by Lily Harlem
A delicious wave of sensation went over her scalp, down her neck and spine.
I need you, too.” Damn, she was getting wet for him. She hoped they’d just go straight for the action with no messing about.
He caught her mouth in a passion-infused kiss, sweeping his tongue against hers.
She rubbed against him, and he groaned, pushed her backward so her shoulders hit the cool glass.
“I need you so bad, it hurts,” he murmured through their kisses.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said, cupping his cock and squeezing. “Soon.”
He groaned again.
“Is that what you’re going to do?” she asked.
“Hell, yeah, until we can’t even remember our own names.”
Ping.
The doors opened.
He squeezed her ass then broke the kiss.
Staring in at them was a bell boy with a neat black hat, holding a tray scattered with used plates. His mouth was slightly open.
“Good evening,” Dean said then swallowed.
Frankie pressed her lips together, suppressing a grin.
Dean stepped away and took her hand. He pulled her from the elevator.
“Er, yes, good evening, sir,” the bell boy said, staring after them.
Frankie giggled and sped up to keep pace with Dean, who strode down the corridor.
He stopped at the entrance to their suite, his breaths coming hard and fast. He shoved the keycard in. The light flashed red.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered, jamming it in again. Another red light.
Frankie took the card and repeated the action, slower. The display flicked to green. “A little less haste,” she said.
“Sorry, not in my nature.” He clicked down the handle then pushed at the door so hard, it hit the wall. “Get in here, woman,” he said, dragging in her in and setting his trophy on the floor.
Next thing Frankie knew, she was up against the wall. The room was dark, and the door shut with a bang. She dropped her purse.
Dean grabbed her wrists and hoisted her arms over her head, pinned them there with just one of his hands.
“I want to test a theory,” he said, kissing his way down her neck.
She squirmed with pleasure at the feel of his sharp stubble. “What theory?”
“This.” He fumbled for a second with the knot on her halter then tugged.
She was aware of it loosening around her chest then falling away so her naked breasts were exposed. Her nipples tightened in the cool air conditioning, and she pressed her thighs together as her pussy clenched.
“So far so good.” He moved back to admire his handiwork.
“I’m glad your theory testing is going well.” She wriggled her hips, and the material fell lower, then lower, and the top of her tiny white lacy thong was exposed.
“Mmm…” He gave the material a push, and it fell past her hips and pooled around her ankles.
Quickly, she kicked it away, her arms still pinned above her head and her breasts rising and falling rapidly with her excited breaths.
Dean swept his tongue over his bottom lip. His eyes sparkled, and his body heat radiated onto her. “Jesus, give me strength.” One-handedly, he undid the button and zipper on his suit pants. He shoved at them, roughly, then pulled out his erection. “If I’d known that’s all I had to do, that’s all you had on under that…”
“I’ve still got too much on.”
“Easily rectified.” He released her hands and pushed at her thong. Within a second, she was naked, yet he was still fully suited.
He gripped her waist and hoisted her upwards. She wrapped her legs around his waist, scrunching the material of his jacket.
The wall was cool and hard on her back, but she was hot, feverish. All that mattered was getting as close to Dean as possible. She clung to his shoulders and angled her pelvis.
The head of his cock nudged her entrance.
“You ready?”
“Yes…yes.”
He pushed in. A fast, urgent ride that trapped her between him and the wall.
She gasped as air was pushed from her lungs and shut her eyes as bliss swamped her. His cock always created such a delicious dense feeling. She’d never get enough of him filling her. More. More. More.
“This is where…I want to be…” he said then caught her mouth in a wild kiss.
She matched it and hung on as he pounded into her, over and over. His body was catching her clit, and the ride to climax built quickly. She fisted the material of his jacket and ran her other hand over his hair.
He broke the kiss and buried his face against her neck. “Oh, God…”
She knew he was nearly there. So was she.
“Fuck…” he gasped.
“Come with…me.”
She allowed her orgasm to peak. It pulled her upward, sideways, sent white-hot darts of ecstasy to her fingers and toes and everywhere in between. She held her breath as she floated in bliss, and her pussy clamped around his cock.
His chest pressed into hers as he gave a final thrust then came with her. “Ah…yeah…fuck…” He gripped her ass cheeks and pulled her harder onto him as another wave of release burst from his cock.
A full-body tremble attacked him, and she held him tighter, squeezed her thighs around his torso. She remembered to breathe and sucked in air that was laced with his cologne and the scent of their sex.
“That was…” He raised his head and looked at her. He was breathing hard. “Marry me.”
“What?” Her head spun. Had she heard him right?
“Marry me…” He shook his head and frowned. “I can’t live without you. You’re the one.” He withdrew his hand from where he’d been palming her right buttock and pushed her hair from her face. “I want more than a fling, a girlfriend. I want you in my life, forever, forever and a day, if I can.”
“But…?” They’d only been an official item for four months. Sure, she loved him, but…
“Don’t say but.” He frowned.
“But isn’t it a bit fast? A bit rushed? What will people think?”
“Babe…” He grinned. “Speed is my middle name.”
She returned his smile and cupped his cheeks.
“Life is for living while you’re alive, Frankie. And I want to spend my life with you.”
Her heart had been thudding anyway, now it was going at a super-sonic pace. “And I want to spend my life with you.”
“So is that a yes?”
She nodded. “Yes, that’s a yes.”
He huffed out a breath, like a sigh. “Thank goodness for that. You had me worried for a moment there.”
“Never doubt how much I love you.”
“Ditto. And right now, I’m going to show you just how much I love you all over again.” He turned, still buried inside her and holding her tight. “Though perhaps with a little less speed this time.” He lay her on the bed and settled over her.
Frankie allowed herself to get lost in his kisses, in the feel of his weight and the stroke of his hands. Who would have thought she’d be the one to tame this infamous driver, this man who had the world at his feet and women lining up to throw themselves at him? Certainly not Frankie, and certainly not the gossip magazines, but here she was…about to become Mrs. Dean Cudditch. Not that she’d ever stop being Frankie, the top-class Formula One mechanic, or the girl who liked to fit in with the boys on the team, but now, now she had another, amazing role to fulfill and that was wife to the man she adored and cherished. And from the feel of it, he adored and cherished her in equal amounts.
About the Author
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, best-selling author of contemporary erotic romance. After giving up a busy career in nursing she now spends her time enjoying her army of rescued pets and penning steamy stories. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including, HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight and Sweetmeat Press. She also self-publishes novels that range from emo
tionally charged erotic romance, to steamy ménage a trois and, with Natalie Dae, (Harlem Dae) dark BDSM that pushes all the boundaries.
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem and in whichever pairing or genre takes your fancy, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy so make sure you hang on tight for the ride!
For more information on other books by Lily, visit her website: www.lilyharlem.com.
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Sexy Just Walked Into Town
Ellora's Cave
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Claw Mark
Cold Nights, Hot Bodies
Cross-Checked
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Dessert
Grand Slam
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Mattress Music
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Mirror Music
Misconduct
Shared
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Stockholm Surrender
Teamwork
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Triumphantly
With Curves
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Stories for When the Sun Goes Down
Andrews UK, Ltd.
Smut by the Sea
Accent Press, Ltd.
Sex in the City - London, Volume Three
Sex in the City - New York, Volume Three
Sex on the Beach
Would You Like Fries With That
