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As soon as she stopped in front of him, he grabbed her arm.
"We're going outside for a little talk," he said, dragging her through the doors of the casino lobby.
Chapter Six
Ignoring Melissa's objections, Aidan all but dragged her outside. He paused for a few seconds, looking left and right, then pulled her to the side of the building, pressing her against the brick wall. When she tried to push away he held her there by placing his hands on either side of her shoulders.
Shrouded in the darkness, he couldn't see her eyes, but her heaving breaths told him she was more than a little perturbed.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she hissed.
What the hell was he doing? Kidnapping her? Taking her away from the ogling eyes of the men who'd surrounded her? Hell if he knew the answer.
But after watching her squirm and feeling the same erotic sensations that she'd felt, he had to get her out of there, had to get closer to her, had to--
What? Ravage her right here against the building? In public, outside, where anyone could spot them?
Wasn't a bad idea at that.
"I'm tired of you playing games with me," he said, his body aware of her pulsing heartbeat. Her scent wafted over him, sweet and musky like a woman who'd just enjoyed a soaking orgasm. He was dying to drop to his knees and taste her sweet honey.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You know damn well what I'm talking about. You don't want to have anything to do with me, but you smile and flirt with the guys at the tables in there, letting them put their hands all over you."
She reached up and pushed against his chest, but he refused to budge. "I did no such thing. I was playing craps."
"Uh huh. You were playing games all right, but the games you played were with me. I'm not stupid, Lissa."
"Are you sure?" she replied, her voice loaded with sarcasm. "And don't call me that."
Fury boiled inside him until the ground shook with a rumbling thunder. "Call you what? Lissa?"
"Stop it."
"Lissa," he said again, this time lowering his voice, letting it trip seductively off his tongue.
"No. That's not my name."
"To me it is." Although her muscles still tensed, it was tension of a different form. He felt the change in her, the abrupt switch from anger to heated desire. "Melissa is cold and unfeeling. Lissa is hot. Lissa has a few naughty thoughts that she'd like to express but might be a little afraid to."
"No."
He chuckled, knowing she'd already given up the fight. Now he had to convince her of that fact.
"Lissa has fantasies."
"I do not," she shot out. "No, wait. Stop calling me that. That's not who I am."
"I think you'd like to act on some of those fantasies, but you haven't found the right man to unleash the wild part of you that aches to be set free."
"And you think you're that man?"
He reached for her, lightly trailing his fingers over her bared shoulders and down her arms until he felt her shudder. God how he wanted to see her face, see her eyes light up with passion, but not here. Here he wanted privacy, darkness, a place where he could hide her away and take a little taste of her.
And maybe, just maybe, get her to admit that the passion boiling inside her was for him.
"Tell me, Lissa," he continued, relentlessly touching her skin every place she was bared. She sucked in a breath when he drew his fingertips over her collarbone and stopped just short of slipping them inside the silky dress to caress her breasts.
She wanted him to. He knew damn well she wanted him to.
"Tell you what?" she said, no longer able to hide her panting breaths.
"Tell me what you want to do right now." Then he did slide his hand inside her dress, lightly skimming the sides of her breasts. They were soft, straining against his hands.
She shivered, her breasts rising against his hand. "I want to go back to the hotel."
Moving his hands inside further, he glided his thumbs over her already hard nipples, rewarded when she sucked in a breath.
"You want me."
"No," she whispered, but her protest was weak.
He reached down, grasped her hand and placed her palm on the granite hard bulge in his pants. "Feel that?"
"Yes."
"I want you. Right here and right now. I've been hard for you for hours. Now tell me what you really want."
She didn't answer, but she didn't remove her hand, either. His cock strained for release. He needed her hands on him.
"Come on, cher, tell me what your mind and your body want. Tell me what you'd like at this moment if you could do whatever you wanted."
"I...I can't."
"Yes, you can. No one's listening but me."
"Please, Aidan," she stammered. "I can't do this."
"Why?" He moved his hand to her hair, loving the feel of the silken tresses gliding along his palm.
"Because it's not who I am. I'm not a hot seductress, I'm not sexually free. I don't give men blow jobs in public parks at night, I don't let a man give me an orgasm in the same venue, and I'm not about to fuck you up against this building."
Her body shook with her words, whether from fear, uncertainty or just plain desire he couldn't tell. "How about you just rub my cock until I come, then?" he teased, trying to lighten the situation.
She hesitated, chewing her lower lip. Finally, she spoke in a ragged whisper. "Okay."
"Huh?"
"I said okay."
Holy shit. She'd agreed. Thoughts of her stroking him outside the busy building already had his cock straining to be free of his pants.
The fact that Lissa was bold enough to agree to it excited him even more.
She reached for him, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him toward her, all vestiges of hesitancy gone. "Kiss me."
He allowed her to pull him hard against her. His mouth swept down over hers and took in her moist, sweet taste, shuddering when the heat passed through him. He let loose the crack of thunder as Lissa seared him with her lips and tongue, unable to control the elements when he couldn't even control himself around her.
"Damn, woman, you make me hot," he breathed against her cheek.
"I can make you hotter," she teased, reaching for his belt and loosening it so she could grab the button of his pants.
Frantically she worked to pop it open and slide the zipper down, quickly reaching inside. She moaned excitedly when she circled his erection with her fingers.
He bit back a curse and rested his palms against the hot brick of the building. Lissa pulled his cock free and circled it with her hand, skimming the tip with her thumb. He ached to spill his seed all over her greedy
little fingers and began to pump his shaft within her enclosed hand.
"It's so hard, Aidan, and pulsing."
"I told you, I've been hard for you all night."
"Good."
Whatever had bothered her before, whatever reservations she'd had about involving herself physically with him, seemed to have vanished. Aidan wasn't about to question her motives, and couldn't at this moment if he wanted to. The feel of her hands grasping his length and circling, stroking, pumping him, was more than he could handle.
Thunder boomed overhead, lightning arcing through the sky for the briefest of seconds, but long enough to capture Lissa's face in its ethereal light.
She grabbed his lower lip between her teeth. Her eyes had darkened, pupils dilated and all but obliterating the sea green orbs. Their eyes met and fire passed between them. Thunder cracked so loud that Lissa jumped, momentarily releasing her grip on his aching cock.
"Don't let go," he groaned.
"It's going to rain," she protested, turning her head toward the ramp of the hotel leading into the lobby.
"No, it's not going to rain." He reached for her wrist and placed her hand over his cock, then folded his fingers over hers. "Do it, baby... make me come."
He kept his fingers on top of hers, loving the sensation of her hand on his penis. He guided her, showed her the rhythm.
"Yes," he murmured, "just like that, cher." She was wild, her movements increasing as his pleasure heightened. The combination of her innocence in public sex and the wicked thrill of possibly being discovered with his cock exposed did a number on his normal restraint.
"Come for me," she commanded, squeezing his shaft harder, grasping him with both hands now and twisting him into knots as she cupped his balls and tugged lightly. "Come for me now, Aidan."
He lost it. Purely and simply lost it. Fighting to keep from shouting out, he leaned against the wall of the building and shot come all over Lissa's hands, pumping furiously into her palm and fingers as his climax soared through him. A fierce wind blew against them, the elements sounding out their own pleasures as he fought to rein in the forces of nature threatening to explode around them.
Melissa stayed with him the entire time, milking every drop with her hands until he relaxed and touched his forehead to hers.
Their breath mingled, hot and spicy and full of arousal. He kissed her lips, tasting the desire that burned within her, knowing that although he'd been satisfied, she was still on fire.
