Page 58 of Never In My Wildest Dreams

When she arched her back, he reached behind her and, in one flick, unclasped the bra. “Take it off.”

Hurriedly, she pulled her arms through the straps and flung the bra over his shoulder.

“Yeah.” He pushed her breasts together. “Look at those tits.” He licked and sucked, greedy as a boy with two toys he wanted to play with at the same time. He made her wet and hot and so desperate she clutched fistfuls of the sheets.

He was just so…voracious. So hungry for her body. It drove her wild. She cupped the back of his head, held him to her, because she never wanted these delicious sensations to stop.

He was a total stranger, and he wanted her more than her boyfriend of a decade ever had. As he devoured her breasts, his fingertips trailed a path down her stomach and slipped between her legs.

When he swiped a finger through her pulsing, aching core, he said, “So fucking wet for me.”

Yes, it’s for you.

Only you.

Then, he brushed her clit, and her body went up in flames. She cried out, her hands gripping his back.

His head popped up, cheeks flushed, eyes wild. “Condoms?”

“No.” She almost shouted it, her bottom hitting the mattress. “Dammit.”

“I probably have some in my travel bag. Hang on.” He leaped off the bed like a gymnast and hurried out to the living room.

“Just in case your seatmate wanted a quick bang in the bathroom?” She was unreasonably jealous, but she couldn’t help it. She hated the idea that he’d planned on being with someone else. Hated the thought of him making another woman feel this desired.

She wanted to be the one who made him insatiable.

“Hell, no,” he shouted back. “You ever had sex on a plane?”

She wouldn’t tell him she’d had it plenty of times. On private jets. With a bedroom and comfortable mattress. But she knew what he meant. A hurried hookup in a tiny bathroom, biting his shoulder to keep from crying out so that half the plane wouldn’t hear them.

No, she’d never done that.

He stood in the doorway, tearing the packet open with his teeth, and grinning at her. “You jealous?”

“Now that I know what your tongue can do, yes. Very.” She sat up. “But wait. Don’t put it on yet.” She motioned him over. “Come here. I want to taste you first.”

His eyes flared. “Damn, Hellcat. You keep surprising me.”

She flicked a hand, urging him over.

He chuckled and pushed off the door, taking a leisurely stroll toward the bed. “From the outside, you’re apple pie, but inside, you’re nothing but cream and dark chocolate.”

When he straddled her, she wrapped both hands around him. “God, you’re big.”

He gave a pained smile. “No need for flattery. I’m a sure thing.”

“This is not flattery. My mouth is watering, I’m so hungry for it.” And that hadn’t happened before. She licked all around the head like he was an ice cream cone melting on a summer’s day.

He let out a shaky breath, and she looked up to see his tortured expression.

Desire surged, and a strange sense of power took hold. She wanted to drive him out of his mind. She wanted him to lose control.

As she ran her tongue up and down his length, getting him wet, he clutched the headboard, his body shaking like he was so excited he could barely stand it.

“Fuck, Hellcat.” That big hand reached for the back of her head and pulled her closer. “Suck my cock.”

It was obscene. It was lewd. No one had ever talked to her that way, and the thrill of it blasted through her. She opened her mouth wide, taking him in slowly—she had to get used to his size—and watching the utter abandon on his features as she savored the smooth hardness of him.

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