If they were lucky enough to be looking.
He covered her with his hands, riveted by their reflection in the glass. Silence fell thick and heavy as the train trundled off into the distance. The racket and rattle of steel wheels gave way to the relentless hum of electricity firing between him and the woman he held fast against him. Letting his hands fall, he took a step back. His breath came rough and ragged. He met her gaze in the window’s reflection, but Sofia didn’t look away. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t cower. Thank God in heaven, she didn’t make a move to cover herself.
“Take the rest of your clothes off.”
He issued the order in a whisper, afraid to break the spell. She complied, holding his gaze as she reached for the waistband of her pants. The bow tied in her drawstring gave way and he wanted to fall to his knees. Every bit of moisture in his mouth evaporated when the loose-fitting scrubs slithered to her ankles. Within moments she stood nude and unashamed, her magnificent body bared to the world beyond the windows and just within his reach. He let his eyes rove over her, taking in everything from the glossy hair twisted into a tight roll atop her head to the lush curves.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, entranced.
“I want to see you too.”
Her softly spoken reminder yanked him from the erotic haze that clouded his mind. Working with fumbling fingers, he shed his own clothes with unseemly haste. He managed to free himself from his jeans and took his place behind her. Biting back a groan, he held her close, his hands sliding over the cool satin of her skin as his cock pressed into the sweet curve at the small of her back.
He pressed a tender kiss to the pulse throbbing below her ear. Unable to resist the siren song of her hair, he set to work loosening the pins that held it in place. The thick rope of midnight silk unraveled. A thin elastic band held it bound at her crown. With gentle reverence, Alec worked it free before plunging greedy fingers into the thick mass.
“Tonight, I’ll see this spread on a pillow. Across my chest.” He drew a ragged breath, completely undone by the sight of her silky waves cascading through his fingers. “I’ll beg you to wrap it around my dick. I’ll drown in it while I feel you come.”
She shivered as he whispered into the shell of her ear. Holding her snug against him, he slid his hand up, gliding over the graceful arch of her ribcage and trailing along the tantalizing curve of her breast. His knees nearly buckled when her head fell back against his shoulder in silent surrender. He absorbed the strum of her heart with his palm. His fingers molded to the column of her throat. A tiny moan escaped her lips.
Riding high on her capitulation, he filled his hands with her breasts and curled his spine, shifting their momentum until she lunged for the window frame. Her hair spilled over gold-dusted shoulders. The taut peaks of dark nipples flirted with him through the inky curtain of loose waves. Bowed around her, his nerves sang out as his lust hit a fever pitch. He allowed himself one single nip at her smooth shoulder before meeting her eyes again. The connection between them sizzled. The heat of her gaze seared him. Insinuating a thigh between hers, he nudged her legs apart. Her quiet acquiescence gave him the strength to speak his deepest desire.
“I want the world to see you give yourself to me.”
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Sofia knew she should have bristled at his words, but instead they made her quiver. If she had a shred of pride left, she would have pushed his hands away, turned to look him in the eye, and told him he had the wrong girl. But he didn’t. She was the right girl. And at the moment she was too desperate to even consider pretending. Alec was the man who could give her exactly what she needed.
His hands rested lightly on her shoulders. The caress was so casual it should have seemed impersonal, but it wasn’t. He drew small circles with his thumbs. Slow, deep breaths stirred her hair. He held himself still, obviously waiting for some kind of signal from her to proceed. Letting her head fall forward, she gathered her hair and pulled it over her shoulder, baring her nape. Strong fingertips worked into the knotted muscles at the base of her neck. Warm lips parted over sensitive skin. A throaty purr bubbled up from deep inside her when he drew a lazy figure eight with the tip of his tongue. The sweet, sensuous brush of his lips beneath her ear made her sigh.
“Is this okay?” he asked in a low, soft voice.
“You ask me now? After what we did last—”
“This will be nothing like last night,” he promised. “This will be so much more.”
The portent in his tone made her quake. She braced her wobbly knees as he kissed his way along her neck. His tongue was warm and soft. She needed more of it.
Sofia moaned as he stepped closer to her, pressing up against her back as his arms encircled her waist. “I want to know you,” he murmured against her ear.
“Please.” She didn’t know exactly what she was begging for, only that if she didn’t get something more from him soon, she might crumble.
“Please what?”
“I don’t know what you want from me.”
“Everything,” he said gruffly. Without warning, he stepped away.
“No!” She captured his hands as they started to slide from her shoulders. “I mean, yes.”
He nuzzled her hair. “What do you want?”
“I want you to touch me,” she said as she guided his hands to her breasts.
“My pleasure.”
The words tripped off his tongue, rich and thick. Traces of his birthplace lingered in the last syllable. Her heart beat double-time. Letting her head fall back she let her vision go blurry as she arched into his palms. Tiny, weak mewls of need peppered the air, making her cringe inwardly even as the slow circle of her hips demanded more. He tweaked her nipples, pinching them until she gasped, then soothing the aching tips with the warmth of his palms.
She reached up, cradling the back of his head in her hand as the sharp edges of his teeth scraped her ear lobe. “I want you to kiss me.”
“I will.” The frayed edges of that lilting promise added depth to the vow, but his actions got her no closer to her goal. One hand slipped down to cover her mound. She whimpered when he parted her folds with the tip of his middle finger. Gripping the window frame she arched her back, pressing up into him as he stroked her with featherlight caresses.
“Mmm.” The soft hair on his stomach and chest brushed against her back. “Mmm-hmm,” she expounded as he cupped her breasts again, kneading them roughly. She leaned into his hands, pushing against the wooden trim as he moved into her, his balls against her ass, the head of his cock brushing her spine. She pressed her forehead to the cool pane of glass. “Now.”
“Yes.”
“Right here,” she purred. “In the window…for the world to see.”
Her fingernails bit into layers of paint slathered over ancient wood when Alec pulled away. She craned her neck and saw him rummaging through the pockets of his jeans. When she heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, she blew out the breath she’d been holding.
Alec grasped her hip with one hand as he rolled the condom on with the other. He trailed fleeting kisses from the center of her back to the nape of her neck. His breath washed warm and moist over her ear.
“People only see what they want to see.” His hands slid over her hips to glide appreciatively over the rounded curve of her belly. “From the first, all I could see was you.”
This time she sighed his name for the simple fact that she could. “Alec.”
He cupped her thighs, his fingers pressing into her delicate skin as she spread her legs for him. “What, love? What do you want from me?”
She rolled her hips, trying to entice him into touching sooner, faster, harder. “You. This. I want this.”
“Right here.” He parted her with his fingers. His sharp intake of breath confirmed that he found her wet and ready.
“Right now,” she whispered, pressing back against the silk-skinned steel of his cock.
A high piercing screech warned of another train’s approach.
The gentle rumble beneath her feet swelled to a crescendo. Staring beyond their reflection, she let her focus wander across the tracks. Lamplight spilled from his empty apartment. She pressed her palms to the glass and rested her head on the back of her fingers, spreading her legs farther, giving herself freely into his custody.
The tip of his cock nudged her entrance. The windows rattled in their frames. For one heart-stopping second, she wondered if the thin pane of glass could really keep her from falling. He thrust forward, filling her with one hard stroke. She cried out in shock, groping for the sash, a sudden jolt of fear coursing through her body as the train whooshed past.
He drew back and thrust into her again, smiling grimly as a strangled gasp escaped her. Circling her hips, she wordlessly begged for more, accepting the twinges of pain as punishment for the slow simmer she’d held him at for weeks. He braced one hand on her back as the blunt tips of the other dug into her hip. He moved faster, plunging into her over and over again, deep grunts of frustration and desire bouncing off the smooth glass and rippling over her.
Alec squeezed her breast roughly and, for the first time in her life, Sofia released her stranglehold on reason and became a slave to sensation. She lost herself in the throb of his cock inside her, the heat of the possessive hand squeezing her breast, and the slap of his balls each time he embedded himself in her. The red lights at the back of the train faded into darkness. The strobes that marked the electrified rail matched the fluttering of her pulse.
She reached down to stroke her clit, moaning as his wet shaft brushed against her fingertips. He tensed, growing fuller with each stroke. Alec covered her hand with his, their fingers tangling as heat and hunger gathered in a knot deep in her belly. Her vision blurred, smudging the glow of his apartment lights and smearing them into the darkness between his place and hers. Close to the edge but lacking the key to unlock the torrent of sensation rippling at the edges of her senses, she whimpered her frustration. She needed to see him. She wanted to look into his beautiful blue eyes and know he saw only her.
Pulling her fingers from his, she pressed both palms to the window and pushed back, impaling herself on the solid length of him. “I want to see you. I need to see you.”
But before she could move again, he was gone.
Her gasp of surprise tangled in a sob. She turned to look at him right as he gripped her waist and spun her around. Alec dropped to his knees in front of her, parting her folds with his thumbs as he opened his mouth and drew her clit against his tongue.
“Oh.” She moaned, torn between the heat of his mouth and the cold glass against her ass. Wetting her parched lips, her head rolled in feeble protest. “No, no. I want you in me.”
His eyes met hers as he lowered his mouth. Nuzzling her damp curls, he issued the only demand she couldn’t refuse. “Give.”
Sofia gasped when he sucked her clit into his mouth. She clutched his hair as everything she thought she ever wanted exploded. Climax wracked her body. She spasmed above him, a wanton wreck of a woman bracing herself in the window for the world to see as each wave of unspeakable pleasure crashed into her. Her legs wobbled and the muscles in her thighs trembled. And just when she thought she could stand no more, he rose in one fluid move.
Catching the backs of her thighs in his hands, Alec lifted her off her toes as he stretched to his full height. Eyes locked on hers, he pinned her against the window like a butterfly trapped in a glass case. She winced when the glass grabbed at her damp skin. A bubble of laughter erupted from her lips when her flesh gave an embarrassing squeak of protest.
“You okay?” His voice came deep, his breathing harsh and ragged.
“About to be better.” She looped her arm around his neck in preparation for the ride. She pressed the crown of her head to the pane above. “Take.”
And he did, bending his knees to improve his angle, juggling her weight in his arms until he held the globes of her ass in his hands. She cried out as he thrust hard and deep. He pulled the cheeks of her ass wide so he could plunge farther the next time. Each stroke of his cock played out wilder than the last.
She watched in rapt fascination as he gave himself over to need. The harsh lines of pleasure etched into his face only made him more handsome. She could map the ripple of each muscle beneath taut alabaster skin. His lush lips were red, his chin wet with the evidence of her arousal. His groan seemed to travel up from his toes. She pressed her heels into the backs of his thighs, and white teeth flashed in a smile so primal it shuddered through her like an orgasm.
“I want to know you,” he rasped. “I want to know everything about you.”
Driven by the insatiable need to be all he needed, she blurted the first thing that came to mind. “I wear socks to bed.”
The non sequitur proved to be Alec’s undoing. His entire body clenched then gave over. His mouth was mind-meltingly hot. Soft lips slid over hers with a gentle insistence that unleashed a firestorm inside her. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip. The sweep might have felt like a request for permission if she couldn’t taste the arrogance on his tongue. She was enflamed by the bold surety of the intrusion, but the tang of her desire made her head swim. She reveled in the slow, sweet exploration, sighing the pleasure she found in completion.
Alec shifted and she murmured his name. He caught it with a tender kiss then buried his face in the crook of her neck. They breathed in perfect sync. The strum of his heart dictated the cadence of hers. A telltale tremble in his quads prompted him to draw back with a low chuckle.
She whimpered when his cock slipped from her body too easily and far too soon. Alec gently lowered her to the ground. He pressed his forehead to hers, practically folding his lanky body in half to maintain the contact. His breath washed over her skin, warm and soft, scented with her desire.
“My favorite color is blue.” The huskiness of his voice made her press closer, bowing her body to fit his.
Threading her fingers through his mussed hair, she smiled. “I’m a sucker for a man with an accent.”
His laughter lit his eyes and sparked a smile a mile wide. “Saints preserve us,” he murmured, laying the brogue on thick.
But he didn’t need it. His rough-hewn masculine beauty stole her breath even before strong arms banded around her. The carefully restrained strength in his embrace rendered her defenseless. He scooped her up again and stalked toward the bed, her bare toes bumping his shins as he crossed the room.
She glanced back at the windows then met his eyes directly. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
He shook his head as they tumbled to the mattress in a flurry of arms and legs. “Neither have I, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hope to do it again.”
Sofia blinked slowly as he rolled them onto their sides. “My favorite movie is Rear Window.”
Laughter rumbled up from deep inside him. Brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, he shook his head in bewildered dismay even as he beamed at her. “Why am I not surprised?”
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Christina Thacher is the pseudonym for a bankruptcy lawyer with a naughty imagination and some extra time sitting in the back of courtrooms. After reading a lot of steamy stories—thankful no one can tell what’s on her eReader!—she suddenly realized no one can tell what she’s typing on her laptop, either. Several bankruptcy hearings later, Chris had written her first erotic novella.
Chris dreams up deliciously dominating men and the women who hold their own, even in BDSM relationships. She admits she’s still waiting for her own romantic hero to arrive. After he shows up, though, he’ll have to share her with the men in her stories. They may be too good to be true, but that doesn’t stop her from loving them.
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