I need her.

Now.

All I can smell, hear, see—is her. I can still taste her skin. I feel intoxicated.

She looks up at me with those big, innocent-but-knowing eyes and I see the deep pool of passion bubbling inside her. All she needs is someone to unlock it.

I take her wrist and drag her along the street. The first alleyway we come across, I turn into. It seems like we always end up in alleys, but it’s the closest private place and there’s no chance of being seen in the complete darkness between the restaurant and the building next to it. I pull her in.

“What are you doing?” she whispers, but she doesn’t pull away. Her lips glisten enticingly in the dark.

“I’m not the kind of guy who leaves a woman hanging,” I growl before grabbing her by her upper arms, crushing her against my body, dominating her, and doing what I’ve been craving since the morning we met. Her lips are warm, plump and willing. They taste sweet, of gloss and something else. The world around me stops. A million memories are made in that fiery split second. Her mouth opens, and her hands turn into claws, gripping my shirt, straining to pull me closer. When my tongue slides inside her mouth, her moan makes me throb. The ache for her is so intense it’s painful. I press my erection, thick and hot, against her belly.

Suddenly, she tears her mouth away, panting. “No…we shouldn’t do this.” She pulls back and looks up at me. Even in the darkness, I can make out the way her eyes search my face for understanding. Permission. Absolution. It’s more of a statement than a question.

“Why not?”

“Surely, it must be against the rules?”

“They can’t tell us what to do,” I state, stroking her face, her hair, letting my hand slide down her back until it reaches the generous curve of her ass. Her groan, deep in the back of her throat, tells me she agrees. “This is about you and me, and what I’ve been dreaming about doing to you.”

She freezes. “Wh-what have you been dreaming of doing to me?”

I lean her against the wall and kiss her again, slower this time, deeper. The thrust of my tongue mirrors the thrust of my hips against her, driving my covered cock against her thigh. I take her hips in my hands and hold her steady. All I want to do is slide balls deep into her tight heat. The thought makes me start working her dress up over her thighs.

“Trent!” she gasps, tipping her head back against the wall.

I need no further invitation. I slide my tongue down her long, lean throat before dropping into a crouch. She freezes up, hands on the back of my head, but the action of my hands on her legs, gliding up and down her thighs, stroking her ass, loosens her up.

When I pull her panties down, she steps out of them.

I take one of her legs and put it over my shoulder, stroking from knee to hip as goosebumps rise up on her skin. I can smell her now, musky and sweet, pulling me in like a magnet. Closer and closer until my nose brushes her smooth mound and she whimpers softly. Encouragingly. My tongue darts out for a taste and she’s sweeter than I ever dreamt.

Fucking heaven.

“Oooh…yes…” she breathes, jerking her hips, giving all of herself to me.

And I take it, letting my tongue lap at her swollen lips, licking up her juices, diving in between her folds until I find her clit and capture it inside my mouth.

Now she’s mine.

Completely under my control. Lost in pleasure, hands pulling at my hair, breathing in short gasps, she struggles to stay quiet even as I feel her quivering under my mouth. I know she’s close. I thrust my tongue into her wet heat and she clenches uncontrollably. I flick my tongue over the tip of her clit and suck it into my mouth. Her body shudders. Her words echo in my head: I like feeling I don’t have a choice but to submit to whatever a man wants to do to me.

I bite her.

And that’s all it takes for her body to go rigid, and her thigh to tighten around my back. Her hips buck frantically as her orgasm tears through her. It lasts ages, but I don’t take my mouth away.

Finally, her body slumps forward. Her leg is still trembling with the intensity of her climax. “Oh, my God,” she pants, leaning against the wall for support, her eyes closed, and her mouth hanging open.

I put her foot back down on the ground and stand. I’m rock-hard and a little dizzy with desire, but this is enough for now. Maybe too much, but I don’t care. If we weren’t in public, I’d keep going.

Especially when she opens her eyes and her lips curve into a shy smile. “That was…unexpected.” Dakota straightens herself out, smoothing down her dress. She looks around on the ground for her panties.

I hold them out to her and she snatches at them, still looking down.

“I guess we’d better get out of here,” I murmur. “Maybe separately would be better.”

“Okay. Yes. Great. Thank you.” Her hand covers her face. “I mean—I’m not thanking you for this—I mean, I am, but…”

“I know what you meant.” She’s so fucking adorable. For her sake, I hold back the need to throw her against the wall and slam into her. I watch her leave. My cock is throbbing painfully for her. I stand in the shadows and wait until she hails a cab and climbs into it. Then I’m out of the alley and on my way to my own car.