Heath (Wild Boys After Dark, #2)(2)

Yes. I want you inside me. “No.” She squeezed her thighs together to try to satiate the longing between her legs. Every suck and stroke of his tongue made her nipples harder—if that was even possible. Good Lord, he was going to make her come again without even touching her below the waist.

He stepped back, assessing her body with those lust-filled eyes again, pinning her in place as they slowly dragged over her.

“You’re f*cking beautiful, Ally.” Her name slid off his tongue like a sensual promise. He took his time stripping off his trousers and dress shirt, leaving his tie loose around his neck and his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs covering his enormous erection.

Heat thrummed through her at his casual striptease.

“Heath what?” The question was driven by nerves.

His confidence was titillating, the way he languidly laid his dress shirt over the back of the chair, then did the same with his pants. He stopped mid-move, pulled his shoulders back, and eyed her skeptically. In the space of a breath, Ally drank in his five-o’clock shadow, which gave him an edgy aura. His skin pulled taut over his handsome, squarish face and strong jaw. He had full lips, and his mouth was slightly small—though she already knew it gave great pleasure. He turned, squaring his broad shoulders, and her eyes dipped south, to the perfect planes of flesh before her.

“I’m not looking for anything more than tonight, Ally. No last names, no talk of what we do for a living. Just a night of intense pleasure. Are you okay with that?” He lowered his chin, and his eyes implored her to answer.

“Yes,” she said with confidence. That’s what she’d been assuming anyway. Nothing new there, but hearing the words made her feel a little…something. Cheap? No. Definitely not. They brought a rush that was even more powerful, more enjoyable.

His cock twitched beneath his briefs as he stepped closer, leaving only a sliver of space between them. She raised her eyes and met his hungry gaze, unable to stop thinking about the tie dangling from his neck.

“Good, because while I would leave you, I really don’t want to miss out on experiencing you.” He paused long enough for that suggestion to sink in. “I’d really like to tell you to get on your knees so I can see those luscious lips sucking my cock, but I’m a gentleman.” He ran his knuckle down her cheek.

She closed her eyes with the intimate touch. Her knees were about to give out when he put his hands on her waist, and she opened her eyes.

“You still with me?” He stepped in closer, rubbing his cock against her thigh.

She nodded, swallowing hard against the urge to—God, she didn’t even know what. Kiss him, suck him? Lick those incredible abs?

He lifted his chin toward the bed and raised his dark brows, then pressed a hand to her lower back. He guided her to the bed and came down over her, wasting no time in possessing her mouth again with his eager tongue. He fisted his hands in her hair, tugging just hard enough to sting, a scintillating mix of pleasure and pain. She rocked her hips against his hard length and he returned the movement, creating delicious heat and friction between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting more, needing more, as his mouth found her neck again. Oh God—her neck. He released one hand, keeping the other hand fisted in her hair and holding her in place, he slid his fingers inside her thong again and he stroked her wet folds. With a tug of her hair, he wrenched her neck back as he buried his fingers deep inside her, stroking her into a furor of need. She writhed beneath him as his mouth wreaked havoc with her brain, licking and sucking his way over her collarbone to her breast. He teased her through her bra, then bit down, sending shocks of pleasure rippling through her. Her eyes slammed shut.

“Come for me, Ally.”

He bit down again and she cried out as her body spiraled out of control. Her hips rose off the mattress, and light exploded behind her eyes as the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced tore through her.

“You’re so f*cking hot. So f*cking wet.”

He buried his tongue in her mouth again. She couldn’t breathe, still trying to recover from the orgasm that hadn’t yet fully eased. He breathed air into her lungs, and when he withdrew his fingers from inside her, she whimpered with need.

He stroked himself through his briefs, once, twice, along his hard length, making her salivate for it. For him. His eyes narrowed as he met her gaze.

“Fuck, Ally. That was incredibly sexy.”

He stroked himself again, then came down over her and kissed her softly. It was a kiss of lovers, not strangers, and she found herself getting lost in it. In him. He smelled of leather, spice, and sex, and she rocked into him again, needing more of him.

He bit her lower lip and pulled gently as their mouths parted. Then he dragged the finger that had been inside her over the tender spot. Her scent, her taste, lingered on her lips. When his tongue swept over the same path, she nearly came again from the dirtiness of it all. Her mind was foggy with desire, and when he slid the tie from around his neck and looked down at her, she had a fleeting thought that maybe she should be scared. He might choke her. She didn’t even know his last name, after all. But she wasn’t scared. She was f*cking turned on.

“May I?” he asked.

She trapped her lower lip between her teeth and nodded, having no idea what he was thinking.

He smiled. “Have you done this before?”

“No, but I haven’t been to Coney Island or a zoo either, and I know I’d love them.”