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Her hands trembled. She tried to quiet her breath.
“No one will know,” he murmured. “I promise.” And oh, God, that was all she wanted. For no one else to know anything about her. To be hidden. To disappear in darkness and animal lust and anonymity.
Sophie reached for the top button of her shirt. She fumbled with it. His eyes narrowed as she finally slipped the button free. “The next one,” he said. This time she didn’t hesitate. She unfastened the second button, and the third, then all the way down until she could shrug her blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
She felt more confident now. She was wearing one of her favorite bras. A simple little ivory number made of such delicate fabric that the pink of her nipples was clearly visible. And the matching panties were nearly sheer, too.
“Keep going,” he said.
Sophie unfastened her pants and slipped them down, too. She stepped out of them and raised her head to watch him. He looked even more dangerous now, fierce and aroused, but somehow she only felt calmer. She lifted her chin and set her shoulders and let him look at her until she could hear that his breathing came almost as fast as hers.
His gaze fell to her panties, and she shifted. Cool air touched between her legs, and she knew she was wet already. So wet that she’d soaked through the thin material. She wondered if he could see that, and the idea embarrassed and thrilled her. She squeezed her thighs together. Alex seemed done with ordering her around. Instead of speaking, he stepped closer, moving slowly as if wanting to give her a chance to say no.
But she wasn’t even close to objecting. She watched his big hand reach toward her, and when it slipped over her hip, pleasure flashed through her and then settled deep in her belly.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his hand sliding up her ribs and then back down to her hip again.
Yes, she wanted to say, look at me. She kept this side of herself so hidden, but not with him. With him she wanted to stretch her body out and demand every ounce of his attention.
But she didn’t need to. He watched his own hand as his fingers spread over her curves. She looked down, too, and God, it was beautiful. Her pale, smooth skin under his tanned and tattooed flesh. She could feel the slight rasp of his fingertips and see the long stretch of muscles flexing beneath his inked skin.
Jesus, she wanted to lick every inch of him. Bite his most sensitive spots. Make him suck in his breath and tighten his hold and get too rough.
His big hand slid beneath her panties to grasp her ass and pull her to him. He ducked his head and kissed her.
He wasn’t so careful this time. If there’d been any question about her willingness, she’d already answered it, so his mouth slanted over hers and took her hard. He reached behind her and then her bra was sliding down.
Thank God. She was ready. She needed this. She moved both hands up to his head to clutch his skull and pull him tighter, and now his hands were gripping her ass, pulling her tight to him, kneading her flesh.
There’d be no more waiting. He meant to fuck her today, and she meant to take him.
His hand slid farther down and stroked between her legs. Sophie tore her mouth free to gulp enough air to feed her racing heart.
“Damn,” he cursed, apparently shocked at how wet she was, but she wasn’t shocked. She felt so tight and swollen that she could come within seconds if she wanted to.
Alex backed her up a few feet, and she went blindly with him until her back touched the wall. Then he went to his knees. His mouth was on her before she could brace herself, the heat of him startling through the fabric of her panties.
“Oh, God,” she gasped as his tongue pressed against her, then his teeth scraped against her flesh and she cried out. If he’d meant to tease her, he quickly lost patience and tugged her panties down until they fell to her ankles. If she’d thought his mouth was hot before, she’d been wrong. Now it was liquid fire against her pussy, and his tongue a firm, stroking touch as he tasted her.
He grunted against her, his tongue pushing deeper before it settled against her clit.
Sophie moaned, sliding her feet farther apart to make it easier for him to please her. And God, he did. His tongue flicked her clit, almost too lightly until he grunted again and sucked at it, the scruff of his face scraping her sensitive flesh. His fingers dug into her ass. He sucked and she groaned, then felt him chuckle against her, the vibration of it singing over her taut nerves. She thought she’d come right then, but his tongue was light against her aga
in, teasing, nearly breaking her with the nearness of her orgasm.
Sophie grasped his head in her hands, the prickle of his stubble against her palms almost too much for her mind to process. Yet another wicked sensation to take in. Her palms sizzled with the feel of it as her whole body trembled. His tongue was so light, so torturous, so perfect and maddening.
She gripped his head harder, pressed him tight, and when he sucked at her this time, she finally got what she wanted. Her entire body was that one spot, all heat and pressure and tightness. She pressed her head back against the wall, and let everything spiral tight.
“Yes,” she urged. And then she broke apart, shaking, screaming, pressing herself to the sweet heat of his mouth.
He didn’t let up, he didn’t miss a beat, he just opened his mouth wider and sucked harder and rode the wild spasms of her hips as she came. When the pleasure finally shook its way out of her, she felt drugged. Spent. Her knees trembled with such weakness she would’ve felt embarrassed by it if she’d had the capacity. But she didn’t. All she could think was Oh, fuck.
He was good. So good.
When he rose up, Sophie had to press herself to the wall to stay upright. Then he reached for the buckle of his belt, and she wasn’t sure the wall would be enough. Her mouth went dry and her heart gave up its new languid pace and thumped to eager life again.
Right here. While she was naked, her clothes strewn across the living room floor. With him still fully dressed. He was going to take her right here, against the wall, like she was a toy to be enjoyed whenever he felt like it.
