Talk about a kiss.
Oh. My. Gosh.
Lights were flickering over my head, bright and colorful and my pulse was off the charts. He was that good. A man named Roy was the best kisser I’d ever experienced.
I could say all the reasons about why indulging in even a single night with the man was the wrong decision. I could try to fight the desires burning deep within, pretending as if it would be better for both of us in the end, but right now, nothing else mattered but the feel of him touching me.
Kissing me.
The heat of his body transferred to mine, pushing our boundaries while there was no anticipation of anything but tonight.
And it felt damn good to let go.
The kiss was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, so hot and heavy that I was trembling all the way to my core and beyond. So on fire, my skin would likely melt. I slipped my arm over his shoulder and under his thick hair, squeezing his neck as he pressed me against the door.
His body molded perfectly with mine even if he was several inches taller. As if we were made to be together, fornicating in filth. The thought was deliriously tempting, keeping the rush of need building to a precipice with a steep drop-off.
But neither one of us seemed to care.
He cupped my face, rubbing his thumb in soft and slow circles against my cheek. How could any man be so rough on the outside, so damn dangerous he took my breath away, and yet so soft to the point I was lightheaded.
However, I sensed for all his tenderness, Roy wasn’t a patient man. He swept his tongue inside, dominating mine. Not in a forceful way, but a commanding one. He was demanding my body surrender to his. At this point, he didn’t know me well enough to realize I didn’t give in that easily.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, keeping his head in the same position as I devoured his mouth. Or perhaps that’s what he was doing with mine. Either way, all I knew was that the kiss was explosive, the taste of him as stunningly powerful as his scent. The expression he rocked my world was nothing in comparison to this moment.
He was rocking the planet, the frigging galaxy. Every sound he made was guttural. Every growl erupting past our locked lips was savage. Damn it, he was creating a pool of wetness between my legs.
Never breaking the kiss, he struggled to grab the keys I’d forgotten were in my hand. Another command I obeyed. As he fumbled to unlock the door, I wrapped one leg around his massive thigh, squeezing until his hips were driven into mine. My goodness, the man was rock hard, throbbing more intensely than my pulse.
I was close to foaming at the mouth from excitement of seeing him naked. I’d never been the kind of girl to admire a guy’s dick, but I had a strong feeling I’d swoon when confronted with the bad boy.
He grunted in success and as soon as the door was swung open, we tumbled inside. The kiss was broken, our laughter filtering around us. I hung onto his neck for dear life, witnessing his marvelous agility. His arm was around my waist, keeping me in a deep arc, his bend slightly at the waist. Somehow, he managed to kick the door shut, tossing the keys onto the floor as soon as he did.
I threw the bag, wincing when I heard something crack. Probably my phone. Oops.
The only light I’d left on was in the kitchen over the stove. Between that and the shimmer of moonlight cascading in through the open blinds, his silhouette was as tempting as everything else about him.
Roy consumed my mouth once again even when I pushed off him. Our tongues continued colliding as we both struggled in removing our jackets. His arm was caught and he was forced to break the kiss, groaning like a big kid because the thick material had gotten wound around his huge bicep.
“Hold on. I got this,” I told him. His chest heaved and the sight of his jaw clenched so tightly had me laughing as I tried to free him from the tight confines. “The jacket is too small for you.”
He took several gasping breaths, staring down at me as I tugged on the material. If the man became any hotter, he would catch fire. “You mean I’m too big for the damn jacket.”
“Something like that.” The jerk almost pitched me onto the floor. How he managed to get his arm under my butt, lifting and yanking me against him I’d never know. Now I was the one completely out of breath.
“I got you, Clementine. I’ll never let you fall.” Somehow, I knew he wasn’t lying. His voice had dipped low, his silly but rough actions from before taking a momentary break. This man was a gentle giant.
However, as soon as I laughed nervously, he yanked me to a standing position. Why was it the moonlight was able to reflect off his gorgeous eyes? They were mesmerizing, the irises almost as if glittering with gold.
The moment of longing when neither one of us moved lasted for about fifteen seconds before we were actively trying to tear each other’s clothes off once again.
Suddenly, we were nothing but animals in heat, spinning around in circles. The kisses became rougher, the sounds coming from both our throats nothing but pure savagery. We bumped into the door. Then the wall.
Breaking apart briefly, we both took gasping breaths while I grabbed two handfuls of his shirt.
In response he cupped both sides of my face, dragging me onto my toes before engulfing my mouth all over again.
A single sweep of his tongue and I jammed my palms into his chest, shoving him away. He teetered on one foot, slamming into the back of the couch where he didn’t stay for long. Lunging forward, he caught me off guard with his swift actions, which in turn knocked us toward a group of boxes being used as an end table.
With a lamp on top that decided to rocket launch itself into the air. We both tried to catch it, but the ceramic piece had a life of its own, crashing down on the floor, which had yet to be covered with a rug.
The smash and shatter noise was horrific, but instead of horror, we both turned our heads toward the other, bursting into laughter.
Before another rough kiss, his tongue dominating mine.
I yanked his shirt, causing a seam to rip I was so aggressive. We both laughed, but he wasn’t to be outdone, jerking my shirt up and over my head. He had such a dramatic flair about him, twisting the shirt over my head as if in a strip show. I could easily envision him on the ice, his footwork artistic.
From there, everything became one big blur of limbs tangling together, crushed kisses while fumbling to unfasten clothes. His belt was the worst, my fingers numb by the time I managed to pull the thick leather strap through the loops on his jeans.
Tight jeans, I might add.
At least tight enough to see every perfect inch that God had given him. His lips were soft and I couldn’t help myself, biting down on the lower, fuller one until I was rewarded with a single, precious drop of blood. Maybe I was the beast instead.
He stumbled backward, half laughing and half growling as he dragged his tongue across the spot. “You like it rough.”
I wasn’t being very ladylike when I rubbed my forearm across my mouth. “Maybe I do.”
With his smile widening, he took another step away and jerked off a boot. Was he fearful I’d bite him somewhere else? Wasn’t that what happened with wolves when they mated? They bit each other?
Maybe that was another beast I was thinking of.
“Don’t keep me waiting, babe,” he said almost casually. “Take ‘em off or I will.”
“You mean these?” I pointed to my jeans.
“I mean everything.” While he tugged on his other boot, hopping across the floor to keep his balance, I reached behind me, unfastening my bra. Since I wasn’t much of a drinker, it was entirely possible the wine had offered me courage because I was interested in doing a little strip tease of my own.
I cupped my breasts so the material wouldn’t fall, easing one strap down while he was still struggling with the boot.
“Fuck me,” he muttered, now with a brutal yank that pitched him backward against the door. He didn’t care, pushing himself off and tossing the footwear.
As soon as he walked closer as if he was going to interrupt me, I shook my head, even throwing out one arm. “Bad boy,” I tsked and wagged my finger. “If you want to see anything, you need to behave. Can you do that?”
“Me?” he asked, swaggering closer. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll see.”
“You gotta pay to play.”
My comment had him grinning like a kid. While he remained where he was, he decided to continue teasing me by unfastening his jeans, pulling the flaps away and even tugging the dense material down by a few inches.
I’d be damned if the big fat label ‘Calvin Klein’ on the elastic of his briefs didn’t catch my eye. Wow. My mouth was watering all over again, diluting the coppery taste of his blood.
I wiggled my hips before turning around so my back was to him, finally shimmying out of the bra. I repeated his earlier action, holding the bra out to the side and swinging it back and forth.
When I dared look over my shoulder, I was certain he was about to lose all sense of control by the way his chest was rising and falling. His expression was concentrated, almost stern, but he was definitely paying very close attention.
I did a little provocative dance like a stripper, swiveling my hips while allowing my arms to float through the air. I did so again, a little bolder this time, but given I was also a bit clumsy when a single drop of alcohol hit my system, I almost got tangled in my own feet.
What I didn’t expect when I finally managed to turn around was for him to take a tackle run at me like a defenseman, only for football instead of hockey. He swept me off my feet before I even had time to laugh, which I did when he not only tossed me over his shoulder, but slipped me down his back so he was holding me aloft by my calves.
“What are you doing?”
“Where’s the bedroom?”
“What?” I struggled in his hold, swinging my body to try to see what was happening. While my hair was dangling in my face.
“The bedroom?”
Apparently, I didn’t answer him quickly enough because in another surprise move, he shifted, tossed me in the air so I twirled at least twice and landed in his arms like a cradled baby.
I was so stunned my mouth was hanging open. “How did you do that?”
He wasn’t taking no for an answer, moving with long strides toward the bedrooms. The condo was cool because the central portion was the huge living room with a kitchen and half bath, another room as a bonus and two wings that included two ensuites.
“Baby, I have many hidden talents.”
And wouldn’t you know, he’d chosen the wrong hallway.
“No! Other side.”
His grin was sheepish, backing up instead of turning. “You don’t want to christen your roommate’s bed?”
“Since I don’t know her very well, uh, no, thank you. Especially since I wouldn’t mind experiencing all your hidden talents.”
“I’ll warn you and you get only one warning. Be careful what you ask for.”
“Oh, should I be scared?”
So dramatic. He kicked my bedroom door open, storming in as if he owned the place. “Yeah, lady. Very scared.” So true to his form, before he reached the bed, he threw his head back and howled. What was he doing, calling his wolves?
Why was the thought so enticing? Why was my pussy throbbing?
He slowly eased me onto the bed and when I started to move, he shook his head, pressing the tip of his index finger against my nose. “Nope. You had your chance to undress in the living room. Instead, you decided to tease me. That wasn’t very nice.”
“I never said I was nice.”
“Oh, I’ll keep that in mind.”
He stepped away, taking his time to roll his jeans further down his hips. I laid where I was, but after a few seconds, that wasn’t good enough. I rose onto my forearms, biting my lower lip as he peeled his jeans off. Socks next. That left his sexy Calvin Kleins housing one huge monster of a cock.
“Oh. My. God.” The term breathless no longer applied. His dick was a creation of beauty like every other inch of him. I was in awe, but as incredible as the thick appendage between his legs was, my level of excitement encompassed everything.
How incredible I felt, how every muscle tingled, and how there was no nervousness like I’d usually have. Only need unlike anything else I’d experienced.
Although his eye candy would remain a permanent fixture in my mind for years to come.
When he was fully undressed, he moved closer to the bed, close enough the light streaming in through the cracks in the blinds captured him perfectly in all his glory. He stood taller, taking a few seconds to slide his palm with his fingers open down his chest. His smirk grew wider, his eyes piercing mine while jutting his hips forward.
I shifted from one arm to another, stretching my neck so I wouldn’t miss a thing. When he wrapped his hand around his shaft, I heard the moan escaping my mouth. He offered a little show, stroking his cock while never blinking.
Every few seconds I blew out a swath of hot air, finally unable to keep from touching myself. I was that hot, that crazed with desire and he was far away. Much too far away. I tossed my hair, licking my lips while I repeated the move I’d seen, fanning my fingers and sliding my hand down my body.
As I twirled my finger around my nipple, his eyes became hooded, his chest rising and falling in the same rhythm as what his hand was doing. Every part of me was aching, so much so when I dared pinch the tender bud, the wave of pain almost sent me flying to the ceiling.
He half snorted, half laughed as if I couldn’t take the heat and squeezed his cock while rolling his hand back and forth. I wanted to be the one stroking him. I craved rolling his balls through my fingers. And I was the one who longed to wrap my hot, wet lips around his cockhead.
Panting, I brushed my finger to my other nipple, twisting and plucking. It would seem I craved pain. That was something new and different. But very enjoyable.
Now Roy was standing only inches away, close enough I couldn’t help myself, reaching out to touch him. His growl was dark, deep, and a warning to keep my hands to myself. How could I do that when I’d been presented with a feast for the eyes, my mouth, my tongue, my… pussy?
He rolled his balls between his fingers with one hand, stretching his back and purposely raking his other through his thick hair. My, oh, my, if I only had my phone with me. When he dropped his head again, I opened my legs. Another tease. Another offer.
One for which I was rewarded with a wry smile.
The man was just staring at me, darting his eyes back and forth while I was on fire. That wasn’t fair. I slipped my hand between my legs, rubbing three fingers up and down my pussy. With the thick denim in between, the friction I created was both painful and delicious.
His features changed, the look in his eyes entirely different. With a cock of his head, he finally placed his knee on the bed. “No touching what’s mine.”
Of course, I had no intention of obeying him, stroking my pussy while I shifted my hips. Being lightheaded was unusual, the tingling sensations adding to the excitement. Since when had I become a sex-starved maniac?
“You don’t own me.” My words weren’t just a statement, they were offered with a long purr attached. The flicker of light in his eyes had to be imagined, but I could swear for a few seconds they were no longer human.
His actions were swift and dramatic, swinging his leg over and straddling me while ripping both arms over my head. With as quickly as he’d moved, I was unable to prevent him from capturing both my wrists in one hand.
“When I tell you to obey me, that’s what you’re going to do.” His words were just as sensual as before, no animosity or threat, but even so, a series of electric shivers swept down my spine.
“And what if I don’t?” Why did I ask the question? Because I was genuinely interested?
He laughed, long and slow and sexy. “I don’t really think you want to find out.” With his eyes never leaving me, he lowered his head and I thought for certain to kiss my lips.
I was wrong.
His hot breath skated across my jaw while he appeared to be searching my face. What was he looking for? With the way his nostrils flared again, he appeared as the very predator he’d mentioned. A beast who’d not only stalked his prey but found her, now determining how he was going to feast on every single inch.
Why I was holding my breath while waiting to see what he’d do I wasn’t certain, but I was so very much alive and on fire that I couldn’t care less about anything else. He managed to keep his firm hold on my wrists, taking his time to study me. Goosebumps popped along my neck and arms from the raw excitement.
He noticed, his eyes lighting up once again just before he methodically dragged his rough tongue from one side of my jaw to the other. So slowly I couldn’t see his head moving. But I felt him. I sensed him. And my senses were infused by his scent, a fragrance of darkness and the forest, of wet grass and musk.
Like a beast in the wild.
When he reached my ear, he drove the tip of his tongue into the shell, teasing me some more just before whispering a question that would also burn into my mind forever. “Are you ready?”
The question was almost daunting. Was I? Hell, yes.
“Uh-huh.”
He chuckled before nipping my earlobe. But he didn’t stop teasing me. His tongue continued traveling down the side of my neck, the vibrations so intense the quivering had me writhing under him, digging my heels into the bed. He took his time, his hot breath keeping me on edge while his tongue performed magic on my skin.
When he darted his tongue between my breasts, I cinched my eyes closed. Only the images in my mind were nowhere near as amazing as watching the real thing. My eyelids fluttered open again just before the tip of his tongue flicked across my aching nipple. They were already sensitive from my earlier abuse. Now the wetness spiraled through me, sizzling and stealing my breath.
With him taking his time, my panties were already soaked, the scent of my desire wafting between us. Every time I lifted my head, I caught sight of his throbbing cock. How could my mouth water any more than was already happening?
The moment his lips wrapped around my hardened bud, I couldn’t stop wiggling, even tossing my head back and forth. I was alive with sensations, all prickling white-hot shards of the most powerful current possible. He enjoyed himself, pulling the tender flesh between his teeth.
Every swipe of his tongue pulled my back into an arc. I struggled in his hold, twisting my body as the ache in my pussy deepened.
Soon after, he was forced to free my hands. I smacked one against the bed, grabbing the comforter as soon as I did. With the other, I fisted a handful of his hair. Maybe I was doing everything possible to steady myself. Or my nerves.
He kept both hands planted on either side of me while brushing his tongue down my stomach. When he reached the edge of my jeans, he swung his leg to the other side. I moved my hands to unfasten the button, but he pushed them away.
“I gave you the opportunity before. You refused. Now, it’s my turn.”
I refused to be denied or maybe enjoyed pushing his buttons. A single, much deeper growl and I pulled my hand away. He held his weight with one palm while unbuttoning and unzipping.
Nothing about him seemed as if he was in a hurry. His behavior was so unlike every other passionate moment I’d had with a guy before. While we’d had a sense of urgency, this seemed to be something Roy planned on taking his time to indulge in.
Perhaps this was the sexiest aspect about him.
When the zipper had been pulled, he shifted to the very edge of the bed, peeling away the material while I lifted my butt to help him. Just looking at him was sheer pleasure. Yet as soon as he’d tugged the material past my hips to expose my soaked thong, another wave of nervousness hit me.
The heat was oppressive and my entire body began to shake for all the wrong reasons. While he didn’t stop, there was a difference in his touch that was hard to explain. Now his fingers caressed me, brushing across my skin as he pulled the jeans down by another inch.
Roy dropped one foot off the bed and while he tugged the material down to my calves, his eyes never left mine. “You are fucking beautiful, Clementine. A vision.”
I’d certainly never been called a vision before.
Before the jeans came my shoes, but unlike how he’d ripped off his, he was gentle in removing one then the other. And after he did, he rubbed my foot. Who did that kind of thing?
I was in some shock as he shifted to the other one, kneading my arch, which caused a distinct moan to slip past my lips. This was perhaps the most romantically intimate thing anyone had ever done.
When he finally freed my legs, I instinctively tried to roll over on my side and I wasn’t certain why. Maybe because I was still embarrassed. That just wasn’t deemed acceptable. I didn’t need his chest to rumble with a deep sigh to know he had no intention of allowing me to get away with it.
He simply took control.
He grabbed my ankles, bringing my legs together and immediately dropping his head. The man’s kisses against my leg were the most sensual thing I’d felt in my life.
His hold was still possessive, but his tongue was something else entirely and within seconds, I was completely relaxed.
Enough so I became dreamy, starry-eyed as he shifted from one leg to the other. He was methodical, I’d give him that, but the air in the room became denser, which let me know he was losing patience. So was I.
It didn’t take long for his tantalizing mouth and tongue to reach close enough to nirvana that I froze, stiffening with only my fingers clamping around the bedding. I had no idea what to expect as his tongue flicked along the thin elastic of my thong.
Expect the unexpected.
The last words that would flutter through my mind before he proved me right.
A series of deep, rugged growls coming from deep within his chest was only the beginning.
After that, his teeth snagged the wet, silky material just before he grabbed a mouthful with his teeth.
And pulled, ripping the material completely free and exposing all of me.
The next few seconds were a wondrous blur when he lifted and bent my legs, pressing them against the bed and did the unimaginable.
He buried his face into my scorched wetness.