you.”
“Hey, that’s not—”
“Fair?” Dan’s lips covered hers and she decided she didn’t give a damn what this man did for a living. Fairness was overrated. In fact, she forgot what had annoyed her about the conversation to begin with. She didn’t care about conversation. She only cared that this incredibly sexy, rough-around-the-edges man from Brooklyn, New York City, had her hands pinned to the wall in a hotel room in Washington and was kissing her better than any man had ever kissed her in her whole entire life. She groaned into his kiss. She pushed her hips into the front of his body, suddenly impatient for the big bulge poking into her belly to be poking into her a little farther south.
She felt Dan let her hands loose. The instant they were free she grabbed at the back of his neck, raised a leg as high as she could, and hooked it around his ass.
Dan lifted his lips long enough to continue his teasing. “Greedy little Southern girl, aren’t you?”
“I need it. I want it.”
“What do you want, sweet thing?”
“You.”
“Come on, Taffy baby. Now isn’t the time to be all shy and retiring. Tell me what you really want.”
“Oh, shut up and fuck me!”
He growled.
What happened next was a blur. Tanyalee watched Dan rip open a condom with his teeth, felt herself being lifted off the floor, and sensed her legs being spread wide by the pressure of his large body.
“Push my pants down,” Dan said. He held her up with his hands beneath her thighs, then stepped away so she could reach. Tanyalee tugged at the opened trousers and the pair of boxer briefs beneath, and the biggest cock she’d ever seen sprang free.
“There’s no way I’m ever—” Tanyalee had to stop in mid-sentence, because Dan somehow managed to hold her up with one hand, put on the condom with the other, and kicked away his pants and boxers without a hitch. It was the most impressive thing she’d ever seen a man do, and, frankly, she couldn’t wait to find out what else he was good at.
Just then, he reached up and tore the crotch of her panties to shreds. Both his hands gripped her thighs again. Tanyalee felt light-headed. She didn’t know how she was going to handle all this man, but she was sure going to try.
“Please,” she murmured.
Dan kissed her again as he began to push into her, spreading her, opening her, slowly filling her inch by inch until she thought maybe she was having an out-of-body experience. Within seconds, Tanyalee heard her own muffled cry as a shocking orgasm ripped through her. Dan kissed her harder and gained further ground inside her body, and then he began really giving it to her.
“Oh, my God!” she sobbed.
“Damn, you feel so good. Que chocha, baby.”
She had no idea what that meant but it made her come again. She screamed, then heard a banging on the wall that had nothing to do with Dan giving it to her but good.
A man’s muffled voice said, “Keep it down in there!”
“Ignore him and fuck me!” Tanyalee called out. “Harder! Faster! Give it to me! Oh, God, yes!”
* * *
This woman was going to kill him. Seriously. Dante was in top physical condition and this little piece of North Carolina ass was going to fucking kill him.
He rolled off her and reached for the bottled water he’d ordered from room service about three sex sessions ago, along with sandwiches, a ham and cheese omelet, fruit salad, coffee, and ice cream. He took a big swig from the bottle and passed it to Taffy.
“Thankyousoverymuch,” she managed, gasping for breath. He watched her prop herself on an elbow and gulp, her ladylike manners forgotten as the water trickled down her neck and pooled in the hollow of her throat. He couldn’t stop himself—he leaned in and licked it off, which made her giggle.
“You’re so naughty, Dan Carnes.”
He flopped onto his back with a laugh. “Look who’s talking.”
“Oh, so the big, bad boy from Brooklyn in New York City can’t handle little ole me?”
Dan reached for the towel he’d brought to the bed two sex sessions ago and covered his face with it, wiping away the sweat and what he knew was a goofy smile. “I’m not entirely sure I can, sweetheart,” he answered, handing the towel to Taffy and watching out of the corner of his eye as she daintily patted at her forehead, throat, and chest. It made him smile, because