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The jolt of explosive electricity was a rush I’d never experienced. Almost immediately I was lightheaded, shocked that I’d had that kind of reaction to anyone.
He chuckled, unreactive to the shared moment. “You are a tenacious woman, Sierra. I admire that more than you know. And you’re completely right about your assessment of men. The majority have no clear understanding of a woman’s needs. However, I challenge you that in turn, most women don’t allow themselves the joy of uninhibited and often daring aspects of sex.”
“That’s because it takes trust.” The hint of fear and suffocation I’d faced was fading, the sparring we’d shared more enjoyable than any conversation I’d had with a man in a long time.
“True,” he said, his eyes lit up like firecrackers. “Don’t allow me to hold you up any longer.”
I nodded, turning stiffly and heading toward the cash register. When he didn’t follow immediately behind me, another trickle of bated anticipation floated into my system. What the hell was he doing? While I enjoyed the banter, I had the need to open a bottle of wine and curl up under a blanket watching some crazy horror flick.
Stop lying to yourself. You want what only he can provide.
He appeared almost out of nowhere a minute later, a bottle of the wine he’d been drinking in his hand. “I did very much enjoy your hospitality.”
“Excellent. Thank you for joining me tonight.” Why was I thanking him? Because it was the right thing to do? I wasn’t certain and it really didn’t matter. I’d never see him again. After ringing up the items, he tossed a hundred-dollar bill across the counter.
“Please, keep the change. I never provided a tip.”
This time I gave both him and the money a dour look, but I accepted the cash. After reaching for a bag, I realized Brittany hadn’t restocked them. “Let me grab a bag.”
He lifted an eyebrow then turned his attention to the rest of the shop while I walked inside. I took a deep breath, the conversation more overwhelming than I’d originally believed. I pulled a bag into my fingers, taking several deep breaths as I rubbed my aching eyes. I’d never known anyone to be as oppressive, yet demonstrative, as if he was challenging me to find words to castrate his beliefs. It was all too… familiar.
The lump in my throat was gone, replaced by a strange feeling of claws digging into my skin, slowly clamping around my neck like a tight vise. With one wrong move, the fingers could snap off my head. I pursed my lips, trying to laugh at myself for being so ridiculous. He was flirting with me, his provocative method earning him a gold star, even if I wouldn’t take him up on what could be an extremely explosive couple of hours beneath the sheets.
I laughed softly to myself before twisting, barreling my way forward.
And straight into his arms.
The force we both used almost toppled me to the floor. The bag drifted out of my hand as I was forced to cling to his jacket. He cocked his head, his breathing as irregular as mine as he peered down at me.
I opened my mouth to apologize then couldn’t form a syllable. Being in his arms was crazy, so much so that I tried to push him away. Then he reacted by shoving me against the wall, planting his hands on either side of me.
The moment of utter silence was even more suffocating, but as the sound of my heartbeat mixed with the harshness of his low-slung growl, I found myself fisting my hands around his shirt, dragging myself away from the wall and closer to him.
His musky scent filtered into every pore, staining my skin, infusing my blood. He lowered his head, his nostrils flaring just seconds before he crushed his mouth over mine. The kiss became an explosion of passion, my heart hammering in my chest as he rolled my lips open and closed. I could barely breathe. I had no ability to think, and my vision was a hazy mess of desire and insanity meshing together. Everything was a huge blur, except for the attraction I felt for him.
As I playfully pushed my fists against his chest, one then the other, he slid his fingers to my throat, wrapping them around my neck then rolling his thumb across my jaw. The moment of intimacy refused to be denied, his tongue dominating mine. I was lost in the moment, breathless with wonder as dazzling sensations coursed through me. The way I quivered, the ability to let go around him was insane, but I’d never felt this free in my life, as if experiencing a kiss for the first time.
He squeezed his hand, using his thumb to massage my chin and cheek, keeping me mesmerized as he slid his other hand down my side, slowly curling the hem of my skirt in his fingers. He broke the kiss long enough to allow me to catch my breath as he whispered the kind of dirty words I’d longed to hear from a man.
“I’d love to lick every inch of you, tasting your skin until you begged me to feast on your sweet pussy. Then I’d force my cock down your throat, face fucking you until I filled your mouth with cream. Would you like that, Sierra?” He issued another growl as he nipped my lower lip before brushing his back and forth across mine. “Or would you prefer that I rip the clothes from your body, shackling your arms over your head, leaving you hanging in wait for my return?”
“Yes.” The shock of my easy answer wasn’t lost on the man I didn’t know, a stranger with a deep voice and an even deeper sense of knowing. As he captured my mouth again, another series of explosions swept through my mind and body, my legs quivering as he crawled his hand along the inside of my thighs. The second he rubbed his fingers against my lace-covered mound, I stiffened, pawing his chest as I wiggled back and forth.
Within seconds, my anxiety disappeared, pleasure-releasing pheromones replacing it. The scent of our desires wafted together, creating wave after wave of tremors. He rubbed several fingers up and down my mound, pushing the material between my swollen folds. His fingers continued to dig into the skin of my neck, but I wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t trying to hurt me, just allowing me to experience a small representation of the sexual freedom I’d read about within the pages of the book.
What I was doing was crazy, my hips bucking against him, longing for his touch, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. He slipped a single finger under the thin elastic of my thong, swirling the tip around my clit until it ached. I wanted him to drop to his knees, sucking and licking until I came in his mouth.
As he slipped his finger just inside my tight channel, I managed to ease my hand to his groin, stroking his rock-hard cock. Oh, God. His shaft was thick and throbbing, adding to the crazy yet filthy moment and the dirty thoughts rolling through my mind.
Nothing could have prepared me for the way my body reacted, surrendering in a way I hadn’t done before. I was crazed with need, uncertain of what I was doing, but unable to stop the freight train from picking up speed. He was relentless in his touch, plunging one then several fingers deep inside.
My muscles crushed over the invasion, but not in a way to prevent his actions, instead pulling his long digits in even further. He broke the kiss a second time, lifting my chin then dragging his tongue from the base of my ear all the way down the side of my neck.
Panting, I closed my eyes, continuing to rub his cock, my fingers tingling from the feel of him in my hand. Every guttural sound powered into my ears, every rushing beat of my heart mixing together in a dangerous yet tempting chorus of need versus want. Seconds later, I realized he’d grabbed both my arms, lifting them over my head then wrapping one of his hands around both my wrists.
I blinked furiously, the slight whimper that pushed past my lips giving him a smile. Every breath I took was my way of begging him to continue without words. I couldn’t bring myself to beg for something that should only be shared with someone I knew and trusted.
Not… him.
