Bad Boys After Dark

by Melissa Foster

  Holy fuck.

  Why was he picturing her anywhere other than on her knees sucking his cock?

  He pushed the image of her reading away, then gave it an extra shove to make sure it stayed there as he entered her bedroom. Christ, the entire room was decorated in creams and pinks, with frills and a country flair. She was so different from the women he usually hooked up with, he got a pang of something in his chest, like he had the other night. He tried to escape that feeling with another kiss, but the more they kissed, the fuller his chest became. As their lips parted, he noticed a mirrored headboard.

  Things just got more interesting.

  He claimed her mouth again, more demanding this time. God, he loved kissing her. She gave each kiss everything she had, and it was hot as sin. She was still in his arms, and he followed the line of her legs down to her sexy high heels, carefully slipping them off. They dropped to the floor, earning a sultry smile as he toed off his shoes.

  She clung to him as he stripped the blanket to the foot of the bed, and she kissed him hungrily as he lowered them both down to the mattress. When he touched his mouth to her neck, giving her warm, sweet flesh a good, hard suck, she made a greedy sound that shot straight to his groin.

  “Kiss me again,” she pleaded. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long. I don’t want to rush through it.”

  Holy fuck did he like knowing that. As their mouths came together, he forced himself to slow down. Women asked him to fuck them, to take them, but never to kiss them. Hearing those words from Sophie made his chest constrict. She moaned into his mouth, and he inhaled that sexy sound, wanting to fill himself up with her. He’d never been a big kisser, not when there were more pleasurable ways to spend his time, but he could kiss Sophie all night long and never tire of it. Her hands moved from his arms to his face. Her fingers were soft and warm, and when he drew back with the need to see her eyes, to see what she felt—another new desire—she grabbed him harder, refusing to let him break their connection, sending bolts of heat darting through him.

  His hands skimmed down her sides as he rocked his hips, pressing his hard length against her center and earning another heady sound. He wanted to strip her bare and drive himself into her, but the longer they kissed, the softer her body became. All her lush curves molded to his hard frame, and it was heavenly. Her heart thundered against his chest, and the deeper he took the kiss, the more sensual her sounds became, until she was writhing and whimpering, her hands still on his face. Hearing those sinful sounds, feeling her intimate touch, took him higher, made him want to kiss her longer. He felt himself unraveling, disappearing into her very being.

  When they finally came up for air, he buried his hands in her hair and kissed her again. Her eyes fluttered open, making her even more breathtakingly beautiful.

  “Fuck, Soph. Your mouth is heaven and hell at once.”

  A smile lifted her lips, and with a hand on the back of his neck, she pulled him down. “Kiss me again.”

  The ache in her voice pierced his heart, and he took her in a long, slow kiss that wound through him, calming all the restless parts of him.

  He traced the swell of her lower lip with his tongue.

  “Oh God,” she said in a heated whisper. “Do that again.”

  He slid his tongue along the bow of her upper lip, earning a dreamy sigh that was as erotic as it was sweet. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then slicked his tongue across her lower lip, fulfilling her wish. When he nipped at her jaw, she whimpered and trapped her lower lip between her teeth.

  He lifted his gaze to hers, and she said, “I want to kiss you more, but I also don’t want you to stop what you’re doing.”

  He lowered his forehead to her shoulder and chuckled. “How can you be the sexiest woman I know and the cutest?” He lifted his face, meeting her smiling eyes, unable to remember the last time he’d laughed when he’d been with a woman, or for that matter, the last time he’d said more than a few choice words during a sexual interlude.

  Her cheeks pinked up, and she put her finger over his lips, her eyes morphing to pure seductress. “Less talky, more kissy.”

  “Oh, I’ll give you more kissy, you little minx.”

  He lavished her neck with openmouthed kisses and sank his teeth into her neck, sucking until she was writhing and clawing at his shoulders. He blazed a path across her breastbone, traveling south along the center of her chest. When he reached the fabric of her dress, he sealed his mouth over the exposed swell of her breast.

  “Oh God. So good,” she panted out.

  Her hips rose off the mattress, and he pressed his cock firmly between her legs, pinning her beneath him as he continued his oral exploration.

  “You look gorgeous, baby, but this dress has to go before I tear it off with my teeth.”

  He grabbed the neckline between his teeth and her eyes flamed.

  “No. Don’t,” she said quickly.

  He rose onto his knees as he lifted her dress over her head and tossed it onto a chair by the window, leaving her naked save for her black silk lingerie. He sat back on his heels, drinking in the sight of her. Her long brown hair hung sexily tousled over her shoulder on one side and over her breast on the other. He unbuttoned his shirt, holding her gaze as he took it off and dropped it to the floor. Her eyes moved heatedly down his chest and abs. Being fit was an added benefit of working out the rage that had consumed him after he’d lost his sister. He was solid muscle, and he was used to the appreciative looks it earned him, but seeing that look from Sophie made his chest feel full again.

  She ran her fingers over the tattoos on his right upper arm and ribs. Her hand trailed across his chest, down his sternum, and traced the lines defining his abs. Her gaze was sultry and intent as she lifted her eyes to him and went up on her knees. She placed both hands on his cheeks and said, “I bet women go crazy over your body, but as much as I like it, it’s your face that holds me captive. The look in your eyes right now is so much sexier than all those muscles.”

  Brett had thought himself impenetrable, but in the space of a few short seconds, Sophie blew through those defenses. His brain told him to annihilate her romantic thoughts by being a prick, but his heart stood in the way. His goddamn heart was taking her words and tucking them away. Fucking heart.

  He didn’t know what to do with those new emotions, so he tried to avoid them. “Soph. Less talk, less clothes.” He unhooked her bra and slid it off her shoulders, freeing her gorgeous breasts.

  Her cheeks flushed, and he cradled her face in his hands, smiling for the hundredth time since they’d come together. “By the time tonight’s over, you won’t have the energy to be embarrassed.”

  He stepped from the bed, withdrew his wallet from his back pocket, and tossed it on the mattress. Sophie’s eyes remained trained on him as he stripped off his pants and socks. Her gaze dropped to his throbbing erection straining against his briefs. He stood proudly, taking pleasure in the widening of her eyes and her ragged inhalation.

  As he lowered her to her back, she blinked nervously up at him. His heart took notice again, and he kissed her tenderly. “Don’t be nervous. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

  “Oh, I want to,” she said heatedly. Then her gaze turned tentative. “But what will you do now that you’ve conquered me?” she asked innocently, and his heart took another unexpected hit.

  “There is no conquering, Soph. Just two people enjoying each other.”

  She touched his arm with a shaky hand. He felt like he’d waited a lifetime to be with her, and he knew he’d wait as long as she needed. Those new feelings scared the living hell out of him. He didn’t like feeling vulnerable, and while he’d thought he was just going to be scratching an itch with Sophie, he already knew she had the power to break him.

  He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, and within moments she was melting into him again, her hands traveling up his back.

  “That’s it, baby. Be with me,” he said between kisses. Jesus,
when did he become such a verbal lover? It was Sophie. He was unable to hold back a damn thing.

  She kissed him harder, made more of those addicting sounds, and when he kissed a path to her ear and whispered, “I want to feast on you,” she dug her fingernails into his skin and rocked against his cock. Ah, Sexy Sophie likes dirty talk.

  He tasted his way down her body, teasing over the swell of her breasts as he fondled them, earning more sinful moans. “Tell me what you like, Soph. Do you like my teeth?” He grazed his teeth along her tender breast, and she arched beneath him. “Or my tongue?” He dragged his tongue over her nipple, earning another whimper. “Or maybe you like both.” He cupped both hands around one breast and sealed his mouth over her nipple, sucking the tight bud against the roof of his mouth, then nipped at her skin.

  “Oh God,” she panted out. “I like it all. I want it all.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  He licked and sucked and used his teeth, biting and nipping every inch of her flesh from her neck to her ribs, giving extra attention to the areas that caused her to cry out with pleasure, like the undersides of her breasts and the tender skin below her ribs. He palmed her breasts as he devoured her belly, thrusting his tongue into her belly button as he wanted to plunge it into her sweet center. She thrashed wildly as he kissed a path along each hip. Every taste made him ache for more. Every sexy sound she made sent his pulse skyrocketing. He knew she told him not to check in, but he couldn’t help himself. He was too caught up in her to trust his judgment and didn’t want to risk taking them anywhere she wasn’t ready to go.

  He moved up her body and pressed his lips to hers. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him.

  “Kiss me,” she whispered dreamily.

  Hypnotized by her sweetness, he kissed her slowly and tenderly, passion escalating with every sweep of their tongues, unleashing years of pent-up desire. Their kisses turned messy and rough, and he forced himself to slow down again, kissing her deeper, longer than he’d ever kissed a woman. And then he continued kissing her, because he’d be a fool to move away from the most alluring mouth on the planet.

  But there was only so much a man could take before he came undone, and if Brett didn’t have more of Sophie soon, he was going to lose his mind. He loved his way down her body again, cherishing each and every erogenous zone he’d already discovered, all the way to her promised land. He slid off her panties and kissed his way up her leg, caressing her and learning the curves of her body as he went. He loved her inner thighs and pressed a kiss to the neatly trimmed tuft of hair at the juncture of them, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal. He was struck by the notion that he’d slowed down to kiss her, to smell her. Was it because he’d waited so long to have her? Because he actually felt like he’d been given a gift to be with her right now? Or was it something more? As those thoughts peppered him, he tried to push them away, to fit them into some recognizable form that made sense. But nothing about the way he felt with Sophie made sense, and as he brought his tongue to her glistening sex, taking his first taste of her, those thoughts fell away. There was only this moment. The sultry sounds slipping from her luscious lips, the rock of her hips as he pushed his fingers inside her and feasted on her at the same time.

  “Brett,” she panted out, fisting her hands in the sheets. “Don’t stop, please—”

  Like stopping was even an option until she came? Even then he wasn’t going to stop. He was only going to change positions to give her more of what they both wanted.

  He intensified his efforts, seeking the spot that would make her lose control, and brought his mouth to her swollen cleft. He reached for her hand, surprising himself again with his need to feel closer to her as they crossed this magnificent bridge. She clung to him, her fingernails digging into his skin as he devoured her. She held her breath, and he worked over the magical spot quicker, sucked harder, until his name flew from her lips and she bucked against his mouth. He stayed with her, soaking in every pulse of her climax until she collapsed, spent, to the mattress. As she lay panting, he showered her inner thighs with kisses, earning several tiny gasps. He splayed his palms across her legs, spreading her wider, and kissed the sensitive area beside her sex before pleasuring her once again. When he felt her body trembling, her climax building, he slowed his efforts, teasing her until she whimpered and begged. Only then did he push his fingers inside her slick heat and send her soaring again. She cried out, buried her fingers in his hair. Seeing and feeling her in the throes of passion, panting out his name, was all too much. He needed more, and he needed it now. He stripped off his briefs and reached for his wallet.

  Sophie’s eyes fluttered open, and she rolled onto her side, watching him tear the condom packet open with his teeth. Without a word, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, pulled him toward her, and took him in her mouth. Fireworks exploded in his chest as she sucked and stroked him with masterful precision. She cupped his balls, her gaze locked intently on his as she licked his shaft. She slicked her tongue around the broad head, fisted his cock tighter, and drove him out of his frigging mind. When she pulled him closer and used that talented tongue of hers on his balls, he almost lost it. She sucked one into her mouth, still stroking him with her hand, and his chin fell to his chest with an unstoppable groan.

  A satisfied smile lifted her lips as she repositioned herself, sitting on the edge of the bed. She guided his cock into her mouth again, and he fisted his hands in her hair but allowed her to set the pace. She grabbed his ass, using it to direct him and take him deeper. Her mouth was wicked and hot, but it was her baby blues locked on him that did him in.

  He grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing tight to stave off his orgasm as he pulled out of her mouth. Her brow furrowed.

  “I want to come in your mouth, but not before I bury myself so deep inside you you’ll never forget what we feel like.”

  Her eyes narrowed and she said, “Promise? Because if I only get one night with you, I want it all. I don’t want to be left wondering what anything might have been like.”

  Damn, he liked hearing that. “You have my word,” he promised, and sheathed his cock.

  She rose onto her knees looking sweet and sexy, and his heart stumbled again.

  “Kiss on it?” she asked just above a whisper.

  “I’ll kiss on it, fuck on it, do whatever you want on it.”

  “Kiss.”

  She pulled his mouth to hers, and they tumbled to the bed in a tangle of limbs and frantic kisses. Any hopes of taking it slow went out the window with her desperate sounds and that sinful mouth of hers driving him mad. He touched her everywhere at once, her breasts, her ass, her hair, as their bodies aligned. She was right there with him, clawing at his shoulders, his arms, and when the head of his cock pressed against her center, she grabbed his ass and broke the kiss. Her eyes flamed as he thrust his hips, burying himself to the hilt in one swift push.

  She pressed her hands to the back of his hips. “Don’t move,” she pleaded. “Just let me feel you.”

  Holy fuck. The way she said it, greedy and needful, like she’d waited her whole life for this moment, rattled him to his core. And hell if he didn’t feel exactly the same way. He only wished he could rid himself of the condom and feel all her warmth engulfing him. Remaining still was blissful torture. Her inner muscles squeezed his shaft, and the pressure became so exquisite, he was afraid he’d lose control.

  “Gotta move,” he ground out.

  His mouth came hungrily down over hers as they found their rhythm. Her legs hooked over his thighs, and he shifted them higher, taking her deeper. He groaned into their kiss with the pleasures of her tight heat and her needy sounds. Gone was the need to find his release, replaced with the desire to experience her for as long as he could. He slowed them down, running his hands along her hips and ribs, brushing the sides of her breasts. He wanted to know every curve, every erogenous area and tender spot by heart. He pushed his hands beneath her hips and lifted them up, pulsing his hip
s slowly, and broke their kiss so he could hear every sweet sound and see the pleasure simmering in her eyes.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged, pulling his mouth toward hers again.

  “I want to look at you,” he said, shocking himself for the hundredth time and earning a sheepish smile from her. “You are truly beautiful, Soph.” Stop-my-heart beautiful.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” she said saucily, and smacked his butt.

  He laughed at how quickly she went from bashful to sinful. “Damn, girl, you are an evil combination of sweet and so-fucking-hot-you-blow-me-away.”

  “You stopped me from blowing yo—”

  Her words were smothered by the urgent press of his lips. Electricity arced through him with the memory of her luscious lips around his cock and her tongue wreaking havoc with his balls. He pounded into her harder and lifted her hips higher as they ate at each other’s mouths. She dug her nails into his shoulders, crying out into their kiss as she shattered around him. Her sex pulsed so tight, so perfect, he grunted out her name as she coaxed the come right out of him in an earth-shattering release.

  Her legs dropped to the mattress, and he cradled her beneath him, both of them panting. Their bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, and he was still buried deep inside her, experiencing every aftershock as it rattled through her.

  He didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to break their connection.

  Her eyes fluttered open, soft and sated, with so much emotion swimming in them, the pit of his stomach dipped.

  “More kisses,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed again.

  Their mouths came together slowly and sweetly, and all those noises she’d made turned into sleepy, spent sighs that made his insides melt. She was warm and soft as she nestled into the lines of his body. He didn’t know how long he lay there soaking in her sleepy kisses and enjoying the feel of her safely cocooned in his arms, but it was long enough for him to note those things, which was too long.