Give Me More

by Kortny Alexander

  Pulling his thumb back out of her mouth, Spring kissed it with her soft, wet lips. It felt as if her body heat rose a few more degrees as she watched Bo’s intense stare. There was the flash of emotions crossing his face. His sky-blue eyes turned a cloudy grayish-blue color. He was fighting something. She could tell. And before the night ended, Spring would bring that fight to an end. She wanted all of him and nothing less.

  Bo removed his thumb only to replace it with his tongue, sweeping it across her lips. “I’ve never tasted anything so sweet in my life,” he whispered before taking her mouth. His kiss was slow, passionate, and deep. She followed his every ministration, hooking her fingers through his belt loops on either side of his waist, pulling their bodies impossibly close together. This motion soothed the urge to thread her fingers through his hair and pull him in deeper.

  And there it was.

  The length of his bulge was held firmly between their bodies. Spring didn’t want to think of how he would feel in her hand, her mouth, and maybe her ass. Whoa, the possibilities. He felt thick, thicker, and longer, than B.O.B., her battery operated boyfriend. She had no idea men could actually get that huge. The few men she had dated didn’t measure up to Bo’s size. Hell, it wasn’t worth the comparison.

  Damn, she wanted to slip her fingers inside of his slacks and touch his skin just to see for herself if it was real. Stroke the heated flesh in her palms, stroking the thick, taut skin as she teased and sucked his tight sack below. Spring could feel her juices begin to spill through the folds of her sex.

  Their tongues tangled and teased, breathing quickened. Bo explored every inch of Spring’s sweet and warm mouth. He couldn’t get enough of her taste. It was exquisite and erotic, and he had never tasted anything like it, like her, in his life. He groaned when he felt her tongue probe and glide over his teeth. Her kisses were addictive, and if he did not stop right now, he couldn’t be held responsible for what would happen next on the dance floor.

  Bo wrapped his arm firmly around her waist. He didn’t want an inch of space between them. He could feel the beginnings of her legs going limp. Her head tilting back as she moaned into their kisses. He loved the way she submitted to him, giving him access to any part of herself that he may want. She had placed her arms around his neck, gripping him in a tight embrace. They were each other’s life preserver.

  Finally, coming up for air, he begged his question. “Stay with me, please?” he murmured, his voice so rough and filled with need that even he was surprised by the sound of it. He couldn’t help it. He wanted more time with her, and there was no room to be shy. If they only had one night, he wanted every minute he could get with Spring. “That’s my first wish to you, Spring. I need more of your addictive kisses. I need more of you.” He stared at her as one hand stroked her cheek and the other held her firmly by the waist. “Please, Spring, don’t say no.” Damn! Had he ever sounded so desperate in his life?

  The uncertainty in her eyes didn’t ease his nerves. They were playing a wishing game, and he hoped this wouldn’t be one of the wishes she felt uncomfortable with. He was prepared to live in the moment. He couldn’t help it. The way she seemed to throw caution to the wind inspired him to do the same.

  Being a bull rider, he’d always lived in the moment. But this moment with Spring was different. He didn’t want to rush it. He wanted every pleasurable moment he could have with her. He wanted to explore her body, make her burn beneath him. He wanted her begging for more. Bo could offer her so many things. Open her eyes to unlimited pleasures if she allowed him to. Taking what she wanted from him without a second thought. He wanted them both so spent, so pleased, neither would want the night to end.

  Whoa, you need to get your head on straight. Bo shook off the thought as he watched Spring still debating what her body obviously wanted.

  Spring closed her eyes and tried to calm her breathing and her nerves. Now that she had exactly what she wanted, would she take the bull by the horns or turn and hightail it back to her room alone? She wanted to play the game. Spring opened her eyes and smiled up at Bo. The way he looked down at her was surprising. He couldn’t possibly be aware that he stared at her with an anticipatory glee. It only helped her decide. She would grab the bull by the horns. She would grab Bo by his horn. Why not? It’s Vegas, baby! What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

  Nodding her head, she answered, “Yes I will stay the night with you, Bo.” Was she insane? No, she was horny, and it would be nice to feel the weight of a man on top of her. For one night, she would be able to feel what she had been missing for so long. She couldn’t explain her outrageous desire for him. Spring did not want to leave his side.

  Agreeing to leave with him felt like a weight lifted from her shoulders. She felt uncontrollably liberated, daring, and wanted. And what she truly wanted stood directly in front of her, eating her up with his eyes. She didn’t want to think about the other side of the coin. If she did, it might ruin what fun and carefree feelings she had now.

  She had to do this. Being bold, going for someone she lusted after no matter her feelings in the morning. Spring promised herself she’d be able to look at herself in the morning. This is what she had been encouraged to do. Spring felt her heat turning up another notch just thinking about how free she felt.

  “Do you mind meeting me by the bank of elevators? I need to collect my things at the bar.” The look in his eyes made her immediately wish the words hadn’t left her lips.

  Taken aback, Bo grinned at his sneaky little minx. Taking both hands, he placed them on her shoulders and caressed them slowly down her arms until he reached her hands. “Sweetheart, I know how to be discreet. Everyone doesn’t need to know our business. I’d much rather walk out with you on my arm, but I will respect your wishes and hang back and let you leave first.”

  This was a first for Bo. So far, Spring had unknowingly brought forth a lot of things he never did. He had never hung back while the woman left first. His conquests always followed after him. Damn, he was shallow as hell. Didn’t matter. He couldn’t act that way with Spring even if he wanted to. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was something about her that intrigued him. But, he was bothered by her request. Was she embarrassed to be seen with him? Even his confidence level seemed to shrink. He was experiencing a lot of firsts tonight.

  Spring was thankful for the easy agreement Bo gave her, but she could see that her request bothered him. He was not able to mask the emotion before she looked at him, catching the disappointment in his eyes. Spring started to rethink her request. They were in Las Vegas. No one gave a crap what she did here.

  Hell, earlier that day she’d seen a woman in her late fifties or early sixties walking down the strip in an extreme mini-mini skirt and tank top on with spiked heels. Clearly, no one cared what anyone else did here. To hell with it! Smiling at Bo, Spring left the dance floor with him closely behind her, hand on her lower back. Her man was possessive, and she loved every bit of it. He wanted her, and that thought alone spiked up the heat that boiled inside of her.

  Spring collected her sketchpad and pencils and placed them in her black leather tote bag. She heard Bo sigh as he reached for his Stetson. Spring couldn’t help but smile at the sound that would normally come from a spoiled child and not the tall, self-assured man she was attracted to.

  Chuckling to herself, Spring had to wonder who in Vegas would give a crap that she was going to spend the night with a man she’d spent the past few hours with. Her indecisiveness was quite irritating at times. She had to live a little, enjoy being a free spirit.

  She grabbed Bo’s hand and laced her fingers with his. It was amazing how his hand engulfed hers. Her body was on fire once again. Damn he was a big man.

  “Are you ready?” She grinned at the surprised look on Bo’s face.

  “Are you sure about this, Spring?” His expression was serious, concerned, and yet, he held tight to her hand. He didn’t want Spring to feel pressured by him or anything else. But he hoped like hell she
held firm to her decision.

  “I’m sure, Bo. Let’s go.” Yeah, let’s go before I lose my damn nerves. He took her leather tote bag from her clutches. When she began to walk forward, she felt the gentle tug of his hand. Stopping, she looked up at Bo with curious eyes. Had he changed his mind? What was he up to?

  “Sugar, if we are leaving out of here together, we do it right. Men are eyeing you, and I’m trying to hold on to my restraint. You have no idea what your little ensemble is doing to me and apparently other men in the restaurant. I really don’t want to have to punch their lights out for staring at the most beautiful woman in the room.”

  He grinned, but Spring knew better. He was serious. She could see it in those glinting sky-blue eyes. Playful and possessive, and it was written all over his face.

  Spring shook her head slightly as she grinned at him. Bo had a possessive side, and she would truly enjoy it. This was new for her. None of the men she had dated joked about getting upset or possibly causing harm to another man if he caught one simply staring at her. It boosted her confidence level greatly.

  Being wanted by this man was difficult to describe. It was a foreign feeling. And still she felt as if she could trust him. If she didn’t, she would never have spoken to him, danced with him, kissed him, or agreed to go upstairs with him. Spring couldn’t put her finger on the reason why. She felt she could. It just felt natural. He wouldn’t hurt her. But he sure as hell seemed like he would follow through on a threat of another man approaching her.

  “I’m not going anywhere except with you, Bo.” She squeezed his hand and placed her free hand on his chest in reassurance. Didn’t he know he already had her under his spell?

  She was beautiful. Damn, that smile was dick-hardening. Her small hand on his chest burned right through to his gut. Bo released her hand and escorted her out of the restaurant with his hand firmly seated at her lower back until they reached the bank of elevators.

  Spring just knew that the people they passed would know what they were up to. She was bracing herself for the judgmental looks she knew she would get when they walked through the crowd. She felt Bo’s hand move toward her hip for a better grip to guide her through the maze of tourists. It had gotten late, and the casino floor was overrun with eager gamblers. Some seemed to have tunnel vision. Not paying any attention to where they were walking. Some were dressed for a night out on the strip.

  Unfortunately for Spring, she had let her vivid imagination get the better of her. No one cared. No one stared with knowing looks. Of course, women stared at Bo, blatantly checking him out. They gave him the ole fuck-me stare. It was something about the way some of the women ogled Bo that seemed to bewilder her. Their eyes bore into him as if they wanted to eat him up.

  It was difficult not to notice him. With his commanding presence, he wore confidence like a second skin, and his glare could be considered unnerving. He paid absolutely no attention to the fake boobs and overly teased hair as they moved through the crowd. His focus was solely on her. It was amazing to be the center of a man’s attention when there seemed to be beautiful women all around them. That feeling made Spring walk a little taller as she brandished a smug smirk all the way to the bank of elevators.

  Chapter 4

  Spring couldn’t help but inhale long and deep, taking in that tantalizing scent as Bo leaned over her shoulder to press the “up” arrow for the elevator. It was a mixture of sandalwood and a masculine, musky scent that was uniquely Bo. Being this close, bodies brushing against one another was just one more reason Spring was wetter than she thought possible. His muscular frame, his heat, engulfed her, made her sway with his movements. He stayed pressed against her, enticing and teasing. The weight of his cock pressed firmly against her backside.

  Spring could feel every up and down movement his chest made as they stood alone waiting for an elevator. She couldn’t help but close her eyes and lay her head against his chest. When she noticed that he didn’t tense up or step back, her comfort level with him grew stronger. The freedom and familiarity she felt with Bo was mindboggling. If she could get away with rubbing her body against his while they stood in clear view for anyone to see, she would.

  Bo didn’t lay one finger on her. He just chuckled low enough for her to feel the vibrations flow through to her body. Spring had never been on the apex of an orgasm such as this. The lightest touch by Bo could send her over. And she didn’t want this over before it ever began. She never knew the scent of a man could arouse her body the way it had when she caught a whiff of Bo. Her nipples could slice through glass they were so stiff from the constant arousal.

  She was really going to do it. She was going to have a one-night stand with a man she met at the bar. She knew she should have been asking an abundant amount of questions about his personal life. Her brain was demanding it. But she couldn’t. She didn’t care what was in his past. All Spring knew was that she wanted him. Needed to feel his heavy body crushing hers, devouring her, caressing every inch of her. No matter what he’d think of her in the morning, she would let this night, her memories of tonight, sear itself into her memory bank. Spring knew that she would never, ever be this carefree again.

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  Every rule, every urge, every need, every damn desire Bo had was bottled up into one sexy little woman. Spring. Her body felt so delicate pressed up against his. When she laid her head on his chest, his heart just about stopped. It was a simple movement, and yet it felt different. Bo could only caress her arms as he enjoyed the feel of her body pressed against his. He had no shame in touching her at every turn. He couldn’t help it. Mauling her in public wouldn’t be appropriate, so he’d wait until they stepped into the elevator.

  The smile that graced her lips every time she looked at him was bone-shattering. They’d only just met hours before, and yet, every time she looked at him it was with a passion he had never seen in another woman. She looked at him with a trust he was not accustomed to. He wanted to please her, take his time devouring her luscious body, tasting her sweet nectar. Keep her looking at him like that for as long as possible. He felt as if Spring saw things in him that were undiscovered, untapped. What were those things, and how could he tap into them? He didn’t have a clue.

  When the elevator doors whispered open, Bo once again escorted Spring with his hand possessively at her back. He looked back out of the elevator doors to see if anyone else was coming. Luckily for them, there was no one lingering about, so Bo quickly pressed the “close door” button and then pressed the button for his floor. That’s when he noticed the slight shaking of his own hands. Was this shit really happening to him? He was nervous. What the hell! That was definitely a first.

  The elevator doors were mirrored, which made him send up a silent thank-you. Luckily, Spring hadn’t noticed the slight shaking of his hands. He smiled at Spring as he stared at their reflections on the elevator doors. He had several inches on her, and that was with her heels on. The sight of her trustingly leaning her head on his chest once again was exciting. She looked sexy and wanton. And it was all for him.

  At that moment, staring at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, Bo lost his heart to Spring. Holy hell.

  When she bit her bottom lip, Bo couldn’t control his response to her any longer. He placed his hands on her hips and jerked her ass up against his stiff erection. He hadn’t moved one inch, and yet Spring’s eyes went wide and wild just before her eyes fluttered and closed. He groaned at the sexy sight. It felt good that Spring willingly trusted him. He wouldn’t dare hurt her. He wanted to give her all the pleasure she deserved tonight. They were throwing caution to the wind. He knew if either of his brothers saw this side of him, they would tease him relentlessly. He did not recognize this side of himself; didn’t know it existed.

  They both watched themselves in the mirror as Bo’s hands traced up and down the sides of Spring’s arms, feeling her goose bumps come alive at every stroke. He moved on to her waist and back up the sides of her rib cage, grazing the sides o
f her breasts.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned in sheer delight at the touch and the hard erection at her lower back. Her lashes fluttered, opening her eyes, and she leaned into him further, but she never looked away from their reflections.

  “You like my touch, Spring?” His tone teased as she nodded the affirmative. Bo loved the way Spring watched with an intensity that was a mixture of lust and passion. She watched him and slowly rubbed her body against his. He bent down and feathered kisses along her neck. Nipping and licking his way down the delicate path. She needed to burn like he did. He gave a deep chuckle when she jumped.

  Ticklish. The soft mewling sounds she made as his hands began to caress her breasts through the thin silk shirt were more than he could have possibly imagined. The silk material glided over her skin without effort. He flicked a thumb over each erect nipple, grinning every time she gasped with pleasure. Everything she did turned him on. She was so responsive, and she liked to watch. She watched every move that Bo made in the elevator ride up to his room.

  Watching Spring watch him was like a damn aphrodisiac. He was burning to have her. His cock needed release. The slacks he wore were barely containing him. He could feel the pre-cum leaking from his cock. He couldn’t control his hands any longer.

  Fuck restraints. It was just the two of them, and he wanted to feel her skin beneath his. The flecks of glitter along her shoulders and arms drove him nuts. If he could kiss every fleck he would. He sure as shit wouldn’t mind trying. Bo was fascinated. The way the light reflected off of the flecks held his gaze like a siren’s call.

  Bo leaned her head to the opposite side, so he could give the same attention to the other side of her neck. He nipped along the sensitive part of her neck connecting to her shoulder. He knew he was correct with that pursuit when he felt and saw her hands grip his thighs, and she leaned into him even more as her moans grew louder. She gave him more access to her neck, her body.