Good Girls Don't

by Rosalie Lario

  Lyssa made a soft noise of surprise and then her hands dug into his shoulders, her body softening into his. When her tongue wound around his, sliding and teasing, he forgot about everything but that moment. Everything but the feel of her body against his.

  He didn’t know how long they sat there, wrapped up in each other, but the soft sound of someone clearing her throat snapped him back to reality. Forcing his mouth from Lyssa’s, he sucked in some breaths and met the red-faced gaze of their server.

  “Sir.” She gave a telling glance around the room at the other patrons. “Would you care for anything else?”

  He got her message loud and clear. This wasn’t the time or the place.

  “Just the check, please.”

  When she nodded and eagerly scrambled away, he allowed his gaze to stray back to Lyssa. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes soft and distant.

  She gave him a wry smile. “We’re making a scene, aren’t we?”

  “Yup.” He slid his thumbs along her smooth cheeks.

  “Come home with me, Lyssa,” he said impulsively. “I’m only a few blocks away.”

  After hesitating only a fraction of a second, she nodded. “Yes.”

  Thank god.

  As he paid the tab and helped Lyssa back into her coat, he couldn’t help the fleeting thought that this was a bad idea. Oh, not Lyssa. She might be the best thing he’d done, ever. But they should wait until they had the matter with Martin Freeman behind them. The last thing he wanted to do was confuse things. Not when this thing between them was so new and fragile.

  He wasn’t ready to lose her.

  But then she turned around and gave him a heated look of promise while she tied the belt to her coat.

  Who was he kidding? There was no way he could resist her.

  No matter which was he looked at it, the night wasn’t going to be complete until he was buried deep inside her.

  Chapter Twelve

  The cool night breeze kissed Lyssa’s cheeks as she walked side by side with James toward his apartment building. Earlier it might have felt cold, but now her skin was so overheated that she found herself grateful for the chill. Ribbons of awareness curled back and forth between the two of them. She snuck a peek at him and found him watching her, a wolfish look of hunger in his bright blue gaze.

  Part of her couldn’t believe this was happening. She hadn’t intended for it to, but when he’d told her he was going to walk away from Martin Freeman she’d been so overcome with joy and relief she hadn’t been able to resist rising and hugging him. Then he’d pulled her into his lap and kissed her like a starving man, and her hunger for him had resurfaced tenfold.

  Although, if she were to be honest with herself, the fact that she was ending up back at James’s place wasn’t a total surprise. She’d known when she’d chosen the dress she wore what might happen. Had chosen the silky, flowing fabric for that very reason. It hugged all her curves, with the added benefit of being easy to get out of.

  They turned onto a quiet street containing a row of darkened brownstones. When James’s hand found hers, she paused. Turning to face him, she said, “James, I want you to know I didn’t come home with you because of what you said back at the restaurant.”

  One of his brows arched. “No?”

  “Well...I mean, I did, but not because of your decision. I mean, it’s not like a payment or anything. I mean…” She flushed. “You know what I mean.”

  He laughed and brought his hand to her cheek, giving her a soft caress. “I know, Lyssa.”

  When his lips moved down to hers, she eagerly wound her arms around his neck and lifted onto her toes, tangling her tongue with his.

  He groaned and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off the ground so their mouths fused together tightly. On and on the kiss went, until her body was flush with heat and moisture drew between her thighs.

  Finally, James broke away with a muttered curse. His eyes flashed darkly in the dim lighting of the corner streetlamp.

  “I want you so bad,” he muttered hoarsely.

  “I know. Me too.” She squirmed in his grip. “How much further until your place?”

  Rumbling out a groan, he pressed his forehead to hers. “It might as well be on the moon, I want to be inside you so badly right now.”

  His words set off a firestorm of arousal inside her. She wiggled out of his arms, landing on the balls of her feet. “Let’s hurry. Please.”

  Her voice was laced with a desperation that surprised her.

  He grabbed her hand and they resumed their trek down the deserted street at breakneck speed.

  They neared one of the brownstones, the wrought iron gate open just a fraction. To her surprise, he led her inside.

  He closed the gate behind them but, instead of guiding her up the stairs toward the ornate double doors, he went around the side toward a secondary door beneath the stairs. It was tucked into a secluded alcove.

  “This is where you live?” Somehow she’d expected a luxurious apartment building or something.

  “No.”

  She scowled at him. “Huh?”

  James whirled her to face him, and propelled her backward until she hit the door. He stared down at her, unyielding desire etched into his face. His hands landed on her forearms and he slowly, seductively, lifted her arms above her head.

  Her heart thrummed against her ribcage as she stared up at him. He looked like he wanted to eat her…and she was more than willing.

  Bending his head, he whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait until we get to my place. I need a little bit of you now.”

  His shocking words, compounded with the realization that they’d just trespassed onto someone’s private property, sent waves of fear and arousal streaming through her veins. The conflicted emotions manifested themselves in a half sob. “James—”

  Before she could say anything further, his lips swooped down to claim hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth with erotic abandon. Her protests died away as she absorbed the feel of his hard, muscled body pressed against hers. The slippery slide of his tongue in her mouth.

  When his hands released her arms and moved to the knot at her waist, reality intruded. “James…we can’t. Someone might be home. What if they see us?”

  His mouth nipped hers in soft, teasing kisses. “I’ll never let anyone see you, baby.”

  Though logic insisted there was no way he could follow up on that promise, she wanted him too badly to fight it.

  He pulled the folds of her coat open, baring her dress to him, and reared back to examine her body. A muscle ticked in his jaw. “I swear you dressed this way to torture me. I can see how hard your nipples are right through the fabric.”

  His hands moved up to cup her breasts, and he sucked in a hard breath. “As I suspected. You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”

  “No,” she admitted on a whisper. When she’d dressed earlier, the thought of parading in front of James in nothing more than a silky black dress had turned her on so much she’d had to leave the underwear behind.

  “Oh fuck.”

  Letting out a reverent sigh, he moved his hands to the top of her bust line and yanked the fabric down, baring both her breasts to the cool night air.

  She gasped out loud, her hands automatically rising to cover her breasts. Even though the alcove they were tucked into was out of view of the street, they were still standing outside in one of the most crowded cities in the world. Surprisingly, the knowledge turned her on. “James—”

  He pulled her hands away, cupping her ass and lifting her so that his mouth found one of her breasts. The wet heat of his tongue doused her as he sucked the tip into his mouth, feasting on her with wild abandon.

  A soft cry tore from her throat and the back of her head banged against the door. “Oh jeezus.”

  Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he wasted no time in fitting his hard erection right at the juncture of her thighs. He rubbed there, slowly, insistently, drenching the silk of her dress with her
own desire.

  “Oh my,” she gasped.

  His mouth moved to the other breast, lavishing the same attention on it. Finally, he pulled back with a slight pop. His eyes glittered like sapphires as he gazed down at her. “No bra, huh? It makes me wonder what else you’re wearing beneath that dress.”

  She licked her lips, and some wild, wanton part of her whispered, “Why don’t you find out?”

  He growled against her mouth, and suddenly he was setting her feet to the ground and backing away. Depriving her of the delicious heat of his rock-hard body. Just when she was about to howl out a protest, he hooked his arm beneath her knee and lifted her leg into the air, then used his other hand to shove the hem of her dress all the way to her waist. What he saw there made him let out an aching groan.

  “Fuck. Me,” he whispered, his pained gaze meeting hers. “What’s a good girl like you doing without underwear?”

  She might have been a good girl most of her life, but standing here now, with her dress hiked to her waist and her aching pussy bared to his gaze, she was about as far from good as she could get. She opened her mouth to tell him just that, when he released the fabric of her dress and slid his fingers down to her clit.

  Her body convulsed and she let out a sharp cry.

  “Shush.” His head moved to her neck, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the erratic pulse beating in her throat. He flicked his tongue against her earlobe and slid his fingers lower down. “So wet, baby. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

  When she whimpered, he thrust two fingers deep inside her, covering her mouth with his in order to catch her muffled scream.

  Oh god. Oh god.

  She clutched his shoulders in her hands and absorbed the thick, rhythmic plunging of his fingers. In a matter of seconds, he had her on the edge of the precipice.

  He swallowed her cries but then his lips traveled along her throat once more.

  “Damn, Lyssa,” he rumbled into her ear. “You’re so hot, so tight around my fingers. I want to fuck you so badly.”

  “Yes,” she panted. She wanted that too.

  “Oh, hell.” He thumped his forehead into the door and murmured against her neck. “I need a little taste, baby. You’re too damned addictive.”

  “Yes. Anything.” She just didn’t want the feeling to go away. “Just make me come.”

  He made a low sound of satisfaction in his throat and then withdrew his fingers.

  “No.” She was so close.

  “Shush. It’s okay, baby.”

  His upper body pressed into hers as he fumbled with his belt buckle. The metal clanked and then the tick-tick of a zipper rasped.

  “James.”

  He lifted her, hooking his arms under her knees and spreading her wide. Something hot and hard nudged at her entrance, and she gasped. “What are you—”

  He slammed deep into her, thrusting her body back against the door with a hard thump.

  “Aiiiyy!” Her orgasm ripped through her with mind-numbing fury, making stars collide in her vision. The knowledge that she was out in the open, pinned against a stranger’s door with her legs splayed open and James’s cock lodged deep inside her, only served to compound the intensity by a hundredfold.

  “Fuck.” His mouth moved to cover hers even as he withdrew, then rammed home again. Then again and again. Holding nothing back as he worked her over hard. Each furious stroke slammed her back against the door, which rattled beneath the force of his punishing thrusts.

  “Holy hell.” Her nails raked down his jacket, into his chest through the fabric of his dress shirt. “Oh god.”

  He let out a desperate grunt, rolling his hips into hers. “Shit. Oh fuck.” He groaned into her neck, his words barely audible over the fierce slapping of their bare flesh. “Too fucking good.”

  Sudden realization broke through her haze of lust. He wasn’t wearing a condom.

  “James.”

  When his only response was to pull out and then drive in so deep that his balls slapped against her ass, she let out a heavy moan and tried again. Her fingernails dug into the jacket of his suit.

  “Wait,” she panted. “I’m not on the pill.”

  Her words penetrated and he froze, buried all the way inside her. He thumped his forehead against the door once, twice, then let out a fierce growl.

  “You need to remedy that,” he muttered hoarsely.

  She couldn’t agree more. Being skin to skin with him was more arousing than she could have possibly imagined. But that didn’t help them now.

  When he didn’t budge from his spot deep inside her, she whispered, “James…”

  “We need to move anyway,” he growled into her ear. “Rest assured, when I get you back to my place I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be coming for days.”

  His words aroused something deep inside her. “Yes, please.”

  That was exactly what she wanted.

  Grunting his approval at her response, he bit her earlobe and gave several more deep, grinding thrusts before withdrawing from her soaked body.

  His long, thick cock glistened from her juices. Mesmerized at the sight of it, she could only stare while he set her to her feet and tucked his erection back into his black underwear, then zipped up his pants.

  Gently, he set her dress to rights, slid the lapels of her coat back together and knotted the belt. Then, eyes dark with unspent passion, he grasped her hand and led her out of the gate and down the street.

  Her pulse pounded in her throat as she raced to keep up with him, her hand clasped tightly in his. Even though she’d just come, her body was alive with desire. If anything, that screaming orgasm rammed up against the door had only increased her need.

  She couldn’t imagine how he must be feeling right now. He’d been buried inside her and hadn’t yet come. If the current set in his jaw was any indication, he was ready to blow. He looked almost angry, and the secret part of her that longed to be dominated couldn’t help but be excited at the thought of that.

  After what seemed like forever, they finally approached a tall building. The doorman murmured a greeting to James and opened the door for them. James’s only response was an almost feral grunt.

  Silent anticipation built as she followed James into the empty elevator and watched the doors slide shut. Then he faced her, and the heated look of promise on his face practically melted her bones.

  He’d already fucked her into one screaming orgasm, but something told her their magical night was only getting started.

  ***

  James stared across the empty space of the elevator at Lyssa, barely able to restrain himself from lunging at her. The only thing that kept him from spreading her legs and pounding into her right here and now was the knowledge that there was a security camera in the elevator.

  Her hair was half undone and her chest heaved up and down as she stared at him. Then her eyes lowered to his groin and she licked her lips. The telling gesture made him growl. “You’d better stop staring at me like that.”

  Her eyes widened and her gaze flew back to his. She took a shuddering breath. “Or what?”

  The challenge in her tone indicated she very much liked seeing him on the edge of control. Oh, she thought this was funny, huh?

  Edging closer to her, he murmured, “Or I’m going to fuck you twice as hard for giving me a taste of your sweet little pussy and not letting me come.”

  A soft moan tore from her throat and her back hit the wall. But then she whispered, “What if that’s what I want?”

  Muttering a curse, he gave into the temptation to touch her. His floor was too damn far to wait.

  He pressed her up against the wall, lifting her so their mouths fit together. Her arms wound around his neck and she surrendered herself to the tangling of their tongues. He worked in and out of her mouth, letting her know with his tongue what his cock would be doing to her later. She must have understood the silent promise because her whole body shuddered beneath him.

  Setting her down, he
tugged her belt open and slipped his hand inside her coat. The caveman inside him protested at what the security guard would be able to see, but he was too far gone. He made a mental note to swing down later and make sure the video got erased.

  His hand crept up her inside thigh, which was slippery wet with moisture. The scent of her desire made him groan out loud. His fingers found the slick folds of her labia, and he sunk two of them inside her tight, hot channel.

  She let out a little cry and tightened around is fingers.

  “Tell me something, good girl.” He nipped her earlobe. “You secretly liked getting fucked out there in the open, didn’t you?”

  “Ahhh…”

  He plunged his fingers in and out, working her to a frenzy. “You liked knowing that at any moment that door could open and someone would find you impaled on my cock.”

  “James,” she protested, but her voice was hot and breathy.

  “That they would know how secretly naughty you really are.”

  The door dinged open and they broke apart. She stared at him, her eyes hazy with wonder.

  “Get out,” he said, his voice hard with his suppressed desire.

  Startled, she quickly obeyed, then scrambled backward when he stalked her. She didn’t stop until her back hit the door to his apartment.

  He wasted no time in covering her with his front, pressing his aching cock into her stomach. Rubbing it back and forth along the silk of her dress to let her know what was coming.

  “James,” she murmured, burying her face in his chest. “You’re kinda scaring me.”

  Damn.

  His fierce desire warred with his need to protect her. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “N-no. Please don’t stop. I-I think I like it.”

  Her words almost undid him. Honestly he couldn’t blame her for being scared. She’d awoken some deep, macho part of him. One that wanted to dominate his woman.

  His woman.

  Well, I’ll be damned. He might have met her just a few days ago, but his body already thought of her as his. He’d examine that more, later. Right now he needed to be inside her. More than he needed to breathe.