by Joya Ryan
“Besides,” he whispered against her lips, “I have condoms.”
Her eyes shot wide, and she leaned back enough to look at his face.
Before she could ask, he said, “Like you said, I’m prepared.”
She bit her lip and thought about taking him up on his offer. It could be a one-night thing. It would be adventurous, that’s for sure.
“I don’t like you,” she whispered sweetly.
“Well, shit, princess, don’t spare my feelings.”
“I mean I’m not looking for a relationship or anything.” That was something she had to be super clear about. She was looking for independence and new experiences. Not someone else to be held accountable to. Or worse, report to.
She glanced at her hands. They were currently on his chest and slowly going lower. Feeling every hard ridge of muscle as she went.
“Okay, I like you a little. In some ways…” She went another inch down and felt the second pack of what she could only imagine was an eight pack of oh-my-abs.
“I like you liking me,” he rasped. “Because if you liking me keeps your hands on me, then we’re going to get along just fine.”
Every word dripped with promise and passion and so much confidence that she not only believed what he said, she wanted to experience it. The drawl of his words, the sexy way his vowels dropped just a little, it all made tingles spark between her legs. He was southern charm wrapped in sexy, tied up with an alpha male bow, and was exactly what she wanted to get lost in. Because somehow he managed to treat her like a lady and a wanton all at the same time.
“No matter how much I like you, or in what way,” she clarified quickly, then went on, “this can’t work,” she said. “You and I are too—”
“Are you pre-breaking up with me before I even set to kissing you thoroughly?”
“It was pretty thorough earlier,” she admitted, and heat rushed to her cheeks.
A low, “Mmmm,” sounded from Dex as he took a small taste of her lips. “It was over way too quickly,” he said.
She frowned, reality hitting her. “You’re…charming.”
It was his turn to lean away and look at her. “You say that like you’re surprised.”
She shrugged. “I thought you were kind of an ass.”
“I am.”
“But a charming one?”
“I play the part based on the situation I find myself in.”
“Oh?” she challenged. “And what situation are you in now?”
He smiled and ground his hips against her once more. “One where I’m dying to get my hands on several things within my reach to make both our lives much, much more pleasant.”
She couldn’t help but grin back. “One night, then we walk away in the morning?”
He nipped her bottom lip. “I know how to have a one nighter, princess. Question is, do you?”
She thought about that for a second and realized that no, she didn’t. She’d never done something like this. Everything was scheduled, structured, and followed a plan. Everything was focused on establishing something safe and secure and permanent. Even when she’d decided to leave the city and open her own boutique, setting out on her own, she’d still had a plan. Goals. Logic.
But she could use that to her advantage now. For the sake of finding independence and being adventurous, she could check off a few bullet points from the sexual fantasy list.
She needed some kind of spark. Her ex, Brad, never had that spark. Yes, he was after her name and family money. He wanted her to fall into the role of the good wife all while chipping away at her self-esteem. Deep down, what hurt the most was realizing he was right. She wasn’t fun. Wasn’t spontaneous. Wasn’t adventurous.
And that was going to change. At least for tonight.
Instead of answering the sexy search and rescuer, her hands on his chest turned to fists, and she yanked him in for a hard, deep kiss.
He responded quickly. Opening and closing his own perfectly firm lips around hers. She’d never experienced a kiss like this before. Dex didn’t kiss; he played. But there was nothing lighthearted about it. It was a Hail Mary, everything on the line, final chance to score kind of play. Rough and consuming, deep and powerful. She could feel everything he was willing to offer in that one kiss. And she ate it up.
Whether it was from lack of sleep or the rugged manly scent that was coming from him and clouding her brain, she didn’t know. But she felt alive. Felt seen. Felt…adventurous.
Surely proper, boring girls didn’t make out with random men in the middle of the wild.
He wasn’t asking her to give up her independence. He wanted her to be independent. In fact he only wanted this if she didn’t commit to him.
Sold!
She smiled a little. Dex noticed. He straightened his shoulders, suddenly proud.
“Hope you’re not laughing at my kissing,” he warned and plunged his tongue deep to drink her down once before letting her answer.
Which was difficult, because now she was breathless.
“No, I’m happy,” she said. “And I was actually marveling at what a good kisser you are.”
“Hmmm.” He swooped in for another taste. “I’ll take happy. I’ll even take good. But I was going for hot.”
“Oh, I’m getting hot,” she admitted instantly and wiggled against him. “I was just thinking how fun this is.”
He looked at her for a moment, green eyes blazing as flecks of firelight skated across them.
“That’s me,” he said. “Fun time kind of guy.”
The way he said it made her pause for a second, but she couldn’t think much longer about it, because he was already kissing her again. And he took hot to a whole new level.
She was loving the moment. The sound of the nature living around them. Being lost to the masterful kiss of a strong man. Nothing about this situation was standard. She didn’t feel like a name, a failure, boring, or lacking. She felt like a woman. A woman he wanted. A woman who gave in to passion no matter where she was.
At least for tonight, she’d take all she could get and revel in the feeling.
“You’re smiling again,” Dex said against her mouth.
“You inspire tantalizing thoughts.”
“That right?” he asked. He rolled her over enough so that she was on her other side, back against his chest, as he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “I want to hear these thoughts you’re having.”
She swallowed hard. Could she really tell him what was on her mind? Granted, at the moment it was him. His body. His taste. How he made her feel a little naughty.
“I’m waiting, princess,” he said, his deep voice rumbling against her neck.
“I was thinking of you,” she started honestly.
His hand that was resting on her hip started to move over her stomach while the other hand barely skimmed up her shirt. The smallest touch of his fingertips against her belly button made shivers break out over her skin. She was surrounded by him. Wrapped up in his strength. And his hands were coming at her from both directions. Question was, where would they land?
She was dying to find out.
“I was thinking about how strong you are,” she continued a little shyly. It was enough of an admission to get those hands of his on the move. One skimmed up her shirt, tickling her skin as he reached the lacy cup of her bra. The other moved back and forth, back and forth, along the band of her jeans.
She wiggled, silently trying to get those fingers to dip into her pants. He held firm, but when she wiggled again, her bottom pressed even harder into his erection, and he groaned.
She realized that she could use more of her surroundings to her advantage. Because for whatever reason, he was going slow, and she was already on the brink of internal eruption.
Time to be bold.
Use my surroundings to make my situation better.
“You feel so big,” she whispered, arching her back, causing her ass to really press against the steel r
od currently prodding her. “I mean, look at you…” She gripped his forearms and ground against him harder. “Tall, muscular…”
“Big?” he said, repeating her word, and this time, he ground against her as that teasing hand finally popped open her jeans and dipped inside.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I don’t know if that’s a good thing, princess,” he said. His fingers slowly ran between her folds. He gently brushed over her sensitive bundle of nerves, and she jerked in his arms. When he dipped his fingertip inside, she moaned. Instant heat engulfed her from the inside out. “You feel small,” he said, playing her game of innuendo.
“I’m not,” she assured. “I can handle whatever you’ve got.”
She felt his laugh against her neck. While one hand slowly moved up and down along her sex, gathering moisture and rubbing from her clit to her opening, his other hand snaked under her bra and cupped her breast.
“I don’t know about that. You’re a delicate thing. Soft. Timid…”
“Boring?” she finished.
“There’s not a boring thing about you from where I’m lying.”
“Then tell me more,” she said, arching into his touch, trying so hard to get him to go deeper. But he kept his touches light. Teasing slowly and driving her nuts. “You wanted to know what I was thinking. I told you. Tell me what you thought when you kissed me.”
He slowly rubbed her clit, her pleasure coating his fingers more and more with every sweep of his skilled hand.
She moved her hips, creating more friction with her ass against his jeans-clad cock. Judging by the groan he let out, he wasn’t complaining.
“I was thinking how ripe you are,” he said, and there was a predatory air in his voice. “Licking and biting your mouth, I could taste your sweet, raw need. Like pure fucking honey, all the richer because it’s wild and untapped.” His hand moved faster. Rubbed harder while he massaged her breast in the other. “I was thinking that I was drinking down vanilla while you were biting at my lips looking for the flavor.” He pinched her nipple, and she gasped. “I was thinking that you wanted to get your hands dirty, have a rough and fun tumble. And I was thinking I could more than give that to you.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I see we understand each other then,” he growled. With that, he bit down on her neck while flicking her clit so fast and hard, she came.
Shaking and convulsing, she let it take her down, burning and humming with so much pleasure she didn’t know what to do. Other than let instinct take over. This was her one adventure, and she was going to make the most of it.
This woman was all fire and passion. Clearly she hadn’t had a chance to let out that kind of spark, and thank God he was the lucky son of a bitch to catch all her heat. She was starved for some contact, for some easy fun. He could sense it in how she moved. How she breathed. She was looking for a break from the box she likely lived in. He knew women like her and read that need for excitement on her face like a damn book.
He was going to give it to her. Because that’s what he was good at.
The one moment of bliss.
The pleasure.
He’d be the story she’d tell her high-class friends about later. It would randomly get brought up over wine as they reminisced about “that one time you slummed it with the trashy guy in the woods.” She could even check this off her list of desires.
Assuming she actually went through with it.
Dex couldn’t tell the future, but he had a good idea about this woman. And she was innocent deep down. Sure, he gave her credit for having a bit more depth than the usual uptight debutantes. But that didn’t change what this was. He’d called her bluff on sex. Yes, he had condoms, but he knew she’d never go through with a one nighter. A woman like her wasn’t built like that. Christ sakes, she had a list of things she wanted to try that included sex positions. Which told him that the men she’d been with hadn’t offered her anything more than missionary. They hadn’t treated her the way a woman deserved to be treated, her lover helping her discover and fulfill her every desire. Damn shame, because she deserved to be treated all kinds of right.
His chest swelled with pride.
Making her come was one of the best fucking things he’d done in a while. She was raw passion and wild spirit. Wet and hot and so damn ready he could taste it.
Now as her lithe body was coming down from the release, he slowed his touches, ready to exit the sleeping bag and walk away.
A loud zing shot through his ears. He went from on his side with a sexy woman in his grasp to the sleeping bag busted wide open and those delicate hands pushed down on his chest.
He hit his back, and she straddled him.
“Whoa there, princess,” he said, cupping her face. “What are you doing?”
She frowned. “I’m trying to make love to you.” Her eyes got wide, and she looked down, as if a haze cleared in her mind. “Am I going about this wrong?”
Ah, shit. She looked on the brink of embarrassment and panic, and that wasn’t what he wanted. Was this when she would pull away? Actually, he’d expected her to blush and push him away as soon as he’d given her an orgasm. She’d fall asleep, and he’d deal with his cock himself. In the morning, they’d never speak again.
But she was on top of him now…wanting more. Maybe she was delirious. He needed to remind her what this was.
“You’re doing everything right. I just thought that it would be better if we didn’t fuck.”
“Why?” she asked bluntly.
Dex was never one to dance around the truth, so he replied equally bluntly. “Well, for starters, you call it ‘making love.’”
“Oh, as opposed to your colorful language of ‘fucking?’” She sat up to air quote the last word, and Dex couldn’t help but smile. She was sassy, and even sitting up straight with perfect posture and him between her legs, the bastard in him couldn’t help but love it.
Part of him got a high from being the bad decision in an otherwise spotless record. And Michelle was spotless all right.
“I thought you were capable of delivering a rough and wild tumble,” she said, quoting his line from earlier. “Or was that just big talk?” She moved her hips enough to run that sweet core of hers along his dick. “Sure would be a shame if your talk was the only big thing about you.”
Oh, that did it.
With a growl, he slapped her ass in both hands, clamped down hard, and spun her onto her back. He lay down on the sleeping bag, pulled her beneath him, and with one hand, yanked down her jeans.
“You know what happens to sweet girls who get mouthy?” he asked.
Her big blue eyes were wide with excitement as she shook her head. He pulled out a condom from a small pocket on his pants and ripped it open with his teeth.
“You get what you ask for,” he finished.
He opened his pants, pulled out his cock, and covered himself in record time.
“Promise?” she asked with a wicked smile.
That was all it took. She was baiting him, and he was hooked.
He gripped her hips and thrust inside her. Hard.
She screamed, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. She was so tight. Hot and wet. He pulled all the way out and thrust back in.
She clawed at his back, begging for more. Just the sound of his name on her lips made him crazed. This was what got him off. Corrupting a poor little rich girl. It was probably fucked up of him to think that, but that’s what it came down to. Because in that moment, they were equals. She wanted him. Maybe not tomorrow when she realized just how out of his league she was. But in that moment, she wanted him. And that made him thrive.
“Oh God, yes, Dex,” she cried.
“Louder, princess,” he demanded between gritted teeth. “No one will hear you way out here. Make me believe it.” He fucked her harder and harder. The sound of his skin slapping against hers rang out into the night.
“More!” she cried louder. “Don’t stop!”
> “That a girl. Let me hear you scream.”
He grunted like an animal, rutting and taking her with every ounce of strength he had. This woman was fine, clean perfection, and right now, she was at his mercy, on the ground being fucked well and begging for more.
He was stunned when she lifted herself up and threw her arms around his neck, jerking him in for a kiss. Her lips were soft but begging. Her delicate brows drew together, her eyes squeezed tight, and she kissed him.
Like she meant it.
He closed his eyes and kissed her back.
Just for a second. A quick sweep of his tongue to take in her taste. Her need. He broke it quickly, because in that kiss, he’d gone still. Stopped the crazed movement and simply lost himself in her sweet mouth.
No, this was fucking. Not anything more than that. And it was time to get back to it.
Breaking away, he flipped her over to her hands and knees.
“Still interested in rough and dirty, princess?”
She looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Yes, please.”
Her perfect ass was high in the air, her pussy pink and wet from his thrashing, and the glimpse of firelight over her sweet skin made him want to go off right then from the sight.
He needed a taste. Just a quick one. He bent down and ran his tongue along her soft core, and holy fucking Christ, was she sweet.
“Oh! Oh my…yes!” She wasn’t just turned on; she was turned up. She arched and pushed against him, silently begging for more. Just like she had been all night with her little shifting hips and roaming hands. She liked what he was giving her. And Dex liked that he was the one who gave it.
Pulling away before he got too lost, he gripped her hips and plunged deep into the paradise his tongue had just been in.
She hissed a breath. “Deep,” she said around a strangled breath. “You’re so much deeper this way.”
Dex ran a hand over her ass, then up her back. She said that like she’d never been fucked from behind before.
“You like it?” he asked, flexing his hips and taking her the last inch.
She rocked forward and gasped, her hands gripping the sleeping bag. “Yes, so much. I can feel you…in a way I’ve never felt before.”
