He lowered his hand to her neck, the main vein jumping at his caress. “I want you, Alexa, more than I’ve ever wanted any woman,” he said under his breath, agony lacing his voice.
She chewed her inner cheek, barely able to rationalize. She wished she could say no, because would she forgive herself if she said yes? A lump formed in her throat. She willed her body to move, to fight the attraction, but she couldn’t jerk herself away from him, couldn’t stop regarding him. His eyes…
His gaze spoke of lust and raw desire, but there was a soulful spark reminding her of all he’d done for his sister. Yes, he’d lied to her, but to protect a sibling. He’d lied because he’d cared for someone enough.
“No more lies, I promise,” he said. Maybe he’d seen her conundrum on her face. “I need to be inside you more than the air I breathe right now. But if you don’t feel the same, I’ll stop. Tell me what you want.”
Damn. If I have sex right now, I’m responsible. I can’t blame it on him seducing me anymore. Fuck, she couldn’t hate him for being loyal to his sister. Besides, he did things to her body no one had ever done before. She took a deep breath. It’s my choice. And that choice was almost as dangerous as what she was about to say.
…
Brooks withdrew his hand from her, even if his heart skipped a beat. He could have swept her off to Pleasureland, but he needed her to be sure she wanted to have sex with him. With him, Brooks Taylor, the bastard who had betrayed her—unworthy of making love to her, but unable to stop trying.
Her pupils dilated, darkening her eyes to a rich cobalt. She lifted her chin, angling her head so close to his, he could dip and kiss her. “Tell me,” he whispered. His cock throbbed, the pounding of blood racing through his veins so powerful, he had to will himself to keep upright and in control.
In control? A voice inside him laughed. Who am I kidding?
He caressed her cheek, tracing a path down her jaw. “Tell me,” he repeated, ashamed of the desperation in his voice. What if she said no? The idea slammed another punch into his gut, this time harder.
“Yes,” she said, her sexy voice thick with desire. “I want you.”
Her confession released the knot from his heart, which slammed against his rib cage. He captured her lips in his, unable to wait another second. She readily welcomed him, parting her mouth for his invasion, and he crushed her against the wall.
Drops of rain kept falling, sliding down his hair and gliding into his clothes, but he didn’t care. He’d have her now even if the place caught on fucking fire.
She squeezed his shoulders, showing him she was as ready as he was.
He conquered her mouth, his tongue stroking hers in an almost violent pursuit, which she met without hesitation. Aroused, he lifted her on the wall, the cue for her to wrap her legs around him. Currents of raw lust rushed to his cock, engorging it until it ached for release.
Impatient, he glided his hand into her skirt, slipping his fingers under her G-string. She bucked her pussy into his hand, kissing him harder, scratching the back of his neck with her long, dark red nails.
Didn’t take him long to find her drenching wet folds, and he tugged at them, pulling a bit until she wrenched her mouth from him and gasped. She touched his cock over his pants, and his hot rod hardened even more at the caress, struggling against the confines of his boxers. A throb filled his balls, weighting them with anticipation.
“Brooks. Now,” she pleaded, clenching his dick.
He lowered her a bit, enough for him to pull down his pants and boxers with trembling hands. When she crushed his lips with hers, pulling him into her arms, desire roared inside him, and he merely pulled her G-string aside, too turned on to care about finesse.
She nipped his lower lip, sending thrills of excitement through him. His frustration with himself, the guilt, the arousal, all blended into an enormous bubble of need. Heat curled into his stomach, every part of him uber aware of the woman giving herself to him.
He slammed his cock inside her, and they both moaned in tandem. Her greedy walls clenched every inch of his rod, the pressure airtight. He licked her lips with his tongue, and when she went to kiss him again, he withdrew his mouth, teasing her. He swayed his hips, moving his length inside her pussy, and she moaned again. This time, he took advantage and captured her lips with his, kissing her with the passionate ardor consuming him.
He pulled out his cock then drove himself into her again, repeating the motion several times, each one harder, stronger, all the way to his hilt. He fucked her like an animal, and she reacted in kind, both hands on his collar, pulling him so tightly, the fabric bit harshly into his skin. The raindrops fell thicker on them, with thunder roaring far behind.
“Don’t stop,” she hissed.
“I’ll never stop,” he said, in the heat of the moment. I’ll never stop fucking you. The idea added another notch of sexual despair, and he slipped his hand under her skirt again, pulling the scrap of underwear to the side a bit more, and he played with her clit.
“So good,” she breathed out in between kisses, her face glistening with sweat and raindrops. “You fuck me so good.”
She let out a sexy, raw, squirmy sound that reverberated through him, sending him so
