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She needed to clear her mind. To let loose. Talking was overrated. Going into any of the bars would involve playing the flirting game. She’d have to catch someone’s eye, smile, look away, look back, bat her eyelashes. Be funny. Be charming, alluring, seductive.
“Fuck that,” she said to herself and marched across the street, away from the bustle.
Small talk and flirtations were unnecessary. All she wanted was to be pushed down and taken hard. To clear her senses, sharpen her view of the big picture. Feeling anything other than numb despair or infuriating frustration would be an improvement.
Keyed up, she raised a hand to hail a cab. Adrenaline was rising. Faster. Faster. The cab took less than ten minutes to get to her destination. The gates were open, and a light shone from inside the office. Though a huge tow truck blocked the majority of the building. If her plan didn’t come to fruition, she’d be even more frustrated. The potent, pressurized need for release was reaching fever pitch.
Without breaking her step, Tess pulled the clip from her hair and threw it away. Flipping her head forward, she tossed it back and popped open her clutch to retrieve what she needed from inside.
Rounding the office building, she almost squealed at the sight of the light in the trailer. So far, so good. Two steps led to the door, she leaned over them to knock loud and sure.
A second passed, something clattered inside then a shadow crossed the lit window. Her heart hammered. Excitement? Anxiety? Who cares?
She moistened her lips and set her determination.
The door was pushed open. Leaning forward, with a flat hand on the door, Danny wore nothing but a pair of jeans. His wet hair was slicked back, curling a little around his ears. Bingo. This was what she needed. In the office, she’d known he was fit, but seeing him half naked upgraded that assessment to ripped.
His brow arched in question. Her answer? The condom between her first two fingers. Without much of a reaction, he stepped back, holding the door open.
Licking her lips again, she went up the stairs to slip inside. Face to chest, just a few inches between them, she closed her eyes in a sultry blink and tossed her purse onto the seat next to them.
“Rev my engine, Danny Boy,” she murmured, stepping out of her shoes and shedding the shawl.
As his eyes grew drowsy, a dimple slowly formed in his cheek. Yes. That was what she needed. Mischief. Abandon. Insanity. Her drawing down the zip of her dress gave Danny the cue to slide her spaghetti straps from her shoulders at an excruciating pace. After forever, her dress drifted to the floor. Gentle wasn’t right, it didn’t need to be drawn out. It needed to be now.
Somehow he sensed the slow tease didn’t fit her mood and flipped the pace. In a rush, he crouched to pick her up, squeezing her ass hard.
Her whole body clenched in response.
Yes. That was it. Hard. Rough. Wild. Desire. Success.
Their mouths met as her legs wound around his torso. No longer lazy, their frantic need ignited an instant inferno. Tess coiled her arms around his head, losing her fingers in his hair, clutching him close and tipping her head to the side to push her mouth harder to his.
The kiss was enough to consume her. Nothing plagued her. There was nothing but this. His tongue, the sweet taste of him, the urgency of his commanding lips. Danny wanted her, though not as much as she wanted him.
They fell to the bed; he pushed her higher to take his mouth to her throat. He slipped the condom from her fingers and from that point, there was only one driver.
With her eyes closed, her head rose and moved to grant him any access he wanted. She needed this. Exactly this. This man, his mouth, and that incredible body. Nothing else existed. The whole world was in that trailer, in the sensations firing through their nerves. He didn’t even expect her to do anything.
Scooping an arm around her, he held her off the bed to peel her bra from her body. Her panties were next to go. When he dropped back down to kiss each of her inner thighs; she gasped and grabbed his hair in both fists. Whatever he wanted to do down there would wait. She needed him, his mouth, his cock, every part of her screamed with need.
“Danny,” she panted, just managing to find his narrow eyes with hers. “Your cock. Give me your cock.”
His primal groan warmed her as he dipped down to lick the seam of her body. Driving her fingers deep into his hair, she dragged him up, his mouth ascending all of her before rediscovering her kiss. Sucking his tongue hard, the clamp of her legs tightened around him.
Some odd, ancient instinct fired through her. She’d never wanted to possess anything or anyone in her life. But there she was, heart pounding against his hard chest, thinking that she never wanted to be anywhere else ever again.
All of her strength wasn’t enough to subdue him. While still kissing her, Danny took her knees and forced them away. She couldn’t prevent him from opening her up to him. Not that she wanted to. Her muscles were still tight, yet he was arranging her like she was his doll.
“Breathe in, Little Red,” he groaned in a deep voice that vibrated her every atom.
There was a tease in that command. Seeking meaning, her eyes opened at the same moment he surged forward and impaled himself inside her. On an involuntary shocked inhale, her world narrowed to exist in that one place between her thighs. No man had ever occupied her so completely. He was everything. Her everything. Just like that, in their fixed stare on each other, she lost some part of herself. Something came loose. Something she should keep secure.
That wasn’t good, but she couldn’t concentrate enough to care. Danny slid back and forward in a slow rocking motion, stroking her inside and out. The movement of his hips sped up and slowed down. It wasn’t a quick, frenzied fuck, but he wasn’t making love to her either.
Watching him watching her, she read his need to get inside her. He was evaluating her. Judging her. Lost in the chasm of arousal, her only goal was to be whatever he needed her to be. Seemed only fair when he was doing such an incredible job of giving her what she needed.
“Danny,” she whispered in a half whine, raising a heavy hand to his cheek.
