Elle tried to draw her legs closed again. It was impossible, what with the brute’s rough jeans in the way. He was kissing her, trying to distract her from the moment, but it wasn’t working this time. She felt so very exposed. Embarrassed. Vulnerable. All she wanted to do was for him to take her to his bed, slide them under the sheets, and get on top of her. Why couldn’t he just do that? Why did it have to be here, in the open, against the wall?

Another squirm did nothing but make the man tighten his grip around her wrists. She tried another “Blake,” but the word disappeared between their mouths without a hint that he’d even heard her.

This was a bad idea. What was she doing, pressed up against a stranger’s—?

Blake drew back. His eyes flickered between hers, his expression unreadable. He brought her wrists down, to her waist. Pressed them to her stomach. And slowly, without breaking eye contact, Blake lowered himself to his knees.

Elle’s eyes widened. “No—!”

But his mouth was already touching her clit. Her breathless protest dissolved. Her head banged into the wall as she arched her back and bucked her hips, grinding herself against Blake’s warm lips and spearing tongue.

Flickers of bone-deep ecstasy thrilled through her. Her hands, completely of their own doing, slid into his hair. Her legs parted, knees dipping down so she was angled perfectly against Blake’s mouth.

His hands slid under thighs. He hoisted her legs over his shoulders, making her cry out in surprise as she lost her balance. Her one hand slapped against the wall behind her, the other tightening in Blake’s hair. With her shoulders now flush with the wall, she had her balance back, but with her legs hooked around Blake’s shoulders, she had no choice but to spread them wide and let him lick and nip and kiss his wanton way over her pussy until he tired of it.

Or she came.

Which, judging from the throes of pleasure that tongue of his induced through her, would be any second now.

She heard herself moaning. Loudly. But was completely unable to moderate the volume. Her eyes were glued shut. Her legs trembled. Her core ached and throbbed as Blake’s tongue darted inside her, tasting her.

Whatever reservations she’d had earlier vanished. His nose kept brushing her clit. That tongue, so warm and surprisingly hard, teased her as speared shallowly inside her. The hand in his hair tightened. Blake glanced up at her, perhaps wondering if this was a signal.

She stared down at him, her mouth open and her breasts heaving as she tried to draw breath. He smiled at her, his eyes growing crow’s feet in the corners as that smile deepened. He drew back for a moment, flashing teeth at her, and then slid his fingers inside her.

From her vantage point, she could see them going inside her. Elle shuddered, forced her eyes to stay open. It was a mesmerizing display — this man she’d known for less than two hours, maybe three, on his knees in front of her. His fingers inside her.

He leaned forward again, his tongue darting out to lick her clit. Elle groaned deeply, her body jerking at that touch. She kicked her heels into Blake’s back, released his hair, and put her other palm on the wall behind her too.

And, ever so slowly so she wouldn’t lose her balance again, Elle began riding him. He kept sliding those fingers — Two? Three? — inside her, timing them perfectly with the rhythmic flicker of his tongue over her clit.

They both knew she was coming seconds before she did.

Her breath hitched, catching loudly in her throat. She pressed the back of her head into the wall, arching her back and clamping her thighs around Blake’s head. Trapping him. Making sure he didn’t pull away or waver. His fingers pumped furiously. His tongue massaged hard against her clit.

Elle cried out, “Blake!” at the peak of her climax.

The sound echoed in the large room, bouncing back to her.

She started, jolting away from his mouth as a wave of thunderous pleasure ebbed back, beaching her on an island of euphoria. He grinned up at her, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Kissing the inside of her thigh, he dragged his thumb down her sex and slowly slid her legs from his shoulders before standing.

“Did you just scream my name?” he asked with that same wide smile still on his mouth.

Elle blinked at him, shook her head. “I… I don’t know where—”

“That’s perfectly fine with me, sweetheart,” Blake said.

His hands grabbed her naked waist, and spun her around. She let out a surprised gasp, but that cut off when he kicked her legs open and stuck those magical fingers inside her again.

She crooned at him, her hands against the wall like he was searching her for contraband.

“This time, I want the fucking neighbors to hear.”