The picture was so vivid in his mind. Holding her against the wall while he drove in and out of her slick pussy. She’d be hot and wet, just as he knew she’d been in the steam room. As she’d been in the hallway. Her damp heat had singed his hand through her dress.
If he’d had sex with her at the club, he would’ve been able to understand. There, anything went. No rules applied. That was why he loved Kink. The über-controlled side of him shut down and he became a slave to feeling, enjoying others’ first and then his own.
But bringing her to his house? That was crazy.
Who was he kidding? He couldn’t have just fucked her at the club and turned around and left. This wasn’t some experienced club chick. This wasKelly. He would’ve worried about her all night long, if he’d even made it to the door in the first place.
Worried something bad might happen to her. Worried someone might be with her, might take his place. The very idea made him furious.
Itwasn’this place. She wasn’t his. This whole situation was completely inappropriate. He should turn this car around right now, stop things before they went any further than they already had—
Then he looked at Kelly and saw the naked desire simmering in her eyes and gave up the fight. Tonight had to happen, even if he hated himself for it afterward.
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 shock waves 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.
Inhisbed. 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 grabbing his key fob and slamming out of the car. 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.