Wild Girls Rule

by Rosalie Lario

  “I can’t,” he whispered.

  “You can.”

  Slowly, his gaze rose back to her lips. The conflict pouring from him was almost palpable.

  “It’s a bad idea,” he murmured.

  Maybe, but…

  She gave him a sexy little grin. “Sometimes the bad ideas are the most fun.”

  His gaze grew softer, desire curling in his eyes. Darkening them to luscious pools of heat.

  “You know I’m right,” she said.

  He took a shaky breath, then whispered, “Just one night?”

  Lust pooled deep in her belly, making her weak with desire for him. She almost had him.

  “One night,” she answered shakily. When he still hesitated, clear conflict raging within him, she pressed, “Come on, Andrew. Live a little.”

  Don’t say no.

  He groaned and, just like that, his carefully built dam of self-control broke.

  Andrew lifted her to her toes, claiming her mouth in a hot, hard kiss that stole the breath from her lungs.

  Holy hell. Shaken, she wound her arms around his neck and held on for the ride.

  The man kissed nothing like she’d expected. There was no holding back, no controlling the surging of their bodies and the erotic, wicked glide of his tongue in her mouth.

  He picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and flipped them around so her back hit the elevator wall.

  In one fluid motion, she wrapped her legs around his waist, nestling his cock at the juncture of her thighs.

  “Yes,” she moaned into his mouth, unable to help herself. As many times as she’d dreamt of something like this happening, as much as she’d wondered what it’d be like, the illusion couldn’t compete with reality. No, this was far hotter than she could have imagined.

  Something that sounded like a cross between a chuckle and a growl formed in his throat. He broke away from her mouth, his lips curving into a wicked grin. “You like that?”

  “God, yes.”

  She couldn’t even pretend his kiss hadn’t rocked her world.

  Shifting so his forehead rested against hers, he slowly unwound her arms from around his neck. Curling his palms into hers, he interlaced their fingers and raised her hands over her head. Pressing her between his hard body and the elevator wall.

  “Are you sure you want this?” he asked, his lips on her mouth.

  “Hell, yeah,” she panted. No denying it.

  “Mm…” He pulled away long enough to gaze in her eyes. Whatever he saw there must have satisfied him, because his eyes half-shuttered and he surged against her, rocking against her with his hard cock. His lips crushed hers.

  Oh, jeez.

  Lust and a tinge of fear melded within her, coalescing at the point where their bodies so intimately touched. Yes, she most definitely wanted it.

  And now that he’d given her a taste…she only wanted more.

  Much more.

  Chapter Four

  What was he doing? This was insanity.

  Yet even while part of Andrew recognized the truth of that thought, he couldn’t stop. Not when Hailey’s legs were wrapped around him, squeezing him like a vise. Not when his cock was nestled against her warm, welcoming body. Heat pulsed off her in waves, and her enticing tropical scent had deepened with a hint of erotic musk.

  There were so many reasons why this was wrong. But his whiskey and lust-addled brain couldn’t think of a single one worth stopping right now. Not when her delicate little hands clutched him so tight and her pelvis undulated against him. She was practically begging for his touch, and some deep, dark part of him desperately wanted to see what she’d look like riding his cock.

  The elevator door opened with a ding and he pushed off the wall, wrapping his arms around Hailey’s lower back and dragging her from the elevator without bothering to check if anyone else was around. Or removing her legs from around his waist.

  She’d been the one to start this craziness. She’d pushed him when he would have walked away. He was done fighting this absurd attraction.

  If she wanted one night, she’d get it. She’d get every last inch of him.

  Tomorrow, when he could think more clearly, they’d go back to the status quo. But for tonight…the saucy little minx was going to spend the rest of the night with her legs spread open for him. That much he was sure of.

  He finally reached the door to his hotel room and slammed her back against it. She let out a whimper and lowered to her feet without tearing her lips from his. Her tongue slid in and out of his mouth, and when her fingers closed around his erection he practically lost it right there.

  “Hold on,” he huffed, pulling away to search his pockets for his room key.

  She leaned up on her tiptoes, dragging her lips along his neck. Then, with a little moan, she bit down on his ear.

  “Oh, hell.” Fumbling, he finally managed to slide the key into the door. He opened it and dragged her through with him. Her short black dress sparkled in the dim lighting of the lamp near the door. He took a moment to admire the creamy swell of her breasts spilling out of the low-cut top. She looked so breathtaking he had to hold back a groan. “I swear you dress this way to torture me.”

  Her hazel eyes went wide. “I didn’t think you noticed the way I dressed.”

  “A man would have to be blind not to notice you.” And a gentleman would leave her the hell alone.

  Since he apparently wasn’t going to be one of those tonight, he shut the door and dragged her back to him. Then he gave in to the urge to drop a kiss to the top of her lush cleavage.

  “Oh…” She scraped her nails through his hair and arched her back. “That feels good. More.”

  She might not be right for any sort of long-term relationship, but right now he couldn’t complain about how open she was. She straight up asked for what she wanted, and that took balls. He would know.

  Helpless to resist, he slid the top of her dress down, and her breasts sprang free. He swallowed hard. Jesus.

  She was beyond gorgeous, her nipples hard and the palest of pinks. He closed his lips over one with a groan. Nipping and tugging until she let out a little moan.

  “Andrew.”

  “You drive me crazy,” he admitted.

  She pulled away to stare into his eyes, her gaze doubting. “Really?”

  “Yes.” Though some small part of him realized he probably shouldn’t admit it. He cupped one of her luscious breasts, grazing the tip with his thumb. “Those little skirts you wear to work. The dresses. It’s all I can do not to drag you over my shoulder and lock you inside my office.”

  Hailey giggled and arched into his touch. “What would Dragon-Face say about that?”

  “Dragon-Face?”

  “Never mind.” Cupping her palm over his hand, she led him in blazing a trail along her breasts and then down the fabric of her dress, to her concave stomach. “You just always seem so controlled. I didn’t think I affected you at all.”

  That made him laugh. “I guess I’m better at hiding my feelings than I thought.”

  Her head cocked to the side as she considered that. “You’re used to being in control.”

  It wasn’t a statement, but he answered anyway. “Yup.”

  A devilish glint twinkled in her eyes. “I’ll take that as a challenge.”

  Before he could question what she meant by that, she stepped back and grabbed the hem of her dress. In one quick movement, she lifted it over her waist.

  All thought fled his mind as the majority of his blood sped south. Swallowing hard, he forced his gaze up from the tiny triangle of black lace decorating her lower body. He watched as her tiny waist came into view, then once again her beautiful breasts.

  Wiggling the dress over her head, she tossed it to the side, leaving her clad in nothing but her strappy heels and that sexy black thong.

  “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he said hoarsely.

  “So are you.”

  She gave him an unexpected push, and he went stumbling bac
kward, landing in a sprawl on the cream-colored microfiber sectional set against one wall of his suite. Before he could even process the movement, she’d straddled him, her long, wild hair covering them like a curtain as she moved down so her breasts were right in front of his face.

  That was an invitation he wasn’t about to turn down.

  Andrew tucked her hair behind her ears, taking a moment to just study Hailey. Her eyes appeared dark in the dim lighting, the pupils almost overtaking the iris. Her full lips parted with a little shudder, and an answering tremor of awareness overtook him. Warmth and longing flowed throughout his body. She was so vibrant, so very alive, that he got a buzz just from touching her. And oh, there was so very much to touch.

  He slid his hands down her silky back and wrapped them around her luscious ass, then closed his mouth around one of her breasts, licking and nipping at the taut bud until she gasped and guided his head toward the other one.

  “You feel so good.” Her skin was like lava in his hands, her damp thong spearing him with heat where it rubbed against his arousal. He moved his finger to the fabric, sliding the tip along where it clung to her feminine folds. “I need to taste you.”

  “Mm…yes, please.” She rose off him and lay back on the couch, sliding the triangle of fabric to the side without a hint of shame in her smoky eyes. And that excited him more than he could’ve ever thought possible.

  With an unconscious lick of his lips, he slid down her bared body to find her pussy slick and glistening with desire.

  “Andrew,” she whispered plaintively.

  God, how he loved the sound of his name on her lips.

  “What?” he teased, his breath fanning her heated flesh.

  She shuddered. “Please.”

  Damn, how she set him on fire.

  He should draw this out, should give her some of the torture she’d imposed on him these past few weeks, but who was he kidding? He wanted her far too badly. Moving forward, he gave her a long, slow lick.

  She gasped loudly, her legs shaking and clamping around his head.

  Her erotic taste exploded on his tongue. If anything, he grew harder than before, which he would’ve thought impossible a moment ago. The sweet agony of it all made him groan. How had he resisted this woman as long as he had?

  “Your pussy tastes like heaven.” More than a little bit addictive. But he wasn’t even going to ponder that tonight.

  “Mm…” She tugged his head back down, undulating against him while her heels dug into the back of his shirt.

  Taking the hint, he shoved the thong aside and lapped at her delicious core until he thought he’d explode with the need to ram his cock inside her. She was so amazingly sweet it made his head spin.

  “Oh, Andrew.”

  A moan followed by a low laugh purred out of her, and he lifted his head to meet her heady gaze.

  “I like being naked while you’re fully clothed.” Her nails slid through his hair. “Makes me feel naughty.”

  Caught up in all the excitement of what he shouldn’t be doing, he hadn’t even stopped to consider that.

  “You like being naughty, don’t you?”

  Her lips curved into a wicked little grin. “You have no idea. Now… make me come.”

  That was one demand he was helpless to resist.

  Sliding a finger inside her moist heat, he returned his attention to her clit, laving at it in time to the movement of his finger.

  She gasped and arched against him. “More, harder.”

  Hell, yes.

  He slid another digit inside, groaning at the way her tight walls pulsed around his fingers. He could only imagine how she’d feel wrapped around his cock. Hopefully, he’d find out soon enough.

  Her thighs twitched and her heels dug even deeper into his back.

  “More,” she cried out, unabashed in her passion.

  Increasing the pressure, he moved his fingers harder and harder until she convulsed around him.

  “Yes. Oh god, yes.” She screamed, throwing her legs wide open.

  He continued flicking her with his tongue, eating her delicious little pussy until she panted and tugged on his hair. Forcing him up over her.

  His heart going a million miles a minute, he gazed into her partially hooded eyes. Her face was flushed, her hair wild around her. She looked like a woman who’d been fully satisfied.

  Absolutely beautiful.

  “Oh wow.” Her chest rose up and down as she glanced up at him, her lips curving into a satisfied little smile. “That was good.”

  Better than good. Hailey was amazing, as he’d expected she would be. So free and uninhibited. So refreshingly open with her thoughts and feelings.

  How he wished he could be like that, even for a moment.

  She gazed at him, almost as if studying him, and her fingers reached up to trail along his lips. Then, up the arch of his nose, before she cupped his cheek in her palm. “Your turn, isn’t it?”

  His erection strained against his slacks at the barrage of sensual images her question had aroused.

  As if she sensed his excitement, her hands pushed up on his shoulders.

  He sat, his heart racing at the devious look in her eyes. Hers was the look of a woman who held all the power, and knew it.

  Hailey rose to her knees, looking for all the world like Aphrodite rising from the sea. Lame allusion, he knew, but she was so beautiful. So at ease with herself. There was a certain power to that, one he envied.

  “Sit back.”

  He practically came undone when she pushed him back against the couch, and then leaned forward to give him a hot, open-mouthed kiss. Strong waves of lust shot straight to his groin, making his erection pulse with arousal. He slid a hand down her smooth, silky back, reveling in the tingles of awareness from the contact of their bodies.

  Hailey’s nimble fingers moved to his shirt, unbuttoning and sliding it open. Her eyes glistened with appreciation. “Wow. You’re pretty muscular for a CEO.”

  That made him laugh. “I do exercise, you know.”

  “Clearly. And like everything else, I’m sure you’re damn good at it.” She gave him a saucy little wink…and then her lips closed over one nipple, sucking lightly before her tongue flicked out and trailed down his chest.

  “Shit.” Throwing back his head, he fisted her hair. The sight of her pert breasts bouncing as she moved down his body was almost his undoing, but he couldn’t look away. Gritting his teeth, he watched as her slick little tongue swirled around his belly button before dipping inside. “Hailey, you’re killing me.”

  “Hmmm…” A hint of wickedness glinted in her eyes. “Not yet I’m not.”

  When her hands moved to unbuckle his belt, he knew the real torture was about to begin. But as much as he wanted it, something compelled him to reach out and stop her.

  “Hailey.”

  She gazed up at him in question.

  “You don’t have to.”

  A low laugh curled from her throat. “I know I don’t. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I want to.”

  Well, damn.

  He should stop her. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember why right now, but knew he should stop this before they went too far.

  Yet, when her nimble fingers slid the zipper down on his slacks, he knew it was already too late. It might be wrong, but right now nothing could have dragged him from this moment.

  Her hand slipped under the cotton of his boxer briefs, making contact with his rigid cock, and he rose off his seat with a gasp. She took advantage of his movement and slipped his pants down to his thighs. Then she closed her fingers around him, and stars erupted in his vision.

  He let out a pained groan, unable to stop himself. If he was this turned on by her hands, he couldn’t begin to imagine what’d happen when he actually got inside her body. He may not survive it.

  Her gaze locked on him as she slowly lowered her lips, then opened her mouth to take him in.

  “Oh, fuck.” Andrew clenched his teeth. Her
soft, warm mouth felt like heaven engulfing him. When her teeth scraped lightly at his sensitive flesh, it was all he could do not to let out a rough yell. Then her fingers closed around his base and she began to move faster and faster, electrifying his body with sensation. Paralyzed with pleasure, he watched as she worked him over, her fingers and mouth moving together to bring him mind-blowing ecstasy.

  She could ruin me.

  The thought came out of left field, blindsiding him with its clarity amidst his haze of whiskey and lust.

  This woman was dangerous. She was fun and free-spirited, the absolute opposite of him. And it made him want her with an intensity he’d never felt before.

  He could easily see himself wanting more and more.

  No.

  He was being crazy. This wasn’t about emotion. It was about lust. They’d both been clear on that, and that fact didn’t change just because he was getting the best blowjob of his life.

  Forcing his unwanted thoughts from his mind, he tangled his hands in her hair and concentrated on the much-needed pleasure of the moment. Tomorrow he could go back to being the CEO, to focusing on the company his father had left him. Tonight he was going to enjoy the delights Hailey offered him.

  No strings attached.

  ***

  Andrew’s hands gripped Hailey’s hair, tugging it almost painfully as she moved her lips and tongue up and down his impressive length. She didn’t know what she’d expected…hadn’t expected anything at all really. But he was one of the largest men she’d ever been with, and seeing him in this semi-undressed state, aroused and thrusting with abandon into her mouth almost made her orgasm again, right then and there. His eyes were hazy, pupils dilated, and his jaw was set.

  He looked like a man fighting not to come…which was exactly what she wanted. Her entire mission this night had been to drive him crazy, and it appeared that she was succeeding.

  But he was driving her crazy, too. His taste…god, it was good. The man was like an exotic chocolate, peppered with honey and spice. He practically sizzled with pheromones, setting every nerve in her body afire.

  He was, in a word, delicious.