disappointment palpable. “What? Why?”
“Because there’s no way in hell I’d last more than two seconds in your mouth right now, and I have other plans for this hard-on,” he grated, pulling on his erection with a rough, brutal-looking stroke that had to be painful. Then he let go, the long shaft springing up against his ripped abdomen so quick and hard that it made a slapping sound, the slick tip leaving a wet spot on his happy trail.
Sweet, shivering chills ran over her body as she drank in
the sight of him, everything inside her going molten and hot and ready. She could feel her juices slipping down the insides of her thighs, and she squeezed them together, her desperation mounting to an unbearable pitch. This was uncharted territory, needing a man this badly, and she wanted to throw herself at him and get on with it before she lost her nerve and ran for cover.
He pulled his shirt off those broad, sink-your-nails-into-them shoulders, dropping it on the floor before walking over to the edge of the room’s exterior glass wall and grabbing the cord for the blinds. Brit blinked a few times, her mind going blank as she watched him pull the cord, yanking the vertical blinds to the far side of the room. She fought the immediate urge to cover herself as she stood before an entire wall of glass in nothing but her high heels, feeling like the world was out there in the glittering darkness, staring back at her.
He turned his head, his gaze heavy-lidded and dark, the irises like smoldering chips of ocean green. “Hands against the glass, Doc,” he commanded in a firm, husky slide of words. “I want your legs spread and your ass in the air.”
Her heart was racing, but she was too intrigued to see where he was going with this to refuse him. There was no one out there who knew her. No crazed patients or spying coworkers. There was just a moonlit stretch of beach and the endless sea, and with a deep breath, she did as he’d told her.
“Good girl,” he murmured, coming up behind her. Then he dropped to his knees, his hot, calloused hands landing on her ankles as he tugged them farther apart, and she could feel the blistering intensity of his gaze heating her skin.
“Alex,” she gasped, her palms going damp against the glass. “This is making me nervous.”
“The window?” he murmured, stroking his hands up the outside of her legs.
“No,” she whispered. “It’s you. You’re . . . you’re staring at me. I can feel it.”
“That’s because I can’t help myself, Doc.” She could hear the wicked smile in his deep voice. “This pink little cunt down here is too beautiful not to stare at.”
She snickered, her shoulders shaking. “That’s such a raunchy compliment.”
“Maybe,” he admitted, his warm breath coasting over her skin as he shifted closer. “But it’s the honest to God’s truth. If you had any idea of the shit I want to do to it, you’d run screaming.”
“I doubt that,” she whispered, shocking herself when she arched her back a little deeper, pushing her backside closer to his face. For a woman who always thought she could afford to lose a few pounds through her ass and thighs, she apparently had no problem flaunting them in front of this particular male. But then it was easy to feel sexy when the man you were with made it his mission to ensure you knew exactly how attractive he found you.
“Jesus, Brit. I want to fuck you so hard,” he breathed out, his hands flexing around her thighs.
“You already have.”
A raw, thick sound rumbled deep in his chest, and she could feel him shake his head. “Not like that. I want you harder than before. I want to tie your gorgeous ass down and fucking own you. Drench you in me, in my sweat and my cum, until I seep into your pores.” He brought his hands higher, rubbing his thumbs over her slick folds, and she could actually hear how wet she was as he touched her. “I want this pussy, Brit. I want to lick it, suck on it, cum on it, spank it, kiss it, tongue it, penetrate it, violate it, worship it, and fuck it. I want to do every single one of those things, and more.”
“Alex.” Her knees trembled, legs teetering on the ridiculously high heels.
“Mmm. And you’re pretty here, too,” he told her, stroking a blunt fingertip up through her cheeks, until he was touching the puckered, sensitive ring of flesh there. “Pink and tight.”
She moaned, her hands slipping across the glass, her body so hot it was like burning with a raging fever.
“I know a lot of women aren’t into ass play, but damn, Brit. This beautiful little asshole was just made to be played with.” She felt the tip of his tongue suddenly glide over the tiny hole and gasped, shocked by how good it felt. Dirty and illicit and embarrassing, but impossibly good, her clit sizzling with heat. He nipped her right cheek, then licked her again, harder this time, and she leaned forward, bracing her forehead against the glass as her pulse roared. When he slipped two long fingers into her pussy and moved to his feet, kissing his way up the trembling length of her spine, she was so overwhelmed, so lost in the moment . . . in him, she thought she might pass out.
He pumped his fingers inside her with devastating skill, reaching deep until he was stroking her G-spot, and she started chanting his name like a prayer, over and over. He buried his face against the side of her throat, pulling in her scent with his ragged breaths, and then he licked her, running his tongue from her shoulder up to her ear. Easing his fingers from the tight clasp of her body, he nipped her earlobe, and growled, “Brace yourself, Doc. I’m going to put my dick in you now, and you know it isn’t gonna be easy.”
She drew in a deep breath, clenching her teeth when she felt him notch his fat cockhead against her vulva, a scream spilling past her lips as he slammed forward, giving her every thick, brutal inch. His fingers dug into her hips, jerking her back against him as he ground against her cushiony flesh, and all she wanted was more. More of this feeling, of him, of being with him, getting lost in him, for as long as she could have it. It made no sense, feeling like this, but there was no sense in trying to deny it. The only thing that made it tolerable was that he seemed as wrapped up in it as she was.
“That’s good, baby. Take it deep,” he groaned, stretching her narrow sheath as he pumped his hips against her backside, feeding his cock into her in a hard, but steady rhythm.
“Hurry, Alex. Please. Just hurry.”
He put his mouth to her ear. “For God’s sake, don’t beg me. Not now. I’ll lose it if you do that, and I don’t want this to be over too quickly.”
“I don’t care,” she panted, sounding frantic. Desperate. “You can have me again. As many times as you want. I just . . . I need to come with you inside me. I need to feel you inside me when I lose it.”
“You will,” he rasped, nipping the side of her throat, his breathing harsh as he kept up the slow, hammering pace, hitting her deeper inside than any man ever had before. “You’re gonna feel me everywhere,” he vowed, sliding one of his thumbs into the crease between her ass cheeks. “You ready?”
“Ready?” Her voice was strangled. “Ready for what?”
He skimmed his teeth along the trembling edge of her jaw as he rubbed against that virgin opening. “Just my thumb tonight, Doc. You okay with that?”
She trembled, her muscles like taffy, but somehow managed to nod her head.
“I need to hear the words, Brit. You gotta tell me if you want this. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, I trust you,” she whispered, her heart damn near pounding its way into her throat. She was nervous about trying something new, but undeniably excited. She might not trust this man not to break her heart, but she trusted him to know what he was doing with her body and to make it good for her. “Do it, Alex. I’m okay with it. I want to know what it feels like.”
“That’s my girl,” he purred in her ear, just as the blunt tip of his thumb started to push inside the tight ring of sensitive flesh. It felt strange as the strong, snug muscles stretched around him, but she could instantly understand why lovers liked it. There was a dark, searing eroticism to it, her nerve endings firing with little electric pulses of shock that were racing through her body, before settling between her legs, burning in her clit.
“More. I need more,” she gasped, pushing back against him. He grunted with satisfaction and shoved his thumb deep at the same time he rammed his cock in on a breathtaking downstroke, and that was it. She came, hard, convulsing in a mind-shattering climax that would have sent her crumpling to the floor if he hadn’t wrapped his free arm around her, k
eeping her on her feet. She spread her hands against the glass, trying to brace herself as he quickened the pace, fucking her through the lush, tight orgasm until it went on and on, the almost savage thrust of his hips driving her wild. She hadn’t thought it was possible for her body to feel more pleasure than she had on his dining room table, but it was happening. Maybe it had been the sensual night of foreplay leading up to this moment. Or the way he’d finally started to open up to her over dinner. Or hell, maybe it was just her growing addiction to his magnificent body and the unbelievable things he could do with it.
He came right on the heels of her own devastating orgasm, his big body slamming against her as he pulled his thumb from her ass and gripped her hips, nearly yanking her off her feet as he blasted into her with searing, violent bursts of cum that flooded her womb. The raw intensity of his climax shot her into another one, and this time Brit couldn’t help but scream as her body got caught up in the crashing waves of heat and sensation, until she was so overwhelmed she couldn’t even make a sound. For endless moments, everything was dark and primal and silent, and when she finally blinked her eyes open, she was surprised to find the front of her body plastered against the glass, Alex’s muscular form slumped heavily against her back.
Holy hell. Did I pass out? She bit her lip to hold back a giggle, then sobered as something occurred to her. The man had nearly killed her just now with intense sexual pleasure, and he hadn’t even touched her breasts or her clit. She swallowed, her head spinning with the realization that he could quite possibly take her even further. Steep her in even deeper, devastating ecstasy. It was as terrifying a concept as it was exhilarating, and she pulled in a slow, calming breath, refusing to let her nerves and insecurities take hold of her. She didn’t want anything spoiling this moment—especially not her private fears that had no place in a weekend meant to be about nothing more than having a good time.
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