Page 50 of The Devil in Blue Jeans
Before she could swear again, he pulled her into his arms and cupped her face gently. “Kitten, I like you and those claws of yours so damn much.” She went to step back. He tightened his hold. “Would you just stop?” he asked, unable to keep the smile off his face. “You’re the only woman I came here to see tonight. I want no one else’s hands on me—only yours.”
Her nostrils flared. “How can I trust that? She was all over you.”
“Because I am not in the alleyway with her,” he said. “I’m here with you, and you’re the only one I want. That’s it. Full stop.”
Then before she could respond, he kissed her, half convinced she would knock him a good one. She remained tense but didn’t move away. He softened the kiss, tangling his fingers into her hair to angle her head, deepening the kiss.
He kissed her until she believed him. Until sighs of pleasure were on her lips instead of curses. Until she was all but crawling up his body for more. He kissed until she knew beyond any doubt she was the only one he wanted.
“Convinced?” he asked, kissing the soft skin at her throat.
“No, I don’t think so,” she rasped. Gone was the anger in her voice, replaced by something much more needy as she moaned when his tongue found an especially sensitive spot. She ran her hands up his biceps. “You better keep trying to convince me.”
“Hmm...is that so?” he mused, nipping at the skin at the base of her neck.
He kissed his way up her neck, until his mouth was level with hers. He gave in to temptation and took possession of her lips, knowing she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He could feel it against his mouth, against his body, and with every eager moan she gave. She knocked his cowboy hat off before sliding her hands into his hair, holding him tight. He moaned, pressing the heavy weight of his erection against her stomach, running his hands down over her breasts before settling firmly on her waist and moving her back and away from prying eyes. The alleyway wasn’t very well lit, and he’d placed her in one corner hidden by a wall and crates blocking the view. Keeping his hands firmly on her waist he gently nudged her until her back hit the wall in that shadowed spot.
He looked down into her face. “I better rectify that then,” he murmured.
Her eyes reflected lust and longing, and he licked his lips before kissing her with force.
The overwhelming compulsion to touch her, explore her, consume her enveloped him and spun him into a whirlwind of need. He pulled her toward him and sucked at the sensitive spot on her neck, his breath echoing her heady moans. His hands roamed hungrily over her body until they found their target. He grasped a firm handful of her bottom as she pressed against his rigid length.
A low groan rolled from deep within his chest as he leaned back and commanded huskily, “Take those down for me, Kitten, will you?” She complied eagerly, tugging down her skinny jeans that had him nearly drooling. In one swift motion he dropped his jeans and rolled on a condom.
In that moment there was nothing but raw desire between them. Every instinct in his body begged him to take his time savoring every inch of her smooth skin, yet they were far too exposed here. If they were discovered, the whole town would know about it tomorrow. He wouldn’t do that to her. But he needed her to remember, the only place he wanted to be was with her—as close as he could get.
The warm breeze brushed across his bare ass as he slipped his hand between her legs, finding her drenched. He groaned, sliding his fingers beneath her soaked folds, before using his thumb to circle her clit. She leaned her head back against the wall, trembled and moaned, circling her hips to his rhythm, moaning softly at every touch.
Until even he knew his touch was not enough. He wanted more. He wantedeverything.
When her heated gaze met his again, telling him she wanted the same, he yanked her against him, hooking one of her legs on his arm. He hungrily took in her parted lips, while one hand stayed firmly entwined in her hair. His other held the base of his cock. “Tell me you want me,” he growled.
“I want you,” she whispered, her voice trembling in anticipation.
A jolt of pleasure coursed through him, and he surged forward, burying himself deep inside her in one swift stroke. Her moan echoed his and his grip on her hip tightened as their hips moved together in perfect rhythm.
Gentle wasn’t what either of them wanted and with one hand tangled up in her hair, the other tight on her hip he thrust harder and faster until her eyes were scrunched shut from the pleasure radiating from within her core, and her inner walls were clenching tight around him, making him damn near cross-eyed.
Still wanting her losing herself against him, he pinned her to the wall by her hip and rocked into her harder...faster.
Harder.
Faster.
More.
Until her half-hooded eyes holding his widened as her mouth opened in a perfect O of surprise. He released all self-restraint, giving them both exactly what they craved, an explosive release that shattered them completely, and he didn’t care who heard them. He pounded into her until her nails were digging into his arms and her moans were the only thing he could hear.
But then there was nothing but her coming apart as he watched on, feeling her sex clamp down like a vise until he was pumping his hips frantically, grunting his release.
When reality returned and their breathing began to slow, he trailed gentle kisses down her neck while murmuring in her ear, “Was that clear enough for you?”
She laughed softly, “Um, yes, perfectly clear.”
He chuckled along with her, catching his breath, quickly helping her dress before lifting his jeans and disposing of the condom in the dumpster at the far end of the alleyway. As he returned to her, he saw her still leaning against the brick wall.
She pushed off when he reached her. “We should get back in there.” As if her senses came back to her, she quickly looked around. “Do you think anyone saw that?”
