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He followed the curve of his driveway around the back of the house and killed the engine. They were both breathing hard and they hadn’t even touched yet. Not enough.
That was about to change.
The first brush of his knuckles over her bare thigh sent shockwaves up his arm. Soft, so soft. Need roared through him, flattening his objections.
God, he’d been thinking about her all night. About exploring her sexy body, pushing his fingers into her until she was writhing for his cock. Grinding his palm against her had increased his desire tenfold. And now she was so close, her silky, slick pussy his to enjoy.
She didn’t shy away from his caresses. Her knees inched apart in a silent request and her eyes practically begged him to touch. To take.
He tugged up her dress and skimmed the pads of his fingers over her bare, hairless mound. Sweet hell, she was just as ready as he’d known she would be. Her orgasm must’ve barely taken the edge off. He slid in one finger, hesitated only briefly before adding a second. Fuck, she was tight. She was also as hot as liquid fire, searing his hand.
His erection swelled even more as he sped up his strokes. She moaned, loudly and without restraint, squeezing him with her inner muscles. As responsive as she was, she’d be incredible in bed. In his bed. If they made it that far.
With every touch, her whimpers intensified. Leaning in to engulf her lips with his, to swallow those breathy moans, would be so easy. Like sticking his head under water and letting himself drown.
In some ways, he’d been drowning since the first day he’d looked at her. Damn ironic he’d fought so hard only to end up in the place he’d tried to avoid.
She cried out as he pumped into her more deeply, cried out again when his fingers curved. As her walls tightened around him, he stopped, not wanting her to orgasm yet. She moaned when he drew his fingers free with a sensuous twist, her cunt squeezing to keep him wedged inside her.
Her need fragranced the air. She smelled amazing. What would she taste like? His hand stopped halfway to his mouth, saliva already pooling for a sample.
Her knowing little smile goaded him into pulling his keys out of the ignition and slamming out of the car. Christ, she might as well have taunted him.
You tried to resist me and you failed.
She’d pay for that, just as she’d pay for making him so damn hard he could barely walk up the short flight of steps to the back porch.
He heard her car door shut and then the smart click of her heels. He pretended to be unlocking the door but the minute he heard her soft intake of breath at the top of the stairs, he turned and hauled her against the wall. The small light by the door flickered, casting shadows across her surprised face. She was waiting for a kiss, he knew, but he wouldn’t do this her way. Not any longer.
She’d broken his resolve, cracked his focus in two. Work didn’t matter anymore, and there was no tomorrow. There was just shoving up her flimsy little skirt and fumbling for the condom he’d tucked in his back pocket at the club. The one he’d never used with Nina.
Her nipples rubbed against his T-shirt as he unzipped his pants and forced the latex over his erection. He hissed when her fingers skimmed through the hair at the nape of his neck. As soon as he was sheathed, he lifted her and plunged deep. Her legs wound around his waist. Long fucking legs she had, and the sweetest, slickest pussy he’d ever slid into.
He didn’t take time to make sure she was right there with him, because there was no need. She was so wet he almost lost the rhythm before he found it. She clasped him tight every time he entered her, her walls rippling around his length. He dug his fingers into her hips, jerking her back against the siding until she let out a cry he wasn’t sure was only passion. He almost asked if he’d hurt her but her cunt clenched around him, spurring him on.
He wasn’t cruel, but he also wasn’t known for his gentle nature. She’d wanted to be fucked, and he was fucking her. And if his goddamned guilty conscience wouldn’t shut up soon, he’d—
“Yes,” she gasped, her nails raking his neck. He could feel her pulsing around him, tightening until he had to shove himself in and out. Her moisture burned right through the condom as he pumped harder.
He’d make her come and he’d watch. List or no list, she wouldn’t check him off like she did a carton of eggs at the supermarket.
Kelly’s tawny eyes glowed in the half-light. Perspiration slipped down the apples of her flushed cheeks, trickled down the cleavage pushed over the top of her dress. She was so pretty like this, lost in pleasure. He doubled his efforts. He wanted to feel her shatter around him, needed to be drenched in all that cream.
“God. Spencer. Spencer.” She kept saying his name, chanting it. She sounded so sexy. Each time she said his name, his balls drew tighter. Anytime now he was going to explode and hell if he could stop it.
Hell if he wanted to.
Every breath he took ravaged his chest. He was on fire, inside and out, his body one massive throbbing nerve. She cried out again, a shrill piercing noise he should’ve worried would wake the neighbors. But there was no room for worry now.
Her body bucked, her release streaming like a hot spring over his cock. There. Right there. He groaned as his cum jetted into the condom. Panting, riding out the moment, he hammered his hips against hers without thought to bruises or consequences.
From her wild moans as she received him, she didn’t seem to mind.
They didn’t move for a while, plastered together and gulping for air. Then she pushed at his shoulder and yawned.
“So glad you managed to stay awake,” he said when he finally trusted his voice. She looked used and sleepy and unforgettable.
He wanted to kiss the smirk off her face almost as much as he wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk. “Late for me,” she said, planting the heel of her hand on his chest. Only then did he realize she’d looped her purse around her wrist. “I’m thirsty.”
