Turk was pulling in beside her as Erin parked her car. His helmet was off as she opened her door. Slamming the door closed she found herself pushed against it a heartbeat later, Turk’s lips covering hers again.
She could grow addicted to his kisses.
Hell, maybe she was already addicted. Her body definitely acted as though it were.
The second he touched her, the second his lips covered hers again, his tongue rubbing against hers, pleasure exploded through her system. A vibrant, white-hot pleasure that whipped through her body and left her senses reeling.
She couldn’t catch her breath.
She didn’t want to catch her breath.
This was what she had craved from the moment she had met him, from that first look to that first kiss then to here. These striking, incredible sensations she’d only just learned existed.
Sensations she’d only found in this man’s arms.
Her breasts plumped, becoming swollen, her nipples too sensitive as they pressed against his chest. A flush of heat washed through her body, as though her internal thermometer had gone haywire. Between her thighs, the gold, curved piercing that circled her clit was doing something it had never done before. Where once there had been plenty of room between the piercing and her clit, it now rubbed against the hood covering the bundle of nerves and sent exquisite sensations racing through her.
Even masturbation hadn’t swollen that bundle of nerves to this extent.
“Move,” he growled, lifting his head as she forced her lashes to part. “If we don’t get to your apartment or mine in the next ten seconds, you’ll be fucked wherever we’re standing.”
There was a problem with that?
“No matter who’s watching,” he groaned as her lips parted on a slight gasp.
Oh, yeah.
Watching. That was right—anyone could be watching.
“My apartment,” she demanded. “My bed.”
“You’ll be lucky if I get the door closed first, dammit.”
Taking her forgotten keys from her hand he hit the remote lock to the car, then he was pulling her behind him. Precious seconds were taken in punching the code into the security system at the door. Then the elevator.
The ride took forever. It was torturous as he pulled her back to his chest, the hard ridge of his erection riding against her lower back as his lips lowered to her neck.
Oh, God.
Chills raced over her flesh as his lips found the sensitive curve of her neck and shoulder, playing there with gentle nips and heated kisses.
Her head fell back against his shoulder, one arm curving around the back of his neck as she leaned into him. Her eyes drifted closed as the elevator signaled its arrival at the third floor.
Stepping around her, Turk drew Erin behind him, her keys still in his hand as he reached her apartment door.
“Push your code in,” he groaned as he shoved the key in the lock. “And hurry.”
Hurriedly punching in the six-digit code as he turned the key and pushed the door open, Erin could feel her heart beating faster. Sensual, erotic need rose through her senses and left her breathless.
Pushing the door open, Turk pulled her in behind him. The second the door slammed shut she was lifted from her feet, her back pressed against the wall. Gripping her thighs Turk placed them at his hips, moving between them with a groan.
The heavy length of his erection, held back by his denim and her silk panties, pressed against the sensitive mound of her sex. Damp heat and erotic flares of sensation erupted from her clit through the snug tissue of her vagina to clench at her womb and steal her breath.
Grinding against her, his lips took hers again. His tongue pushed past her lips to find hers as a moan escaped from the erotic caress.
Erin tangled her fingers in his hair, tightened her thighs at his hips, and rode the impressive length of his shaft as she felt her skirt slide up, over her rear. A second later a cry escaped her as the silk of her panties were torn from her.
“Buy you more later,” he groaned, pushing his hand between their bodies, his lips moving to her neck as he pulled her blouse aside with his other hand.
Buttons scattered. The cup of her bra was pulled aside as she felt the wide, blunt tip of his cock pressing against the heated, slick folds of her pussy.
“Fuck! I knew this would happen,” he groaned, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs as she forced her eyes to open, to stare at the savage features of the man prepared to penetrate her.
“Condom,” he bit out, voice rough as he moved the hand clenching the curve of her rear to search a pocket.
She’d forgotten protection, too. She had never forgotten anything so essential.
Pulling the foil pack free, his jaw clenched, his expression tortured, he tore it open with his teeth, removed the latex and hurriedly rolled it in place.
“Now,” she whispered as the hard, throbbing crest was pressed into place once again. “Now, Turk…”
The muffled, whimpering cry that left her lips at his first thrust was followed by a second as he pulled back. Pushing inside her again, he went farther. On the third thrust he buried deep, a hard rasp of a groan echoing from his chest.
It was so good.
Pinpoints of heat and pleasure pain attacked her flesh as it struggled to accommodate the width of his erection inside her. Sensation built and gathered, swirling through her senses, drawing a muted cry from her lips and intensifying the need already burning through her.
“So damned tight,” he whispered, his lips moving to her neck once again, spreading kisses along the sensitive column as he moved toward the needy, hard-peaked breasts below. “So sweet and hot. Damn, Erin. So fucking sweet and hot.”
The penetration stretched her almost painfully, the duality of the pleasure and pinching heat making her gasp from the sensations. The pressure it created on the piercing that circled her clit was disastrous.
There was no holding back her response as each pulse and throb of his cock inside her seemed to tighten the gold semicircle with its emerald-tipped jewel tighter around the swollen nub.
There was no holding back any part of herself. She was his. All his. She’d known it since the moment their eyes met, since that first kiss.…
Then, he began to move. Thrusting inside her, slow and easy, his lips moved from her neck, along her collarbone to the tight point of a nipple pleading for touch.
Tightening her thighs on his hips, her head fell to his shoulder; Erin could feel her response to him spiraling out of her control. There was no holding back, no pulling back. As though her body recognized the one touch she would always ache for, her senses became consumed by him.
The piercing circling her clit tightened further, rasping over the engorged bud of her clit as Turk moved against her. Drawing back, the heavy length of his cock stroking slowly over sensitive nerve endings, enflaming them with the stretching pleasure-pain.
Pulling free, the broad crest paused at her entrance, Erin drew in a shaky breath, only to expel it in a harsh cry of extreme sensation as Turk powered inside her once again.
The hard penetrations followed by the slow, exquisitely sensual withdraws were intoxicating. Each one pushed her deeper into the merciless storm gathering inside her. Pleasure raged across nerve endings. Heat flushed her body, swirling around her, through her. Flames licked across her flesh, struck at her clit with each inward stroke, then over the slick, inner flesh of her sex.
It was so good.
Sharp, building ecstasy whipped through her, gathering and intensifying as his thrusts began to quicken, to push her higher, deeper into the swirling heat surrounding her.
His lips drew at her nipple, the pleasure there sending shards of sharp sensation to clench at her womb.
Addictive.
She knew she would crave more once he was done. She would ache for this pleasure. She might even be tempted to beg for it.
“Turk.” Crying out his name as his hips moved harder, faster, driving him inside her with destructive results, she felt every muscle inside her begin to tighten.
Her clit was so swollen the piercing sensations drove her to the brink of insanity. Her nearing orgasm tightened, brewing in her womb, in her clit, racing toward ecstasy.
The muscles of her vagina clamped on each shafting stroke, tightening on him, pleasure rupturing through her senses as a low, mewling cry escaped her throat.
It hit her then.
An explosion that vibrated so deep, so powerfully inside her that she swore she saw stars. One hard, violent spasm after another clenched the flesh surrounding him. They rocked through her senses, dragging her into a storm of blinding ecstasy.
“Ah, fuck!” Turk groaned, his head lifting from her nipple, his cock plunging inside her again. Again.
As pleasure destroyed her senses she felt him tighten against her, his erection throbbing with one hard, powerful pulse before the feel of his release echoed through her sensitive inner flesh. The final, ever-deepening explosion of her own orgasm drove through her senses with incredible, destructive rapture.
Collapsing against him, Erin was only barely aware of him moving. Holding her close. His arms strong and warm, he carried her into her bedroom and gently laid her back on her bed.
As she drifted off to an exhausted slumber she felt him stripping her. For a moment, she awakened enough to realize he was slowly moving a damp cloth between her thighs, removing the damp proof of her own pleasure.
* * *
Thankfully, she slept, Turk thought, unaware of him staring down at her as the sun rose hot and bright in the Texas sky. Unaware of the way he brushed back a swath of red-gold hair before drawing back and snapping and zipping his jeans before leaving her apartment, locking the door behind him silently.
Moving across the hall he unlocked the door to his own apartment, stepped inside, then blew out a hard, deep breath.
“Fuck,” he muttered into the silence of his apartment. “I’m screwed.”
Because the pleasure had been simply incredible. Better than anything he’d ever known with any other woman. Better than he’d ever imagined he’d experience.
He wanted nothing more than to slip back into her apartment, into her bed, and experience it again.
An addictive pleasure.
And addictions were flat forbidden in his life.
For a reason.