I help her upright, onto shaky legs. She stumbles to find her balance, planting her hands on my thighs and blinking at me with dilated eyes like I’m something between a monster and a god. I tuck a long strand of her hair behind her ear, marveling at how fucking beautiful she is. I wonder what her last name is, where she’s from, what she does for a living, and how it’s possible no red-blooded man has seen who and what she is, then snapped her up for his own. “You need to come?”

  She nods, then stops, frowns, and finally shakes her head. “I need to touch you more.”

  Before I know what she’s got in mind, she drops to her knees between my thighs, reaches into my fly, and wraps her hand around my cock. Her mouth follows, enveloping me into her slick, hot depths, sucking like she’s desperate to inhale me.

  I let out a long, low growl of appreciation and fill my fists with her silky hair. “Yeah. Fuck, angel. Suck me. Oh, that feels so damn good.”

  She whimpers, head easing back in a slow, thorough stroke. She circles the head, then sucks me back in deep, her lips pursing around the base before dragging the shaft back up her tongue and repeating the process all over again.

  My heart revs. All the blood in my body rushes to my cock. The sight of Calla, hair mussed and pale as her head bobs between my legs, damn near unwinds all my self-control. I hoped she would want more of the chemistry between us. I prayed she’d go crazy in my arms. I felt sure she’d make me insane. But I didn’t expect her to engulf me in her mouth as if her life depended on it.

  It’s not merely the pleasure itself that’s melting me but the way she gives it to me like she’s aching to. The way she’s worshipping me, caressing me everywhere, every chance she gets. It’s heady and addicting. And so fucking easy to lose myself… But I don’t just want a blow job from this woman. I want to be inside her, as deep as a man can get. I want to stay there as long as she’ll let me. I want to mesh our bodies together until she no longer cares where she ends and I begin.

  “Angel.” When she ignores me, I tug on her hair just enough to stop her stroke and get her attention.

  She sits back on her heels and looks up at me with blinking blue eyes, a glossy red mouth, and a pleading face. “I don’t want to stop.”

  “I know.” I thumb her pouty lower lip. “But we’ve got all night. Let me touch you. Let me make you feel good.”

  Let me give you what you need.

  Slowly, Calla nods and casts her eyes down. She can’t possibly know what that does for me, but I’ll reward her anyway.

  Hooking a finger under her chin, I lift her gaze again and make her meet my stare. “Stand up, angel.”

  When I hold out my hand to her, she takes it. Her little gasp tells me she feels something sizzling between us, too. It’s crazy and not like anything I’ve experienced before.

  When she rises to her feet, I pull her in. Her breasts are inches from my face. Holy shit.

  I cup one and bring it to my lips, caressing it with my tongue. And as she sighs, her body swaying toward me, I drag the crest into my mouth. She’s both soft and firm. Her nipple tightens between my lips. And when I nip at the sensitive tip with my teeth, she yelps and presses her thighs together like she can barely contain the ache.

  “Oh, my god,” she murmurs as her eyes slide shut and her head lolls back. “Please.”

  I turn my attention to her other breast, still cradling the first in my hand. “Please more?”

  She answers with a whimper as she clutches my head and draws me closer. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Everything you’ll let me.” I run my tongue up the side of her breast before I take her nipple back into my mouth.

  She grips me harder. The little sounds she makes at the back of her throat get louder. She shifts her weight and presses her thighs together again.

  Good luck relieving that ache until I’m good and ready to end it…

  In fact, I’m eager to add to her torment.

  Sliding my palms down her body until I’m cupping her thighs, I lift one and set her foot on the edge of the mattress beside me. She stiffens and clutches my shoulders as she teeters to find her new center of balance.

  I grip her hips to steady her. “I won’t let you fall. I promise. Relax.”

  As if she only needed my words to reassure her, she does, losing herself again the moment I take her nipple back into my mouth and suck deep. I hear her soft sigh, watch her eyes close as pleasure furrows her brows and parts her lips.

  Then I drag my thumb across her clit and make two thrilling-as-hell discoveries. First, she’s deliciously slick and ripe for fucking. Second, her bud is beyond hard. And when I touch it, she jolts like I’ve touched her with a live wire.

  “Oh!”

  I do it again.

  “Oh, my…” she groans. “Yes!”

  With a smile, I find her opening and shove two thick fingers inside her pussy as I begin rubbing relentless circles against her clit with my anchoring thumb. She digs her nails into my shoulders and bites her lip, but the pleading sounds still escape.

  “Are you going to come?” I know the answer, but I want to hear her say it.

  To my shock, she shakes her head. “I-I had my…oh, orgasm for the night. I probably won’t…ah!” She gasps. “Not again. But it feels…”

  “Like you’re going to come?” I root my fingers deeper inside her and concentrate my effort on her clit. “You are, angel. You may think you won’t, but I know better.”

  “Usually—”

  “Does anything about this feel like the usual to you?”

  “No,” she admits with a little cry.

  “Me, either.” I suck her breast into my mouth again and toy with her nipple. “In the elevator, you came when I told you to. Want to bet you’ll do it for me again?”

  Her lashes flutter open, and she looks at me with big, dilated eyes above the pink blooms of her cheeks. “Maybe you’re right.”

  I know I am. For some reason, she thinks she’s only capable of one orgasm a night. That’s somewhere between laughable and ridiculous. And it will be my distinct pleasure to prove otherwise.

  Regretfully, I release her breast, then hook my palm around her nape to haul her down to me. Her mouth is right there, and I can’t not taste it.

  The moment I slant my lips over hers, I push in, shove deep, and take control. Bless her, she lets me. She gives way entirely, allowing me to pillage at will as I continue to stroke her clit. And all the while, she rewards me with more breathy, needy little noises that drive me fucking wild.

  Finally, her tense body and erratic breathing tell me she’s on the edge. I ease back just enough to delve into her eyes and I press where her moans and gasps have told me her pussy is most sensitive. “Calla?”

  “Yes,” she pants, staring at me as if I control her world.

  Right now, I do.

  “Come for me, angel. Come hard.”

  Another drag of my thumb, another scrape of my fingertips over her G-spot, and another deep suckle of her nipple—and she releases her pleasure. The clamp of her cunt on my fingers and the steely hardening of her clit tell me so just before she wails out in low-throated bliss.

  Her body jerks. She struggles to stay upright, digging her nails into my shoulders in the most delicious little sting. But the best part is the way she looks at me helplessly as if she doesn’t understand my mastery over her body and silently surrenders herself to me.

  It’s beyond delicious.

  When her womb stops clenching and the tension leaves her, I smile and pull her onto my lap. She melts against me, cheeks hot, and closes her eyes.

  “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

  “I enjoy making you feel good.” I nuzzle her neck and press a kiss to her nose. “I want to do it again.”

  “If you were anyone else, I would say you’re crazy. But our chemistry…”

  It’s fucking strong. I’ve never felt anything like it. “I know.”

  She cups my jaw and presses her lips to mine for a lingering kiss. “Why aren’t you inside me yet?”

  “I will be soon,” I promise because I intend to fuck her like she’s never been fucked before. That doesn’t sound romantic, but when I’m done, I’m determined she’ll feel thoroughly adored and possessed. “I haven’t finished exploring you yet.”

  Calla frowns. “But you’ve had your hands all over me.”

  “And my mouth is jealous.” I slide her off my lap and ease her onto the mattress beside me. “I’m going to fix that now. Lie back.”

  Chapter Three

  Calla

  Is he crazy? I can’t stop wondering.

  With my last boyfriend, orgasm was something between a duty and a trial. I often faked it because the time it took to reach the real thing was exhausting. But with this man? I still don’t even know his name, but that doesn’t matter. Everything inside me tells me he’s important. Maybe that’s only true tonight; I don’t know. But he’s already undone me twice, and just looking at him now makes me feel as if a third climax isn’t impossible.

  Coming upstairs with him may have been the best decision ever. Not just for the pleasure, though that’s amazing. But he’s setting the gold standard for future boyfriends. If someone I’m seeing can’t make me feel this way, maybe that’s my clue I don’t belong with them.

  At the thought of not seeing him again tomorrow, everything inside me rebels. I don’t want to let him go. I called this pull between us chemistry, but somehow it feels like more.

  Fate?

  “Calla?” He raises a brow at me.

  There’s a hint of displeasure on his face I immediately want to soothe. “I’m sorry. What?”

  “I asked you to lie back. Is that a problem?”

  So he can make me feel amazing again? I shake my head and quickly comply, looking up at him with what I’m sure is a loopy, lovesick stare.

  He smiles, then stands above me and kisses the insides of my knees. My heart flutters at his gentleness. He’s big and sexual and commanding, but the gesture is so tender I can’t help falling under his spell a little more.

  It takes me a hot minute to realize he’s used the action to part my legs so he can step between them. Then he kneels at the edge of the bed and cups my thighs, spreading them even wider, before flashing me the dirtiest smile I’ve ever seen.

  “That is one pretty pussy, angel.”

  Even his words incite my ache again. It’s as if I didn’t just have the biggest orgasm of my life. As if I haven’t already experienced ecstasy twice tonight. And when he bends to plant a chaste kiss at the top of my mound before looking up my body to meet my gaze? I swear my womb melts and my ovaries explode. I want this man. I want him deep. I want him gentle and rough. I want him however he wants me.

  “This is insane,” I murmur.

  “This is heaven. That’s why I call you my angel.” He drags his fingers through my wet, sensitive folds, and I see satisfaction in his eyes. “I need to taste you.”

  I tense. I was being honest when I said I wasn’t a fan of receiving oral sex. Not only does it take a long time to find satisfaction this way but it’s disconcertingly intimate. Yes, I fantasized about having his head between my legs earlier. But now that he’s leaning toward me and licking his lips, I worry. Am I too wet? Will I respond the way he wants? Will he like this with me?

  He bends closer. I freeze up.

  “Relax,” he murmurs.

  I try…but it’s not that simple.

  “Whatever you’re thinking, stop. Everything will be fine.” He breathes against my inner thigh just before he kisses it softly, his lips lingering. “If you don’t like it, tell me. I’ll back off.”

  “Okay.”

  But the swagger in his posture and the grin on his face say he’s absolutely confident I’ll end up putty in his hands.

  I’m beginning to believe he’s right. So far, everything he’s done to and with me has been exactly what I need. It’s as if he’s decoded the mysteries of my body no one else has managed to—even me. Maybe I simply need to trust that, when it comes to pleasure, he’s right.

  I slide my feet farther apart and lift slowly to him in offering.

  “What a good girl.” His approving stare belies his rough growl of arousal. “I’m going to reward you for your trust.”

  Before I can decipher his meaning, he rakes his tongue between my folds, lingering at my opening. He moans as he laps at me, then licks his way up to my aching nub. He flicks it, toys with it, then sucks it slowly into his mouth, tormenting me with heat and friction.

  The blinding pleasure is immediate. I let out a startled gasp as I arch and my hips jerk up involuntarily to him. He takes full advantage, clamping his fingers even tighter on my ass to keep me in place, then licking my pussy with greedy strokes as if he’s never tasted anything sweeter.

  “Oh!” The sound slips out, startled and breathy.

  “Oh…” His low reply sounds like something between a come-on and I told you so, which he accompanies with a slick-lipped smile.

  Then he seems to latch his whole mouth over my aching sex, as if he can kiss it every bit as thoroughly as he kissed my mouth. I gasp.

  My god, what is he doing to me? This definitely isn’t anything like the polite, half-hearted oral sex I’ve experienced in the past. This stranger isn’t remotely reluctant. As I glance down my body, it’s as if he’s put all his strength into my pleasure, spine arching, shoulders twisting, hands clutching possessively. Being with him feels amazing, eye-opening…and slightly forbidden.

  My veins heat. My heart chugs. My toes curl. I flash hot all over. And suddenly the climax I was so sure would be impossible to feel barrels down on me. I can’t help myself. I dig my fingernails into his scalp with a cry as my spine twists. My blood begins to jet and boil and pool right between my legs, where I swear I’ve never felt an ache quite as shattering or exquisite as this.

  “Please…” I manage to squeal out between ragged breaths.

  “You even beg pretty.”

  Though he’s speaking, he doesn’t relent. Not even a bit. He merely drags his thumb over the sensitive tip in a lazy sway that has my entire body tensing.

  “Please!”

  “You said earlier you didn’t much like oral. Change your mind?”

  He knows the answer and is simply tormenting me. But it makes these moments he holds me suspended in his grasp even sharper.

  “Yes. Oh, my…yes.”

  He chuckles, and the vibration of his low rumble skitters across my nerves and ups the stimulation where I already ache. “Glad to hear you’ve stopped doubting me.”

  I nod enthusiastically. I can’t even find the breath to plead anymore.

  “Ready to come for me again?”

  Beyond. I give him another jerky nod.

  “Beg me one more time,” he demands.

  Are you serious? I want to screech the question, but I don’t. First, my brain is too scrambled to speak a complete sentence. Second, instinct tells me he’ll delay giving me the ecstasy I’m dying for if I don’t comply.

  And the way he’s bending me to his will is a shockingly huge turn-on.

  “Please,” I pant. “Please…”

  He rewards my compliance with another lash of my clit with his tongue, then slowly sucks me into his mouth.

  Maybe I’m crazy or just beyond rational thought, but I’d swear every move he makes is calculated to dismantle my self-control. I’ve never felt anything like the ecstasy he’s giving me. I don’t have any way of fighting it. I don’t want to. All I want is the pleasure he alone seems capable of showering on me.

  “Pleeeease…”

  “There it is,” he praises as he licks his way up my center again. “That’s what I wanted. Come, angel. Let me watch.”

  The sensations he heaped on me were enough to send me over the edge, but his command is like kindling to my restraint. Knowing he’s watching me? That’s the gasoline on top.

  The pleasure coursing through my system converges between my legs and explodes. I wail; there’s no other way to describe my sobbing cries that echo off the walls. I writhe. I buck. I don’t even control my body anymore. This man does. A stranger. He holds my next breath and my sanity in his hands. He balances them on his tongue. I feel his eyes all over me and I know that he’s completely aware of his power over me.

  It’s both heady and terrifying.

  My body hurtles over the pinnacle, then slowly eases back down as I fight for breath and coherence. Slowly, I open my eyes. He’s still between my legs, easing my float to the ground with his tongue, his black stare still on me.

  Finally, he backs away with one last kiss to my mound. “That might be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  He makes me blush. I both love it and hate it. I’m hardly a girl, and I’m not a virgin. But somehow he strips away my disillusionment and wipes the jaded side of me clean, leaving me shiny and new and frighteningly naked.

  I have to do something to balance the power between us. At least that’s what I tell myself. But I’m aware that I’m trembling with the need to make him feel good, too.

  Sitting up, I splay my hands on his thighs, wishing he wasn’t half-hidden by his zipper. “That was amazing. Do I get to finish what I started and return the favor now?”

  He shakes his head and stands, towering over me, as if he wants me to understand who’s in control. “Later. I want inside you now.”

  I’ve just had the orgasm of my life. How is it possible his words renew my spark of desire?

  “Now?”

  He doesn’t answer verbally, simply pulls a foil square from his pocket, drops his pants, and kicks them aside with his shoes.

  My eyes bulge. His sculpted torso alone was stunning—all muscles, bronzed skin, and the tribal tattoo I now see bisecting his ribs along one side. But seeing him head-to-toe naked? I swallow. He’s big, hard, and ready. And tonight, he’s mine.

  I don’t say another word. I simply lie back and spread my legs. Without being told, I know that’s what he wants. His silent approval moments later fills me with a pleasure that’s distinctly different from the arousal he lavished on me minutes ago.