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Does it matter? Of course to hell it mattered. How was he supposed to whisper it in her ear as he pounded her ass if he didn’t know it? “Yes.”
“It does? Why? This is about sex. Names don’t figure into it.”
Was she serious? It might start out as being about sex, but he had a feeling that it wouldn’t end that way. “Trust me, names do figure into it. You can say not tonight or even tomorrow, but by the end of the weekend, names will figure into it a lot.”
She stood with her lips compressed into a thin line and her eyes looking everywhere except him. “Okay.” He’d relent. For the time being. “I’ll give. You don’t have to tell me yours. Yet. Mine is Vinter.”
Her eyes snapped to meet his. He read in them a relief that he wasn’t going to press the issue. “Thank you. Names are a complication this kind of thing doesn’t need.”
“This kind of thing? What kind of thing do you think this is?”
“You know, a one night stand.”
“Huh.” He nodded once and slid off the barstool, gesturing for her to walk ahead of him. He guessed she missed the part about the weekend.
She stopped short and had he not been paying attention, he’d have bumped right into her. As it was, he was able to catch himself a hairsbreadth from her. When she turned around, her nose brushed his chest and she ended up being the one to stumble back in surprise. He caught her around the back of the neck only to haul her into his body.
Her breath came out on in a whoosh. “The … The drink. Are you sure?” she panted, her gaze locked in the center of his chest.
“I’m sure.” Vinter breathed deep, the warm scents of citrus and spice wrapping around him. She looked up, questions in her eyes, and he smiled. “I own part of the house.”
“Oh.” She gave him a short, crisp nod and maneuvered out of his hold and out the door.
Laughter rang out from behind the bar, but Vinter ignored it.
As soon as he walked outside into the cool night air, she was there, launching herself at him. She pressed him back against the wall and pulled his mouth down to hers.
Her kiss was hungry and desperate. He hated that she’d been forced to need what he could give, but at the same time, he’d give it all and then some.
His arms wrapped around her and he turned them, reversing their positions. With a groan, he tore his mouth away, only to trail kisses along her jaw. “Put your legs around me.”
“N … no, I can’t. I’m too heavy. You can’t hold me up.”
He nipped at her neck and tugged on the skin, wanting to soothe the anxious edge in her voice. “I may be lean, but I’m strong enough. Trust me, I can handle you.”
He reached down and wrapped one hand around the back of her knee, and lifted her leg around his thigh. He pressed into her harder. “Lift your other leg, baby. I’ve got you, I swear. You’re not going to fall.”
Her hands slid up his arms and her fingers gripped his shoulders as she lifted her foot off the ground. He shifted and caught both her legs in his hands as he moved her up the wall with his body. She was heavy against him, but God, it was a glorious weight and he fucking loved it. Her soft body and full curves welcomed him. His cock strained against the zipper of his jeans where the heat from the juncture of her thighs teased him.
“Shit, woman. You’ve got to be the sexiest …” His lips captured hers again before he finished his statement. Tongue met tongue, breath mingled with breath.
Her hands slid up over his head, and his fingers flexed around her thighs and ass, wanting her naked. She rocked against him. He shoved himself against her. And they fucked through their clothes creating a frustrating, delicious friction. Could she feel the ridges of his cock piercings through the layers separating their flesh from one another? He sure as hell could. He felt them rubbing the inside of his jeans. What would she think, how would she react to seeing the metal along the shaft and through the head? He wondered these things and a lot more in the space of a few seconds and then stopped wondering altogether.
Forcing an end to the kiss, Vinter looked into her face, his hips still pumping against her. She tightened around him and gasped air into her lungs with her lower body bearing down. She was going to come. He saw it in her face, felt it in the tensing of her muscles. The street lamps, the parking lot lights showed him everything in her expression.
“Please …”
It was a whisper as he surged up hard. It was a whimper as he ground into her.
When they got naked back at his place, he was taking her this way. Up against the door, the wall, set her on the kitchen counter, anchor her on the back of the couch … He was going to hoist her up and fuck her. There wouldn’t be to be a single surface left untouched in his house when he got through with her.
Then, after a little recovery, they’d start all over again.
Outside.
On the porch, on the hood of his car, in the grass.
He strained, tried not to come in his jeans, but when she stiffened, and bucked, and shuddered in his arms, he lost it. His cock pumped semen against the denim, but he had no complaints. Fucking her like that had been hot, erotic and one of the damn sexiest things in his life.
