He groaned as she pushed back against his cock once again. He was steely hard and nudged her back with an urgent thrust of his hips. She moaned and his control snapped. She thought she would die of pleasure when his mouth came down on her neck and he kissed and licked the sensitive skin under her ear. He forced her hands together, gripped them both with one of his to free the other to slip into her hair, twined some strands around his fingers, and pulled her head around so he could capture her lips with his own.
She moaned when his tongue slipped inside her mouth. The low growl he emitted vibrated through her and curled her toes. His tongue dueled with hers, teasing, sucking, tasting. She had never been kissed like this, well except for in her dreams. But this was the same man, after all. She savored his taste, and God, he tasted like sin and everything bad a girl ever wanted but knew she shouldn’t have.
He let out another low growl when she ground her ass harder against his groin. He yanked her coat off her shoulders, let it drop to the ground, and slid his hand around her waist and up under the tight bustier, grazing the soft skin of her belly before cupping one breast through the lace of her bra. Her nipple hardened in his palm, and he rolled it between his fingers while he continued to ravish her mouth, which wrought tiny gasps from her.
His touch coaxed her body higher, hotter, wetter. The possession of his mouth and his rough fingers on her nipple had her teetering on the edge of orgasm. Suddenly, her hands were free and she was spun around, staring into the face of her dream man once again. Her back hit the bricks, and a ripping material echoed through the alley as he tore the bustier and bra open, spilling her breasts out. The cool breeze blew across her sensitive nipples tightening them even more. Suddenly, rational thinking rushed back into her brain and she tried to pull free from him.
She sucked in a sharp breath. “No. Please let me go. I can’t do this.” What the hell had she been doing? She was acting like she was in heat with a man she had never even met. And, God help her, she still wanted him. Her body burned for him, her knees weak with need.
“I can’t let you go, Karen. Not ever again. Stop thinking and just feel. You know this is right. I know you do.” He put his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. He breathed deep and whispered between clenched teeth, “Please don’t fight me, Karen. It’s . . . exciting to me.”
The meaning of his words sparked heat to burn deep in her belly. The fact that her struggle was exciting him should have turned her cold with dread, yet it felt so damn right it scared her because this couldn’t be normal. One couldn’t just come across a strange man in the street and know that this was going to happen and that it didn’t matter if you’d just met because it was . . . fated.
Fated. That’s what it felt like, but did she believe in such a thing? She stared at his beautiful face, and suddenly, his eyes opened and she was drowning in green seas. His stare was so intense she couldn’t breathe. She knew he was staring straight into her soul.. Every thought, every desire that lived there lay open like a book for him to read.
“Anthony, I don’t understand.” Her breathless plea was laced with confusion and desire.
“Trust me, Karen. This is right and you know it.” He rubbed his cheek against her face before bending to cover the pink tip of one nipple with his mouth. Her shock was short lived as he pulled her deep into his mouth, and rolled his tongue around the peak over and over before doing the same to the other taut bud. Her knees nearly buckled and her skin turned hot. She felt achy, needy.
She pushed her hands into his hair and tugged him harder against her. He dropped to his knees in front of her, and completely forgetting that she was in an alley in the middle of the night, she arched into him. She didn’t care what they did or where they were. She didn’t care about any of it as long as he didn’t stop touching her. Wouldn’t Sal and Jenny be shocked to see what she was doing? His teeth scraped her nipple, and she cried out and grinded into him harder. He kneaded her ass and roamed his hands over her back.
“God you are so damn beautiful. Your taste is like nothing I’ve ever known. Sugar, honey . . . you.” He scraped his teeth over her nipple again and enticed another cry from her. “It’s too late for me to stop this, Karen.” He sniffed the air and fixed his half-hooded, sexy as sin eyes on her. “I know you don’t want me to stop, either. Your scent calls to me, teases me, begs me.”
His voice was low, gravelly, mesmerizing. It promised long, passion and pleasure-filled nights. She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled him to her while she snuggled her hips closer. He stroked her thigh and skimmed his fingers up under her short skirt to palm her moist heat through her panties. She cried out, and he dragged the fabric to one side and pushed two long fingers into her wetness. Her muscles clenched around him, which dragged another growl from the back of his throat.
He rested his forehead against her belly and wrapped his other arm around her lower back, urging her to ride his fingers. She needed little encouragement and pumped against him, eliciting pants from him in response to her excitement. He circled her clit with his thumb, and she continued rocking against him. When she neared her climax, he slipped out of her body and bunched her skirt up around her waist.
He gasped when he saw the fishnet stockings were held up with lacy garters. “You are so damn beautiful.” His eyes burned into hers and his gaze never wavered as he reached down and freed his cock from his jeans, grasped a globe of her ass in each hand, and picked her up.
Her eyes flew wide when he sprang free from his jeans. He dragged her up his big body with ease. “Anthony—
“Don’t say a damn word, Karen. I can’t wait any longer. Just wrap your legs around me.”
She did so without hesitation and he entered her in one smooth thrust, seating himself deep into her wetness. He pushed her against the bricks. He made sure to keep his hands between her back and the wall to shield her from its roughness before he seized her mouth once again while he possessed her body.
He was big and hard and filled her completely, stretching her to the limit. This was no gentle coupling. He took her just as he had in her dreams, demanding submission. She held on to him while he buried himself into her, pulled nearly free of her body before plunging deeply again. He repeated the movement again and again until she was mindless with pleasure. Her breaths came in short gasps, her fingernails dug into his shoulders, and she silently screamed in ecstasy.
Every thrust of his body was a brand, a claim of what was his. She could feel it deep inside her, feel him deep inside her, and feel her body respond to his demand. She shouldn’t feel this way, shouldn’t want to give herself to him. But she did. She wanted him to take everything from her. She wanted to take everything from him. She wanted to be imprinted with his scent, his touch. She never wanted to forget this moment . . . or him.
His hips rolled against her in relentless waves and she welcomed him into her body, her inner muscles gripping him tightly in anticipation of her orgasm. She was so close, yet she wanted to savor every moment, every touch, every caress, every lick. She squeezed her eyes shut while he ravished her mouth and conquered her body. She loved how he felt inside her, how his cock dragged against every sensitive nerve.
Warmth flooded her womb and spilled over until it reached her skin, heating it even more until a fine sheen of sweat broke out on its surface. She gripped Anthony’s shoulders tighter, pulled her mouth from his, arched into him, and cried out her release into the calm night air. He stilled for a moment, as if savoring her pleasure, before he pumped into her harder, once, twice, three times. He threw his head back and let out a feral growl before coming inside her. Her muscles held him tightly and wrung every drop from his hard body.