Big watched her long lashes flutter until pools of chocolate brown gazed fuzzily up at him. He dropped his head until his lips were hot on her ear. "Alisha," he murmured darkly, feeling her tremble against him, "I'm going to fuck you until you can't move." His tongue darted out of his mouth and traced the shell of her ear, smiling devilishly when she trembled even harder.
The wicked promise and swirling tongue around her ear made her eyes roll back into her head. "Can't wait. Let's go," she groaned, pushing him back and heading for the door.
He grabbed his two guitar cases and followed her out the back entrance onto the dimly lit sidewalk.
Lifting two fingers to her mouth, she whistled for an approaching cab that pulled to a screeching halt at the curb.
Big reached for the door handle and cast his eyes back towards her. "You sure about this?" he asked gruffly. "'Cause if you're not, tell me now." He didn't know where this bout of conscience materialized from, but he prayed like hell she wasn't about to change her mind. There weren't enough cold showers in the world.
Alisha turned to face him fully, her eyes holding his. "I'm sure," she smirked impishly. "So, shut up, and get in the damn cab." The smile he gave her in return could tempt the devil, she decided, turning and opening the door. Her heart hammered loudly as he put his guitars into the car first and slid in next, rattling off his address to the driver. His hand snaked around her wrist and pulled her fluidly down beside him and she shut the door soundly. The cab pulled out into moving traffic.
This was really happening.
The cab ride, in reality, was rather short, but to Big it felt like a fucking eternity. As it turned out, Alisha Larrington was a little (a lot) hands-y on the ride to his place and tried to tease him within an inch of his goddamned life. And okay, so maybe he'd started it by tangling a hand in her hair and whispering all the things he wanted to do to her once they got to his apartment. She'd shot him a warning look, which he didn't take seriously. In his defense, she negated the look entirely by mewling at one of his suggestions and pressing her head against his fingers while biting her lower lip. (Hot as fuck, in case you were wondering.) He was dangerously close to embarrassing himself like a teenager and ruining his reputation and any chance to fulfill his promise to her, when he tossed her hand away and pinned her against the door, her eyes rounding in shock, a cunning smile stretching slowly across her face. "I'm gonna pay you back for this," he mumbled.
His eyes sparkled deviously in the passing streetlights as they stared into her hers. She saw the muscles in his jaw twitch again and bit back the moan in her throat from how gorgeous and sexy he looked at that moment. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth again and watched his eyes fall to her mouth, heard his sharp intake of breath and the muttered oath pass his lips. "I hope that you do, Big," she murmured.
Alisha Larrington was a seductive vixen. He felt like he was on the verge of winning the sexual lottery. Thanking every higher power when the cab slowed to a stop, he tossed some bills at the driver and pulled Alisha away from the door. She nipped at his earlobe and whispered Thank God. With a tempting smile, she opened the door and slipped agilely out of the cab.
He followed suit and hitched the straps of his guitar cases up on his shoulder as the cab drove away. Striding purposefully towards the door of his building, he fished his keys from his pocket and held the door open. Alisha ducked under his arm and into the dim lobby.
Her heart was about to pound out of her chest. With dark eyes, she looked up at him and said, "Lead the way."
Chapter 11
Alisha pressed back against the door, his body caging hers as he reached behind her to undo the locks. His heated eyes were intense on hers, and went heavy-lidded when her fingers skittered along his jaw and down the strong curve of his neck. She dropped her hand between them and slowly worked the buttons of her coat, letting it fall open. Her eyes danced devilishly when his hungrily combed down the length of her body.
Big put the key into another lock and parted the fabric of her coat, running a hand over the planes of her taut stomach, smirking when she quivered beneath his touch. He moved to undo the final lock when her tiny hand began stroking his arousal through his jeans. When he fumbled the keys, she let out a low, sexy laugh that had him inhaling a sharp breath. "You're such a fucking tease, Alisha," he rasped, making her lips curve slowly. Finally managing to get the goddamn door open, he pushed her back into his apartment and kicked the door closed behind them with a resounding slam as he set his guitars down and shed his jacket as quickly as possible.
He rounded, tugging her coat off her shoulders and letting it fall carelessly to the ground as he pressed
