about his reticence since I totally get it, but goddamn it, I am not letting that stop me.
Taking his hand, I look both ways down the street. It’s empty—everyone’s either at home already or still inside drinking. “C’mon, follow me.”
I tug him down the sidewalk and turn into an alley; one I know is always dark.
And it is.
It’s so dark, in fact, that I stumble on a loose bottle as soon as I step inside, and he catches me around the waist again to keep me from falling. His large hands slide down my stomach as his entire body molds against me from behind, and fuck, he’s so hard, I can feel his cock even through his pants.
He kisses my temple, and I let my weight fall back against him, tilting my head up, blatantly asking for a kiss.
Tall, Dark, and Handsome doesn’t tease me or torture me. Nope, he just goes straight in for the fucking kill. One of his hands moves up to grip my jaw as he kisses me so deeply I can hardly breathe.
Not that I’m thinking about oxygen right now.
That’s the furthest thing from my mind as his tongue strokes against mine, tasting and devouring every inch of my mouth. I’m rendered pretty much immobile by his hold on me, so all I can do is let the rush of sensations flow through me.
My knees, already weakened by his sultry voice and fucking hypnotic eyes, threaten to give out entirely, and in response, he just grips me tighter. I’m 5’8”, so I’m not exactly a petite and dainty flower, but he makes me feel small and almost helpless—in a way that makes my panties wet.
By the time our kiss breaks, we’re both breathing hard, and I can feel the heat blazing through him, warming me everywhere we touch. He loosens his grip enough to spin me around, and when we’re face-to-face, he backs me up against the brick wall. We’re only a few feet from the mouth of the alley, so some light from the street still reaches us. It makes his dark blue eyes glint as he looks down at me, his hands moving possessively over my body—tracing the lines of my boobs, my hips, my waist, my sides.
He’s staring at me intently, almost like his gaze could penetrate right through me if he looks hard enough. Like he can see right through my outer layers to what lies beneath. It makes me squirm uncomfortably, although it’s not my bra and panties I’m worried about him seeing, but other, more vulnerable things.
Like my damn soul.
This is starting to feel… not like a one-night stand, and I don’t like that one bit, so I grab his head and kiss him, hard.
That snaps him out of whatever weird analysis he was doing as he stared at my face. He kisses me back, matching my intensity and raising me. Our mouths are fused together like we each lost something down the back of the other’s throat and are searching desperately for it with our tongues. I delve my hands into his hair, which is thick and soft as velvet between my fingers, arching my back away from the wall to get closer to him.
His warm, long-fingered hands slip under the fabric of my tank, sliding over my stomach before massaging my aching breasts. My nipples are so hard it’s almost painful, and every time his palm brushes against them, little zaps of lightning travel from my boobs down to my clit.
“Oh fuuuuck,” I groan.
It’s supposed to be quiet and breathy, but it comes out a lot louder than I mean it to, giving away the raw need coursing through me. I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t had sex in forever, or if this guy is just that damn good, but I’m coming apart at the seams here.
He pulls away again, and in the soft glow of the street lamps outside the alley, I can see that his perfect dark hair is mussed from my fingers. I like it. It makes him seem a little more human and a little less like some kind of immortal god of sex and power.
“Are you still sure you want this?” he asks, his voice rough and low.
I can’t muster any of the false bravado I had in the bar. I know this guy is going to fucking ruin me.
But I also sure as hell know my answer.
I nod, my chest rising and falling fast as I suck in oxygen