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  He cupped one of my breasts and caressed it. “I’ve been dying to get you alone all night.”

  Heat built from his touch and traveled through me like liquid fire. It had been so long since desire coursed through me like this. Not since the last time we were together if I was truthful. The two guys I had been with in the meantime had been lackluster occasions.

  “We’re alone now,” I said.

  He reached under my dress, snaking up to my thong. I moaned with pleasure.

  “You’re so wet.”

  “Because I want you,” I managed to say through choppy breaths.

  Mike slid a finger under the thong seam and stroked my flesh. “I want you, too, babe.”

  When he slipped a digit inside me, I moaned. I pressed against him to encourage him to explore farther.

  “I’m about to fuck you right here. I don’t care if any of my neighbors see us,” Mike said in a low, throaty voice.

  “Oh God,” I replied, glancing up to see the windows fogged with condensation. “I don’t care where we are. I need you.”

  Mike pulled away, breathing heavily. “We’d be more comfortable inside.”

  “Uh huh,” I replied, equally breathless.

  He touched his erection. “I’m hard as steel right now. I need a moment before I bend you over in my driveway.”

  A minute later, we entered his house. A full-sized statue of a knight in shining armor guarded by the stairs.

  “This is what I expected.” I smirked.

  “I aim to please, mademoiselle.” He took off my coat and hung it on a coat rack next to a black leather jacket.

  His gaze roamed over me with an undisguised desire.

  Before I stripped and begged him to take me right there, I took a steadying breath. I glanced around his house. To the right was a dining room. I took four steps away from him to peek in and instantly missed his closeness. A small, round dining table with four chairs and an upright piano took up most of the room.

  “Do you play piano?”

  “My mom signed me up for lessons when I was in elementary school.” He bridged the distance between us in two steps and rubbed his forefinger down my cheek. “She’d read that kids with high math aptitude also have a knack for playing piano. Complements each other somehow. Something about the parts of your brain that are used.”

  I leaned into his hand, responding like a cat to a cheek rub. His hand moved to my hair, and he caught a lock between his fingers.

  “Your hair is so soft.” Leaning in, he inhaled. “And, it smells so good.”

  He moved my hair over my shoulder, leaving my neck exposed. And ready. Oh so ready.

  Jeez, my body was like liquid heat. If I didn’t get a grip, I’d melt onto the floor. In an attempt to refocus, I fixed my gaze on something solid. The piano, again. “Do you still play?”

  “Occasionally. I stopped taking lessons in high school once I tried guitar.” His eyes darkened with a predatory glint. “When you’re a teen, wailing on an electric guitar is a more gratifying way to pound out your angst than on a piano.”

  I envisioned a teenage Mike playing guitar in a room filled with rock posters and comic books. “Ah, I can imagine.”

  “I’m imagining something a little more enticing right now.” His gaze traveled from my eyes to my lips.

  If by enticing, he meant any of the sordid images flooding my mind, I was right there with him. My breath sped up.

  “Drink?” He stepped to a built-in china cabinet where liquor bottles of different shapes and colors stood.

  “Just water, please.” I didn’t want to dull my senses with any more alcohol. Plus, tomorrow would be challenging enough without a hangover.

  “Sure,” he said. “But I’ll get some from the kitchen. Why don’t you take off your boots and make yourself comfortable in the living room?”

  Mike walked into the kitchen, and I returned to the entry area where I removed my boots. My feet screamed thanks at being relieved from the constraints.

  Having a moment to myself gave me the chance to recover from the agonizing anticipation. My cheeks felt flushed and my thong had passed the damp marker a long time back. With a shrug, I removed it and dropped it next to my boots.

  I entered the living room and scanned the area. A large brown sofa, a leather recliner and a gaming chair sat on a dark-red rug. A large flat-screen television hung on the wall, a complicated-looking sound system with speakers perched in each corner. An old-fashioned record player rested in the corner, appearing out of place. Did it work or was it just for display? Two electric guitars and one acoustic propped on stands under a framed black-and-white photo of the Velvet Cocks. A music stand held music sheets. If all this wasn’t enough, a bookshelf was stacked with sci/fi and fantasy books, like Star Wars, Star Trek, Lord of the Rings, and the Game of Thrones series. Every shelf was covered with tchotchkes of pop culture. A fandom paradise.

  Mike walked in with two glasses of water with ice. “Lily took that photo. She took a bunch for promo; that one’s my favorite.”

  I scanned the action shot of the three of them on stage. Nico held his bass and leaned into the mic, staring straight at the camera. He wore camouflage shorts and combat boots. John sneered from behind the drum stand, drum sticks in mid-movement in the air. Mike wore tight leather pants and a loose fitting white button-down shirt untucked and with only two buttons fastened, revealing several inches of smooth, tanned flesh. He strummed his guitar and had his head back, eyes closed, lost in the moment.

  “She’s talented,” I said.

  He handed me a glass.

  “I saw a tiny black thong out there. Yours, I presume?”

  “I’m hoping you find out soon.” I raised an eyebrow flirtatiously.

  “Good God, woman, you’re killing me.” He ran his hand over his facial hair. “We need music.” He picked up one of the four remotes on the coffee table and lit up the stereo system.

  “Let me guess—one of VC’s albums. Get me all wound up listening to the hot guitarist who’s right in front of me.”

  He chuckled, a deep rich sound. “If that’s what it takes, I’ll put it on right away.” He scrolled through artist names on a stereo display so quickly I couldn’t read them. “How about good old Led Zeppelin?”

  I laughed. “Old school make-out music. I like it.”

  He pressed some more buttons and then said, “You’ve got to hear this.”

  We sat on his brown suede sofa and listened to the opening sounds of The Rain Song. The instruments surrounded us, and I reveled in the sensory experience, temporarily distracted from my overwhelming urge to climb on top of him. Robert Plant’s voice filled the room and I listened, mesmerized. It was like being at a live concert. I didn’t just hear the music, it flowed through me. It was inside me like a living, breathing organism.

  When the song ended, I turned to see Mike watching me. My lips had parted, and I closed them, self-conscious. “That sounded amazing. I’ve never heard anything like it outside of a concert.”

  “I’m a tech geek and a musician. A sweet setup is essential.”

  “Mmm. If I had a system like this, I’d never want to leave.” I sat back and took a sip of water while the song shuffled on, D’yer Maker. When I heard words telling a woman she didn’t have to go, it echoed through my head. Was it a sign?

  No, that was simply a coincidence, the next song on an album being shuffled.

  “Smart and sexy. No wonder women can’t resist you.”

  “At first.” When I narrowed my eyes at him, he added, “I’ve been called an asshole more than once. In fact, I think you may have used that or other choice terms to describe me a few days ago.”

  “Let’s not go there now.”

  “Do you have another place you’d like to go?”

  “Your room?” I suggested with a saucy smile.

  He winked, a dead sexy look that turned the heat simmering in my body up another level.

  “Not yet, my little minx. There’s somet
hing I need to look into first.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “I want to see if that was your thong lying next to a pair of sexy black boots.”

  “Could be another woman’s.”

  “That would be highly unlikely.”

  “Really?” I said with unmasked skepticism.

  “Yes, really. I don’t bring women here.”

  My brows tightened in confusion and I remembered our first night together when we left Vamps. I thought we were going to his place, not sure if my roommate would be home, but he convinced me to go to mine. “Why not?”

  “Easier that way. If they know where I live…”

  “They can stalk you?” I finished.

  He cocked his head while his mouth twitched with a smile. “Maybe.”

  “Why did you bring me here? You don’t think I’ll stalk you?”

  “I know you won’t.” He ran strands of my hair between his fingers. “But I’m kind of hoping you would.”

  My laugh came out short and strange, not sounding like my own voice. I didn’t know what to make of this statement. “Mike, what’s going on? Is this some kind of game?”

  “No game, I swear.”

  “Then why would you say something like that?”

  He shrugged. “Being honest. And maybe I wanted to impress you a little bit. Show you I’m not as much as an ass as you think I am. I’m better in my natural surroundings.” He ran his hands down my back and cupped my ass, squeezing the flesh and caressing it.

  His fingers trailed a fire over my skin and my breath caught in my throat. The hundreds of agonizing body weight squats were worth it.

  “Hmm, there don’t seem to be any panty seams,” he said in an inquisitive tone, as if solving a puzzle.

  “That’s because it’s a thong.” My voice came out a darker, more seductive tone. “The whole point of them is to avoid panty lines.”

  “Oh, I see,” he teased. “I thought it was to drive men insane with need.”

  I winked at him. “That’s a perk.”

  Chapter 5

  Mike

  Damn, Allana was so hot. I was going to explode just by touching her.

  “If this is what yoga does for asses,” I said, giving it a squeeze, “we should make it a mandatory requirement.”

  “Including you?” She raised an eyebrow.

  “Hell no. I’m too uncoordinated for that.”

  “It’s just a matter of getting used to the positions.”

  “I have a few other positions in mind.” I kissed her soft neck. “Ones that require both our bodies.”

  “Oh?” She arched a brow.

  “But first.” Reaching under her dress, I touched her warm thigh. My fingers crept higher, feeling the heat coming from her. I touched her silky wetness, running my fingers over and inside. “No panties.”

  “Ah, they must have been mine.”

  “Mystery solved.”

  I stood up, threw her over my shoulder, and slapped her ass.

  She squealed. “What are you doing?”

  “Taking you to my room. As you commanded, M’lady.”

  After we entered, I set her on my bed. Then I found a lighter and lit a couple of candles I had on my nightstand.

  “Ooh, it’s nice. I like it.”

  I left the door open, so we could still hear Zeppelin in here. Over the Hills and Far Away. Was she the woman who had the love I needed?

  No, tonight was about sex, not love. She’d made that clear and I should be thrilled not having to worry about an awkward morning after.

  “Roll on your stomach,” I said.

  She did and glanced at me over her shoulder, peering at me with hooded eyes under dark lashes. Shit, that seductive look itself could set me off before the night had even begun. As I unzipped her dress slowly, I planted kisses on her skin.

  I unfastened her bra and continued my path to undress her. A tattoo of a tree surrounded by Zen symbols and flowers covered her lower back.

  “Nice ink. Must be new.”

  “Yes. I didn’t have this the last time.”

  “Any other tattoos I should look for?” I reached the curve of her perfect ass and kissed her one last time before I slid the dress and bra off her.

  “You’ve seen the others,” she said.

  I noted the animals and retro designs on her arms before admiring the luscious view from behind. “You are beautiful. Unreal.” Then I stood and stripped down to my boxers.

  She turned over and faced me, her blue eyes burning with lust. I climbed on top of her and claimed her mouth, plundering it until we could barely breathe. My cock nestled between her thighs, pressing against her with just the thin fabric of my boxers between us. I caressed the soft flesh of her breast before running my thumb over her nipple. It immediately responded to my touch, hardening and lengthening. I slid down and captured the perfect pink bud in my mouth. She arched her back beneath me.

  “I want you, Mike.” She tugged at my boxers.

  Her voice, her pleas, ratcheted up my desire to the highest level. I stood to remove the boxers, and she sat on the bed watching me undress, her hair tousled, appreciation in her eyes. I freed my cock and her eyes flickered wider. She grasped it in one hand and kissed the tip, teasing it, before covering the head with her mouth. Shit, it felt too damn good. Magical.

  I dropped my head back and a guttural sound escaped me. “That feels so good, but I’ll explode. I want to be in you first.”

  She leaned back and opened her legs, inviting me into her. Fuck, that’s all I wanted, too. And, the scent of her stirred my need even higher. I had to bury myself in her now or I’d lose my mind.

  “Got a condom?” she asked.

  I reached into my nightstand drawer and grabbed one. “Ribbed. For your pleasure.”

  She giggled. “I’m already having quite the pleasant time.”

  Zeppelin’s The Ocean filled the room. I sheathed myself with the condom and then climbed on top of her. She was so wet, she welcomed me with little resistance at first, but then she tightened her muscles around me.

  “Are you okay?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she replied. “It’s been awhile since I’ve done this.”

  And she’d chosen to be with me. Her decision stirred something primal in me. An urge to make her mine. Protect her and destroy anyone who tried to get close.

  I wanted her. Needed her. But, couldn’t be an asshole. If she wasn’t ready, I wouldn’t push. “We can stop if you want.”

  “Don’t you dare.” She pulled me onto her.

  She breathed slowly, and I eased the rest of the way in. Driving into her was exquisite. She wrapped herself around me and I fell into this mindless ecstasy.

  Although I wanted to pump myself deeper and lose myself in her, we only had tonight, so I had to make it last. I’d experience every inch of her, let it burn into my memory.

  I pulled out of her and she cried out and reached for me. But, when I slid down her body, kissing and licking her hot skin, she leaned back, seeming to enjoy the sensations of my tongue. The heady scent of her arousal spiked an animal instinct to take her again. I paused to inhale the intoxicating aroma, letting my warm breath heat her glistening sex. She squirmed beneath me, wanting and waiting for more. When I licked her slit from top to bottom and back again, she balled the sheets in her hands.

  She cried out, “Oh God, yes.”

  I continued to lick every centimeter of her, never wanting to stop. She raised her hips against my face. Our bodies joined in a sensual rhythm as she rose and fell with my movements. When I reached her clit, she wound her hands into my hair, begging me to continue there. I alternated light and hard pressure with my tongue, driving her closer to a peak and then letting her drop. She squirmed more, grabbing me, clawing the sheets, as I drove her body higher and higher. A primal kind of satisfaction welled in me knowing I had her under my complete control. Tonight, she was mine.

  She whimpered after I had taken her so close to the edge but
then backed away to let the intensity descend. Then I used the full arsenal to push her over the edge, licking and fucking her with my tongue and fingers. She bucked her hips off the bed and stayed there, crying out, as she reached her peak, her muscles clenching tightly around my fingers and covering them with her sweet fluids.

  She was right where I wanted her. Under my spell.

  Mine.

  I drove into her with less resistance. Her tight walls pulsed around me, driving me on.

  Something weird happened. Something about us being together just felt right. It didn’t make a grain of sense. We’d been together before. Somehow, this time was different. And as I buried myself inside her, I lost myself in the sensations, drilling harder like a man possessed.

  She clenched my biceps and then clawed at my back. The rough scratches stirred a primal part of me to take over. As I rammed into her, unleashed, her head banged against the headboard. She didn’t seem to care, but I paused long enough to place a pillow behind her head to protect her. Once I resumed the pace, she climbed quickly.

  “I’m right there,” she murmured.

  “Do it, baby. Come for me.”

  She tightened and pulsed around me, triggering my own release. Lost in this mindless pleasure, I drove harder and detonated deep inside her.

  After she’d squeezed every bit out of me, I lowered myself and my heated body covered hers. Her heart pounded against mine, and the only sound was of our escalated breaths.

  I rolled next to her and buried my face into her hair, inhaling the sweet scents of coconut and almond. The playlist skipped to Whole Lotta Love. We lay there for several minutes listening to the rest of the song while we caught our breath.

  Zeppelin. A hot woman. Great sex. Heaven couldn’t be better than this.

  When I glanced at her face, a light sheen covered her skin and her eyes were closed. I covered her with the comforter. “Get some sleep,” I whispered.

  She murmured, “Okay,” but I was pretty sure she was halfway there already.

  I rolled away from her to get some space, but draped an arm on her side, the way I always did after having sex with a woman, so they wouldn’t complain, but an urge to roll over and hold her overcame me. I spooned her to get closer, wrapping myself around her, feeling the heat come from her body.