He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up, setting her on the edge of the counter. Desire grew wings in her chest and pounded deeper into her heart. There had been men in her life. More than a few, but this was the first man making her melt with his single-minded kiss. Every swipe of his tongue felt like a new explosion rocking her system.
He moved his lips from her mouth and continued kissing her jaw, licking and sucking up to her earlobe.
“You are so fucking sexy, Emi.”
Good lord, she wouldn’t be able to handle much more of those low, raspy words by her ear…or the way he started tugging and her top and gliding his hands underneath to feel on her belly. She had rolls. She was a big, big girl. A big girl that loved her body. She had no issues with self-esteem or any of that non-sense. Her mother having been a curvy dancer and had instilled in her a pride in her curves and how beautiful different bodies were. She had large thighs and chubby feet. Heck, even her arms were quite big, but instead of focusing on that, at that moment all she focused on was how fucking sexy he made her feel.
She clutched at his shirt and pulled up, stopping him from removing her top first. His T-shirt came off, and she sighed at the first sight of his lean muscles. She wasn’t a woman wooed by a man’s physique. Had he been a big guy like her, she’d still have found him just as sexy, but the way his abs shifted when she touched them made her clit throb.
“You’ve got such an amazing body,” she whispered.
“Fuck my body. It’s yours I want naked.” He tugged at her top and removed it quickly. Her bra followed. He inhaled sharply and cupped her breasts. “This. Fucking gorgeous.”
He pushed her tits together and brought his face down to her chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth and groaning as he did.
She arched her back and pushed her tits into his face. Jesus, that felt good. “Oh, god, you do that so well.”
A low rumble sounded from him, and he moved to her other breast. She opened her eyes, unsure when the hell she’d closed them, and realized she was digging her nails into his shoulders.
He continued his decadent sucking of her nipple and slid his hands down to her skirt, pushing the material up her legs until he reached her panties. At first, he rubbed a finger over her wet crotch, and she shuddered. Then he pressed harder. Her pussy ached with the need to be fucked. She wanted him so damn bad. It had been too long since the last time she’d had sex, and even longer since she’d had good sex.
“Please, Zander,” she gasped.
He let go of her nipple, but not before he got a last, stinging bite. “Please what?”
She pushed closer to the edge of the counter. “Fuck me.”
He inhaled deep and licked from her breast up to her neck, grabbing her panties by the center of the crotch and yanking. “First, I need to eat you up like the sweetest fucking dessert. The scent of your pussy wanting my cock is driving me crazy.”
The sound of the panties tearing didn’t bother her a bit. In fact, it excited her to know he could reach her sex with nothing in the way. “Zander...”
“Lean back for me, love,” he said, lifting her legs up to place her feet at the edge of the counter and then glancing down at her pussy. “Yes. See, this is what I mean. Look at you.” He slid his finger between her pussy lips, gliding it up to her clit and then down to her entrance. “So wet. So slick. So fucking ready for me to feast on.”
A heartbeat later, his lips were on her, tasting and driving her mindless with pleasure. He licked up and down her sex, rolling his tongue in circles over her clit. She gripped his hair, holding on to him in order not to lose her balance. Her belly quivered. Her temperature rose to feverish heat. Everything sounded far away. All she could hear was her own breathing growing rougher and louder in her head.
“God, yes. Lick my pussy,” she heard herself say. She wasn’t shy in sex, but she could not stop herself from urging him on. The way he glided his tongue on her folds had her toes curling tight. “Eat me.”
His head rose from between her legs, and she almost came at the sight of his eyes bright gold and his face wet with her body’s essence. “I’ll do more than eat your delicious pussy, Emi. I’ll make you come. Hard. And then I’ll pound you until you come on my dick too. Want that?” he asked, rubbing his finger in circles at her entrance before dipping it in and out of her slowly. “Want me to get your sexy body shaking and coming on my face, and then fuck you so hard you lose the ability to walk?”
She gulped a moan. Her breaths pumped hard out of her lungs. It was almost impossible to reply to him. “Yes. Do. It.”
“Ah, baby. Maybe that’s not good enough,” he chuckled. “Maybe you want me to make you forget how to breathe when I suck your clit and get you to come for me. Does that sound better?” He grinned. “Or are you looking forward to feeling my cock spread your cunt open and claim you?” He pushed the fingers deeper inside her. “Ah, you really are fucking hot. I want my cock inside you. I want to feel your pussy gripping tight, clinging to me and begging me to make you come.”
Oh, hell. “I can live with that too.”
He dropped his head back between her legs and sucked her clit so hard her ass came off the counter. She choked on a whimper. Tension mounted inside her, winding around her limbs and holding her stiff. He flicked his tongue over her pleasure button and fingered her pussy. She was so close to diving off that ledge, to taking the leap and swimming in the ocean of pleasure.
“Mmm,” he rumbled. “Can’t get enough of your taste. Want your pussy squirting on my mouth. Your scent on my tongue.”
SEVEN
Another suck of her clit and there was no controlling her limbs. She let out a low cry of delight as every sensation possible swept through her. Pleasure, pain, shock, need, and hope all flowed out of her heart. She gasped, trying to catch her breath and clinging to his hair to keep her shaking legs from falling off the counter.
He licked at her channel, dipping his tongue deep into her and rumbling his pleasure. She blinked her eyes open and didn’t bother wondering when she’d closed them this time. Zander should come with a warning label: “Might make you forget what the hell is going on” or “You’ll need oxygen after he’s done with you.”
She almost laughed at her own humor, except she could barely hold a breath. She got to a sitting position and pulled his head from licking his way up her body to her mouth. She wanted a kiss. A deep, raw, hungry kiss that would tame some of the need for him inside her. She took the reins, dipping her tongue into his mouth, tasting herself. A low groan reverberated from his chest. He helped her down to her feet and slid his hands down her back, grabbing handfuls of her ass cheeks.
The kiss grew hotter. Dirtier. Louder. She sucked at his tongue and loved how he dipped in and pulled back, adding to her need for more. Sex had been pretty good in the past, but not this wild, not this desperate, nowhere near this demanding desire to be taken by a man. She tugged at his fly and lowered his zipper, pushing his jeans down and circling his erection with her hand. She’d yet to see it, but what she felt was massive. And hot. Smooth, hot steel.
She jerked up his length in her hand, and his body tensed. He broke their kiss and met her gaze. “Now. My cock. Your pussy.”
She nodded, her body already halfway toward her next orgasm.
He flipped her to face the counter, pushing her to lean on it. She spread her legs open and grabbed the other end of the counter for support. Suddenly, he grabbed her large thighs and lifted her off the ground. She squealed and tensed. Dammit, these stupid shifter men’s ability to lift a woman like she weighed nothing was messing with her head.
“Relax, beautiful,” he grunted at the same time he pushed into her, filling her pussy with his cock in one quick, hard drive. She couldn’t feel the floor, and all she could do was cling to the other end of the counter and hope he didn’t drop her. “Fuck, Emi. You’re so wet and slick. Your pussy slurped my cock right up.”
She gulped, loving how full she felt. “Oh, my god, you’r
e insane.”
“Ah, baby. If wanting to fuck you until you can barely stand and leave you full of my cum is crazy then yes. I’m fucking crazy for you.”
She lifted her feet up to the edge of the bottom drawer on her counter and used it for leverage, so she wouldn’t feel like she was getting fucked while flying. There was no way in hell she was Superwoman. Although she’d willingly give Zander a trophy for the best man to do her in a long time.
He pulled back, almost taking his dick all out, and then drove forward, grinding his pelvis into hers.
“My god!”
“That’s it, baby. Take my cock. You feel so fucking good. Tight and wet.” He pulled back and plunged deep again. “I love the heat of your pussy surrounding me. I want to fill that tight little hole with my cum.”
She moaned, clawing at the other end of the counter and gasping for breath. “Zander...”
“Yes. Say my name, Emi. Tell me to fuck your tight little cunt and fill you with my scent. Tell me.”
“Yes, yes! I want you. Fuck me and fill me,” she groaned.
He gripped her hips, fucking her deeper. Harder. Raw. Her pussy felt aflame. Every thrust was an explosion shooting up her spine.
He bit his fingers into her hips. She swore blades were digging into her flesh. Then he slowed down. He pumped deep. And again. Faster. Tension snapped inside her, taking her breath away. She choked a moan out and clung to the counter, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. He licked up her spine and drove deep one final time before stopping and roaring by her ear, filling her with his cum.
His cock pulsed inside. Jets of his semen continued shooting into her channel. A loud rumble sounded from his chest, making her back vibrate. He pulled out of her slowly, leaving her feeling like his cock had imprinted itself in her. As soon as he pulled out, she felt his semen slide down her thighs. She let go of the counter and tried putting her feet on the ground for all of two seconds before he lifted her back in his arms.
“Bedroom?”
She curled her arms around his neck and grinned. “Behind us.”
He carried her to the room. Well. She didn’t usually bring men home. If this was going to be a one-night stand, the night was still young. She grinned, her emotions much too exposed for her own good, but she didn’t care. She didn’t know him, but her instinct told her he was exactly what she needed in her life—a new and interesting man to pull her out of the sadness of losing the club. Zander’s golden gaze held her entranced. She saw the beast in the depths of his eyes. Instead of scaring her, it made her want to know more about him.
“Now I want to lay you on the bed and lick every inch of your gorgeous curves,” he said, opening the door to her room.
Yeah. This was a really good idea.
EIGHT
Zander couldn’t help the grin. Hell, he knew that as far as he was concerned, he’d found the woman for him. Emi was perfect in every way. Now all he had to do was spend time getting to know her better.
He entered his office and thought about the club. Soon, he’d have Charlie’s Deux under his management. He already had the plans drawn up. Today he’d go visit the flower shop early to see if the owner was there. Sneaking a chance to see Emi so soon had nothing to do with his impromptu visit.
He sat down, the weight of his body barely hitting the seat cushion when his phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Zander, hi. It’s Vanessa.” She was his brother Cash’s mate. He’d gotten to know her the past few weeks. He liked Vanessa and her infectious smile and laughter. She was good for Cash.
“Hi, Vanessa. Everything okay?”
She didn’t normally call him, so he wondered what was going on.
“Not really. You see, my dad made a mistake. When he offered up Charlie’s Deux to your father, he didn’t tell him that my cousin was going to open it at her flower shop.”
He leaned back in his chair, visualizing Emi’s smile and the twinkle in her eyes when she laughed. “I understand, but your father has agreed that having us back the new club would be better for Charlie’s.”
“That’s all great except for the fact my cousin had been expecting to be the one opening the club. She’d been working on all kinds of licenses, and by Tigris taking over, she’s pretty much left out in the cold.”
“I’m sorry, Vanessa. It’s nothing personal, I’m sure. Business is this way. You have to go with whoever will be the best management of the club. Maybe your cousin is not the right person for this project.”
“I don’t agree,” she said, sounding exasperated. “My father made a decision years ago and is now backing out so he can give your father what he wants. And as much as I love Vincent, I think this is wrong. I think you, being the project manager, should let him see that taking someone’s dream away from them is not the way to move forward in any business.”
He thought about his love for Charlie’s and how badly he wanted the club for himself. It had been his only request of his father since he started going to Charlie’s. Now that he had the opportunity to make his own dream come true, he couldn’t find it in him to feel bad.
“I’ll speak to my father. I make no promises. You know how hardheaded he can be.”
She sighed. “Yes, I know. Please try. I don’t think it’s fair that she had put in a proposal first and gets shoved to the back of the bus for your family name. No offense. I love you all. And I am not forgetting I’m giving my own name up soon to take Cash’s, but a deal’s a deal.”
She was right. A deal was a deal. If he’d made the deal with Charlie first, he’d be pissed that the old man changed plans for someone else. Now all he could do was talk to Vincent. But first he’d go visit the florist. See if she and he could work something out.
“I’ll talk to you later. Thanks for calling.”
He readied to stand again when his office door opened, and his father walked with an angry scowl.
“Have you had any luck with the florist?”
“I haven’t met her yet. I met her employee, Emi.”
Vincent’s brows flew up. “Emi?”
“Yeah. She was there last night. Owner had left already.” He tried to stop the grin threatening to come loose, but his father noticed.
“Tell me about this Emi.”
“Dad, I know what you’re thinking. Stay out of it.” He picked up his sunglasses and readied to walk to the door. “I don’t need you to do anything to hook me up. I can find my own mate.”
Vincent nodded. “I’m sure you can. You’re the biggest and strongest of my boys.”
Zander grinned. His father actually thought he couldn’t read the reverse psychology going on. “Thanks, Dad. Glad you agree.”
“Where are you going now?”
“To meet with the owner of the shop. See if I can get her to sell.”
Vincent coughed. “Leave that, son. Why not call up this Emi girl and take her to the park inside the building?”
Being a shifter hotel meant they got a lot of people wanting to let their animals roam in forest-like conditions. It was why they’d created a massive indoor park taking up three floors above the lobby and extending out above the parking area. They’d even created a man-made waterfall and pool where guests could swim as their animals without the worry of humans.
“You’re right. That’s a great idea. Humans don’t normally get to see that area of the hotel.”
Vincent nodded. “Exactly. Give the florist a day or two to cool off for not getting the club. You never know what tomorrow will bring.”
He stopped and returned to his desk. He’d set up a picnic in the park. That would be a nice way to get Emi out.
“I’ll see you later, son,” Vincent said, a wide smile on his lips.
Zander couldn’t fault him. He hadn’t tried hard enough to disguise his interest in Emi. He’d have an area by one of the waterfalls closed off for them.
A quick call to his assistant and he had food and drinks being set up in his favorite spot.
Emi sighed. Her stomach grumbled in hunger. She’d been setting up masses of arrangements for some of the largest hotels, and now she could barely move. Her arms were tired, and she wanted to eat. Her thoughts zoomed to Zander. Oh, good lord, of all men with amazing cocks. He’d left early that morning, but not without leaving her trembling and shaking in the bed. He’d picked up her cell phone and added his contact information to make sure she had it. And before he left, he’d kissed the daylights out of her.
The stupid man had made her heart flutter and get all kinds of ideas about romance and love. She could have sworn she’d mentally talked herself into a one-night stand. Lord, she didn’t even know his last name, and now that she’d had his mouth all over her body, it felt wrong to ask him.
The sound of her cell phone ringing knocked her out of the daydreams of feeling like she was too easy for her own good. Seeing Zander’s name pop up on the screen made her forget all about food.
“Hello?”
“Hello, beautiful.”
She curled a hand around the edge of the table she worked on and rubbed one foot atop the other. Great. He wasn’t even physically there, and she was all fidgety.
“Hi. How are you?”
Oh, brother. She needed to snap out of it. Just because he was sexy and fucking amazing in bed didn’t mean she had to get all stupid shy.
“I’m good. I wanted to ask if you haven’t had lunch, can you come over and eat with me? There’s something I want to show you.”
Lovely. Why did her mind immediately think of his words as an invitation to see him naked? She glanced around at the work she still had to do. She should eat a protein bar and continue working, but instead she found herself saying yes.
“I’d love to grab some lunch. I can meet you at the hotel in about ten minutes.”
Who knew that a man with a pretty face and a big penis could get her to be so unprofessional? Just as well, it was her business. Besides, she hadn’t had enough penis in her life to feel guilty over it.
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