Cody

His lips plundered hers, his tongue pushing deep to stroke and explore and leave her breathless. He pressed her up against the brick so that she could feel the pulse of the music from inside. The excitement. And then he leaned into her, his body flush against hers, so that she could feel his excitement.

Emotion rolled through her, a mix of wonder and fear and hurry the hell up.

“Anyone could walk by,” he murmured, feeding her impatience and the dangerous thrill of being caught.

That’s why she had no intention of following him back to his hotel room or taking him home with her. She wanted to live on the edge a little while before she plunged over. She needed it. She’d denied herself for so long and now she wanted to experience the forbidden just once.

The information glittered hot and bright in her gaze as she stared back at him for those next few seconds.

She was through relying on her imagination. She wanted to live up to her reputation. Right here. Right now. Despite the fact that she was hours from home with a man she didn’t know.

Because of it.

She didn’t want any strings any more than he did.

The truth bothered him a hell of a lot more than it should have and Cody stiffened.

He ignored the strange tightening in his chest and focused on the only thing that mattered—pleasuring her. It was her pleasure—her climax—that would feed the beast inside of him.

He caught the neckline of her skimpy top and pushed it down to her waist. Her luscious breasts spilled free. Dipping his head, he caught one rosy nipple between his teeth. He flicked the tip with his tongue before opening his mouth wider. He drew her in and sucked until a moan vibrated up her throat. The sound fed the lust roaring in his veins.

He knew even before he caught the hem of her skirt and felt the bare skin beneath that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Pressing one hard thigh between her legs, he forced her wider until she rode him. Her sweet heat rasped against his starched denim.

She gasped and a shudder ripped through her. He leaned back to see her trembling lips and her quivering breasts.

Shock and surprise swam in her smoky gaze. She’d had sex before, but nothing had ever felt like this. So intense and thrilling and ahhhhh…

Her pulse beat frantically at the base of her throat, teasing and taunting him. A slow hiss slid past his lips.

He shifted, moving and rubbing, working her until he felt her dampness through the rough fabric of his jeans. The scent of her arousal teased his nostrils and drenched his senses.

He caught her lips in a fierce kiss and plunged his hand between her legs. She was warm and wet and swollen. At the first touch of his fingers, she went ramrod stiff. A small cry ripped past her lips and just like that, she came apart in his arms.

A sizzling heat pulsed through her body and entered him at every point of contact—his hand between her legs, his mouth on hers, his thigh pressed intimately between hers. He drank in the sweet energy, relished the dizzying rush of life.

But it wasn’t enough because he wasn’t hilt deep inside of her.

Yet.

He drank in the picture she made, her head thrown back against the building, her eyes closed, her lips parted and trembling. She grasped at his shoulders as the convulsions ripped through her, feeding him yet making him all the more hungry at the same time.

His vision clouded, going from Technicolor to a bright, vivid purple that washed everything. The pale color of her hair and the smooth column of her throat. Her translucent breasts. The clothes riding her waist.

He fought the growl vibrating up his throat and the sharp graze of his teeth against his tongue. If he bit her, there would be no turning his back or leaving her behind. The connection would be forged.

Strong.

Resilient.

Unbreakable.

“More,” she gasped, her eyelids fluttering open.

Before she could focus and see the beast that he knew gleamed in his eyes, he whirled her around and urged her hands flat against the brick.

Her sweet, round ass pushed back against him and he flicked open the button on his jeans. The zipper wasn’t nearly as cooperative. Metal strained and popped and the teeth broke. The denim sagged on his hips and he shoved his underwear down so fast that the material ripped. His erection sprang forward, hard and greedy. The ripe head of his cock pressed the slick folds between her legs and she shuddered.

“Wait,” Miranda managed, the feel of him poised and ready like a lightning bolt to her sanity. She drew a deep breath to steady her rapid heartbeat and remember that while she’d made up her mind to let go of her inhibitions and satisfy her curiosity, she wasn’t kissing caution goodbye.

Her mother had made that mistake.

Three times to be exact.

“We need a condom,” she breathed. “I—I brought some with me.” She motioned to her purse which lay on the ground near her feet. “In there.”

“I’ve got my own, sugar.”

Of course he did. This might be her first time doing something like this, but it obviously wasn’t his.

The realization stirred a strange sense of regret. One that quickly drowned in a wave of heat as he retrieved a small packet, ripped it open and worked the latex down his engorged length. She felt the brush of knuckles against her backside as he positioned himself. His thick head nudged apart her slick folds and pressed into her.

She closed her eyes and relished the feel of him pushing inside, stretching and filling her inch by decadent inch.

Slowly.

Slowly.

There.

He stopped, buried completely for a long moment, the pressure so sharp and sweet that her breath caught. Her heart paused. He throbbed and her body contracted. A wave of impatience went through her, making her nipples ache and her legs tremble.

She moved then, arching her back and sucking him deeper, begging for more of the ecstasy she’d tasted only moments before. She was almost there. So close that she could feel the heat licking at her skin.

The hard brick vibrated against her fingertips, a reminder that she wasn’t just out of her comfort zone when it came to men, but she was far, far away from the safety of her bedroom. The notion fed her anticipation as much as the sounds drifting from inside the club. The music and the laughter and the voices…

A woman’s voice. Clear. Distinct. Close.

“I thought you wanted to go to my place?”

Miranda felt Cody’s muscles tense. Her eyes popped open and her head snapped up in time to see the couple that stumbled around the corner of the building a good twenty feet away.

“Screw that,” the man murmured. “Let’s just do it right here in the alley.” He pressed the woman up against the brick. A trash can flanked them and blocked Miranda’s view.

But she could still hear them, which meant they could still hear her. And all they had to do was glance up.

Uh-oh.

Chapter Four