“I had a really good time tonight,” I whisper as we’re standing by my car.

He’s holding my hand and his thumb keeps brushing back and forth over my knuckles. It feels good, sweet and completely distracting. If that wasn’t enough, those bright blue eyes are hypnotizing me.

“I did too, Princess Addie.”

His nickname for me makes me smile, but the heated look in his eyes makes me blush. It’s heated, intense and it gives me tingles—all over.

“I should go…” I whisper, before I can jump up and wrap my legs around him.

“I could come with you,” he suggests, wrapping a strand of my hair around his finger.

I swallow, my heartbeat so erratic that I’m sure he can feel it slamming against my chest if he tried. The insides of my thighs are wet, painted with my desire for this man and I so want him to come home with me. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him yes and then I remember…

He doesn’t know who I am.

I could confess, but Dad’s back in town. I don’t think he’d like me bringing a man home and sleeping with him…

“That’s probably not a good idea right now,” I hedge, hating the words even as I’m saying them.

“I bet I could convince you it’s a very good idea,” he murmurs.

He tilts my head up and his eyes feel like they pierce my soul. I’ll never get used to the deep, shiny blue color, or how they glitter with heat at times. Then, inch by inch—almost as if it is in slow motion—his lips come down softly against mine. I sigh into his mouth. I’ve wanted his kiss all night. I’ve longed for it with every laugh, every smile, every sweet comment he’s made. My gaze has been drawn to his mouth… wishing.

For a second neither of us move. It’s as if the simple press of our lips is enough, and then his tongue slides inside. Instantly, my knees go weak. I’m surrounded by the masculine smell of his aftershave and sex… God. I don’t know how it’s possible but with just the touch of his tongue along mine I smell sex everywhere. The good kind. The kind that leaves your bodies a sweaty mess, your limbs weak and your heart pounding even an hour later.

The kind I’ve never had, but have read about and dreamed of forever.

Our tongues begin dancing, sliding against each other to the tune of my heartbeat and then it changes. Black groans and I whimper in response, because he definitely becomes the aggressor now. It’s as if he’s declared war and my mouth is the prize he’s intent on claiming. He’s relentless, owning me, marking me, ruining me for any other man. I instinctively know that—maybe I always have. Black isn’t a man you can forget. He’s a man that will wreck you, one that will haunt you forever. He’s the kind you know you should stay away from, but you just can’t.

My fingernails dig into his body as I hold on for his kiss, my knees so weak that it is a miracle I remain standing. When we break apart, I can only lay my forehead against his chest and let my heart calm down. It’s no longer beating—it’s thundering, my breath coming out in gasps.

“Damn it, Addie,” he growls, his voice hoarse and dripping with hunger. “I knew kissing you would be special. I just didn’t know it would bring me to my knees.”

“Black—” I stumble over saying his name, because that’s exactly how I feel. I don’t get the chance to tell him that, because he’s tilting my head back up to look at him and I’m lost in his eyes again. A shiver runs through my body as if it has been charged with electricity. Staring back at me is a hunger so deep and intense that I should be scared…

He pulls me up close, inserting one of his legs in between mine, bunching my dress up to my thighs. His leg slides against my center and my breath stalls in my chest. I’m so wet. Can he feel that through his jeans? I tremble, but at the same time I can’t stop myself from tightening my thighs on his leg, rocking on him. The hard fabric of his jeans rakes against my thin panties and I can’t stop the moan of need that spills from my lips.

“I’d get on my knees for you, Addie. Get on my knees and beg you to give me more,” he growls. His fingers bite into my thighs as he moves my body back and forth on his leg. I whimper, knowing I should call a halt to this, but it feels so good. My head goes back as I feel his teeth bite into my neck, gently but with a sting of pain that makes my hips thrust forward. He pushes his leg even harder into my pussy and I swear I can feel the fabric slide against my clit.

“Black,” I moan, quickly losing control. One of his hands comes up and holds my breast, squeezing it almost in time with the way he moves me against his leg. He licks my neck until I feel his hot breath at my ear. His tongue darts out and he sucks the lobe into his mouth. It releases with a wet popping noise and my eyes close as I envision that same noise happening as his fingers slide in and out of me.

“I’d get on my knees and slide my head between your legs,” he declares wickedly, teasing me as he whispers in my ear. His hand continues to knead my breast. “I’ll make you feel good, Addie. If you let me,” he whispers. As he’s talking, his tongue slides into the shell of my ear. It darts around, and I bite my lip at the sensation his actions and words are combining to make inside of me. “I’ll slide it along the inside of your thighs, tasting your skin and then further up,” he adds as he rolls my nipple between his fingers.

“Oh God,” I whimper, all the sensations becoming too much.

I’m riding his leg now. There’s no other way to say it. I’m riding it hard and he has me wishing it was his face. I can feel it building inside of me. It wouldn’t take much and I’d come for him… maybe harder than I’ve ever come in my life.

“I’ll pull the lips of that pretty little pussy you’re hiding apart and push my tongue inside of you. Would you like that, Addie?” he asks, his hands biting into my breast harder, his thumb pushing against my nipple which is so hard it’s painful.

“I would,” I answer. There’s no point in lying. He knows the truth and I don’t want to pretend with him. Besides, I’m about one minute away from shattering into a million pieces—just by riding his leg.

“Let me come home with you, Addie. Let me make you feel good. Let me eat out that pretty little pussy and make you beg for more.”

Jesus. Never has a guy spoken to me like this before. I wouldn’t have dreamed any of them talked like this in real life. Maybe I’ve just been too damn sheltered. All I know, is that I like it. I like it and I definitely want more of it.

“I’ll go home with you,” I tell him, deciding that I’ll worry about confessing to Black tomorrow. His body goes stiff, for a second. He pulls away slightly and I want to scream no. I was right there! I just need a few more seconds and…

“Let’s make it your place,” he says.

“I have a roommate and they’ve kind of claimed the place tonight,” I tell him. It’s not really a lie….

“Shit. I have the same problem,” he growls rubbing the back of his neck as he steps away from me.

Disappointment fills me. My pussy is throbbing, my breasts are sore and I just want to cry. I try to calm my traitorous body, but it takes everything in me not to scream for him to finish what he started. I have a small warning bell going off in my head. I ignore it—probably because I need laid at this point—plain and simple. Still, he seems awfully old to still be living with roommates. I just imagined he had a home of his own.

“Then I guess tonight is off,” I sigh, hoping he tells me I’m wrong. Praying he finishes this tidal wave of need he’s set off inside of me.

“Well, we could get a hotel room, but…”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say yes, but then I think of my father and his position. Just because Black doesn’t know who I am, it doesn’t mean other people don’t. The last thing I need is for the gossip mill to start talking about the Mayor’s daughter being a slut. In his position, I’m sure he doesn’t need that kind of gossip either.

“I’ve not been in Mason long, but even I know how things spread through small towns. That wouldn’t do either one of us any good,” I tell him.

“So I guess we have to say goodbye here,” he grumbles and hearing how unhappy he is at least makes me feel a little better—not much. I’m going to have to dig out my vibrator when I get home. I hadn’t unpacked it yet, but I’m definitely going to need it tonight.

“I guess so,” I agree, sounding as miserable as he does, but I can’t help it.

“I have to go out of town tomorrow to Dallas, but I’ll be back the next night. How about I call you tomorrow and if you can’t ditch your roommate we’ll plan a night out in Carson?”

It seems weird he’d be willing to go all the way to Carson. Why go all the way to Carson? Can’t he get his roommate to leave for the night? Is he just looking to get laid?

Do I care about any of it at this point?

That might be the most important question, because I want Black enough right now to bargain with the devil if it meant having him.

“Sounds good,” I murmur, letting my questions and concerns fade away when Black kisses me again.