It had been hard behaving like a gentleman all night when Jo was walking around looking the way she did. The dress she had on was magnificent on her. That and the way she had her hair, the faded red on her lips, and the slightly smudged makeup under her right eye had amounted to me losing control of myself at her front door.

I just couldn’t wait any longer.

So I spun her around and pinned her there with her wrists above her head while I savored every inch of her bare flesh. The low cut of the dress gave me access to the top of her full breasts, which rose and fell with every labored breath she drew, teasing me with her soft, supple skin. I pinched her with my teeth, and she giggled, pushing her hips off the door and into my groin.

She must have felt how hard my cock was because she gasped and then rolled her hips along my center.

“You like what you feel, baby?” I asked, grazing my tongue along her throat and toward her ear.

She nodded.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Yes, I do.”

I pinched her earlobe between my teeth, and she giggled again, this time lifting her face to the roof and exposing more of herself to me.

She was everything a man could ever want. A cunning combination of quick wit and fire blended with a gentle soul, and all packed into a beautiful body worthy of worship.

I slipped both hands up the skirt of her dress to caress her hips. I went all the way up, where I intended to pull her panties down, but found no strap along her hip. “Are you not wearing any underwear?” I asked, a little astounded at my discovery.

Jo bit her bottom lip and writhed playfully in my grip. I squeezed her wrists tighter. “I’m not,” she said. Then she lifted her chin up to nip at my bottom lip. “I’m not wearing a damn thing under this dress.”

“You sure know how to torture a man,” I growled as excitement rippled through me. She was a tease of the best kind. I cupped her left hip and then let my other hand wander between her legs. Like a good girl, she spread them for me, and my fingers found her wet pussy. I stroked her gently, and she stared into my eyes.

“People might see,” she whispered.

“Do you care?”

She looked back and forth between my eyes as I eased one finger inside her. Her bottom lip quivered, and she melted into me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, which clung to me fiercely. She relented and let out a sigh as I rubbed my thumb over her clit and moved my finger inside her.

“I don’t want my neighbors to see,” she said.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have left this damn light on.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I like leaving the light on. It deters thieves. And makes a home a welcoming place to come back to.”

“I was just playing with you.” I chuckled, pulling my hand away from between her legs. I gave her hip a firm squeeze. “Shall we go inside, then?”

Jo nodded and waited for me to give her space to unlock the door. I remained where I was, enveloping her with my size, and she was forced to turn in place and fumble to get her keys out of her purse with me wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin in the groove of her shoulder.

“You smell like summertime,” I told her.

She giggled as she tried to shimmy the key into the deadbolt. “And you smell like wine.” She paused to turn her face and kiss my beard-covered cheek. “And pine trees.”

I hugged her tighter, and she took her time unlocking the door. It seemed that we both enjoyed the simple closeness. It lasted until the door was open, and then I walked forward, guiding her steps in front of me with my arms still wrapped around her. I kicked the door closed behind us, perhaps a little too hard, and found the next closest wall to pin her against.

I pushed her hair off her face as I rested my elbows on either side of her head. “A week is too long to go without seeing you,” I said.

“Far too long.”

“Then we can agree not to let that happen again?”

She nodded. “Yes. Agreed.” Then her hands were fidgeting with my belt, and her lips were curling up in a devious smile. “Are we just going to talk all night, Zachary, or are we going to get on with this?”

“Get on with it?” I chuckled as she finally managed to get my belt undone. “How romantic. You know, I like a woman who takes the time to sweet talk her man before she rides him.”

Jo arched an eyebrow and ran her tongue along her bottom lip. I grabbed her chin and pressed my thumb to her lip. She smiled and her tongue kissed the tip of my thumb. “I’m sorry,” she cooed. “Do I need to compliment you on how handsome you look before you’re ready to jump into bed with me?”

“It might help,” I said as she pulled my fly down.

“Would it?”

I nodded and released her chin to trace the line of her jaw as I brought my hand to the back of her neck. I sank my fingers in her hair, and the pins came undone, sending her strawberry blonde curls tumbling down over her shoulders. “I’m going to kiss you now,” I whispered.

Her eyes sparkled, and I didn’t wait for her smart-ass reply. Instead, I silenced her open mouth with my own. Her lips caressed mine as I plunged my tongue into her mouth to taste all of her. She sighed into me, and her hands wandered up my back, pulling my shirt up at the same time. She fumbled to get it over my shoulders, and we broke our kiss as the fabric passed between our lips. As soon as it was off of me, we were joined again, mouths crashing together as the desire between us flared into something even more intense.

I lifted her arms above her head again. She kissed me hungrily as I closed the fingers of one hand over both of her thin wrists, giving me the freedom to explore her body with my other hand. I started by tracing the neckline of her dress with one finger. Her skin erupted in gooseflesh, and she sighed softly into my mouth.

When I reached behind her back and found the top of the zipper, Jo arched her body toward me. I grazed her nose with mine, and she fell still as I pulled the zipper all the way down to the small of her back.

Slowly, I allowed her to lower her arms so I could pull the straps of the dress down her shoulders. It fell to gather around her waist. I pinned her wrists again, and she didn’t fight me. I could tell that she was the kind of woman who liked a man who took control—and taking control was what I did best.

I dedicated the next few minutes to devouring her breasts with kisses and nips. I suckled her nipples and drew them between my lips to run my tongue over them. She flinched, incredibly sensitive, and her body trembled against mine.

When she was practically writhing in my grasp, I applied more pressure to her wrists. I glanced up at her to make sure she was comfortable. She was watching me with hooded eyes and slightly parted lips. She looked like sin incarnate. The dim lighting of the hallway cast one side of her face into almost total darkness. The other was decorated in long shadows from her eyelashes.

She smiled at me as I went up the inside of her skirt once more. She spread her legs, her shoes clicking on the hardwood floor as she adjusted her stance to gain her balance. I teased her at first, letting my touch wander along the insides of her thighs. I grazed her clit, and she moaned out of desperation.

I kissed her throat, jaw, and lips. “Do you want me to touch you, baby?”

“Please,” she whispered. Her eyes were closed, and her head was pressed against the wall.

I traced her opening. She was slick with juices, and I could smell the sweetness of her arousal. I ran a finger up and down the length of her. Her pussy was swollen and aching to be filled. I would see to that.

I pressed two fingers inside her. She moaned toward the ceiling, and her hands tightened into fists. I thrust my fingers slowly at first in come-hither motions, curling up to her G-spot and moving deeper every time.

“Oh, God yes,” she breathed as her eyes fluttered open. She looked right at me, her green eyes somehow bright in the darkness. “Don’t stop.”

“Not until you want me to,” I said, and I gave her another finger.

She stretched to accommodate the thickness. Her moans became louder and less controlled. The sounds of her wetness mingled with the rustling of the fabric of her dress around her waist.

Soon, she was crying out with euphoric gasps that had my cock twitching in my pants. She was too fucking sexy. She had me aching to be inside her. I wanted to feel her squeezing my cock as her pussy contracted with orgasms. I wanted her to scream my name like she did the last time. I wanted to fuck her until she was nothing but the sex.

And I would.

She came all over my hand. Her sighs turned into whimpers of pleasure as I rolled my thumb over her clit. She relaxed in my grip and settled against the wall.

“You have a moment to catch your breath,” I told her. “And then I’m going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.” I kissed her deeply, and she kissed me back, even though she was short of breath.

“I don’t need a moment,” she whispered when we broke apart. “But I want to return the favor.” She wriggled her wrists, and I let her go.

Jo was still pinned between me and the wall. She slid down it, her back still pressed up tight against it until she was in a crouched position in front of me. She ran her hands down my thighs and then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my slacks. She tugged them down around my knees, and then my boxers joined them.

My cock sprang free in front of her face. She leaned in and ran her tongue up and down the length of it. She looked up at me as she did so with wide and eager eyes. I rested my hands on the wall and braced myself as she took me in her mouth.

Jo used her tongue along the base of my shaft and only gagged once when she held my cock at the back of her throat. She held herself there with her hands on my ass.

“Fuck,” I growled as she began bobbing up and down.

It was only seconds before her mouth was sloppy wet, and each lick and caress of her tongue brought me closer and closer to blowing my load. I tried to tell her that I was going to come, but every time I tried to speak, she took me deep into her throat again and looked up at me. She knew the power she had over me. She was going to have her way with me before I had a chance to get her on her back, screaming my name.

That, in itself, was a turn on. She was my equal in every way.

She sucked me off, hard and fast, until my hands were balled into fists against the wall. I bucked against her, and she held her mouth open as I thrust in and out until I came in the back of her throat.

She took all of it and swallowed, and then leaned back, wiping the corners of her mouth with her fingers. “Do you need to catch your breath, baby?” she asked, one eyebrow arched as she grinned at me.

“Woman,” I chuckled, “you are playing a dangerous game.”

“I like a little danger.”