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She’d never called, but she’d thought of that number over the years. Wondered what would be waiting for her on the other end of the line.
She almost asked him his name. Could it be possible? Then he looked back at her and her guilt fell away, right along with the panties he reached under her skirt to remove.
Nicky never would have done that. It couldn’t be him. She could’ve asked who he was and put an end to the mystery, but the mystery was half the fun.
Besides, if she was just kidding herself about his identity, she’d rather not know.
Not yet. She wanted sex. Not more reasons to drown in recriminations.
“Right here,” he murmured, confusing her until his hand dropped to the fly of his jeans.
The temptress smile she put on as easily as she breathed curved her mouth.
“Condom? Preferably several condoms?”
He patted his pockets and, coming up empty, smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. Didn’t expect to need any.”
Alana tossed back her wild curls and reached for the bowl of latex on the bar. Way better than peanuts.
“Who comes to a sex club and doesn’t expect to get lucky?” She gave him a thorough up- and- down that turned up the sizzle between her thighs. Very nice. “You’re not ugly.”
“Same goes.”
Still smiling, he tucked the foil package she offered in his pocket then pulled her against him again. Strong lips feathered over hers. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever been kissed tenderly before— and at Kink, the idea was a bit of an oxymoron— but his gentleness had her melting in his arms like Alana- flavored sherbet on a sunny day.
“No more talking, Mac.”
She trembled as his thumb kneaded the underside of her breast. “No more talking.” Distantly, she heard her phone. Sorry, Kelly. Again.
He was about to fuck his dream girl in a sex club. In full view of heaven knew how many people.
Carter Nicholas tangled his hands in Alana’s thick black curls and lost himself in the alluring flavor of her mouth. Tequila, salt and lime, with an overlay of strawberries.
He focused on cataloguing each of her tastes and scents— something floral with a hint of Ivory soap— rather than the unrelenting ache in his cock. Maybe then he’d last long enough to make her come first.
Imagining Alana caught in the throes of an orgasm ratc
heted up the pressure but he couldn’t stop the image from forming— her depthless eyes glazed, her plump red lips parted. Sweet juice pouring over his hand.
His dick.
He groaned and ripped his mouth away but she didn’t give him time to recuperate.
As if no one but the two of them existed, she shimmied her skirt up enough to show off her toned thighs.
God. He’d envisioned seeing her golden skin bare years ago, back when the idea of getting his hands on breasts like hers was no more than a teenage boy’s wet dream. She wasn’t some skinny, insubstantial thing he couldn’t hold on to. Alana actually had hips and an ass he couldn’t wait to squeeze while he pounded into her.
But here? Where such an important moment in his life would be no more than one interlude out of many, and worse, possible grist for someone else’s arousal?
If someone had asked him a month ago, he would’ve said he’d forgotten her. He’d had his share of girlfriends and by nature, he wasn’t a piner. Alana had always been out of reach. The one time he’d tried, she’d smacked him back soundly. So he’d relegated her to the back of his mind, assuming he’d probably never see her again. If he were honest, he hadn’t been sure he wanted to see her again. She’d hurt him, even if he’d known he should have expected no less.
She needed the limelight, he liked being behind the scenes. But she also had a wicked sense of humor and a deep, abiding concern for the people she loved— like Kelly Crossman, who had been important to both of them— and an amazing eye for detail. For two years, her photographs had landed on the front page of their school paper. Everyone had agreed Alana MacGregor was going places.
And here she was, at a sex club. Somehow this seemed like just one more attention- grabbing antic. She couldn’t even have sex in private.
So why did just one look into her eyes make him feel seventeen and stupidly in lust again? Even though she didn’t realize who he was yet, he had to believe she’d give him a chance— a real chance this time— once he’d softened her up with really good sex. He glanced down at his hard- on then back up at Alana. The best sex of her life. Hopefully.
“Getting nervous? Because I’m only getting wetter the more you stare at me.”
