It was sheer bravado on her face now, but I had to appreciate the way she tipped her head back and met my eyes, despite the anxiety in her eyes.

“What makes you think I’m nervous?” she said, challenge in her voice.

I could’ve listed a dozen things.

Instead, I slipped my hand from her cheek to curve into her neck, letting my thumb rest in the hollow of her throat where her pulse fluttered and beat like a caged butterfly.

I wanted to put my mouth right there.

Wondering what she’d do if I did, I decided to test it and see.

This was stupid.

This was crossing a line.

But from the moment I’d accidentally let my thigh brush against hers during the wedding, the need for her had pulsed inside me like a drug. And she’d felt it, too.

Fuck whatever happened next.

Under my hand, the skin of her neck was supple, smooth, and strong. There was so much strength in her firm muscles in her arms left bare by the sexy dress. They flexed subtly with her movements, always understated, never showy, but there was no denying the strength there. I wanted to feel that strength under me, around me, moving against me as I fucked her.

Her head arched to the side, her long hair blowing in the wind around us.

Putting my scotch down, I reached up and tangled a hand in her hair, confining it to a loose knot at her nape. A few tendrils slipped free to tease her cheeks as her head fell back and she gazed up at me.

“If I kiss you, what will happen?” I asked, lowering my head until only a breath of air separated my mouth from hers.

“I don’t know,” she responded. Her voice trembled a little. “What do you want to happen?”

“I want to take you to my room and fuck you,” I replied bluntly. “That’s all it will be, Emmy.” Dipping my head just a bit lower, I let myself taste the curve of her lower lip. She tasted like champagne, overlaid with scotch. It shouldn’t be so intoxicating, but it was. “I fuck. But I’ll make you come. I can take you hard and fast, then soft and slow. If you want it dirty, just say the word. If you don’t, that’s fine, too. But I want to fuck you. That’s what I think will happen if you let me kiss you.”

She blinked, her blue-green eyes slightly startled.

She licked her lips and I felt the tip of her tongue as it flicked against my mouth. I had to fight not to lean in and take that mouth, seek out that tongue. But she hadn’t said yes.

She didn’t say no either.

Instead, she pressed her hands to my chest.

My heart slammed hard against one of her palms and I might have wondered a little at that. When was the last time it had done something like that all because a woman touched me?

I really didn’t know.

But she was too busy sliding those hands up my chest, watching me from under her lashes, and the curious look in her eyes had my blood pumping hot and crazy in my veins—and that was new, too.

I clenched my hands into tight, white-knuckled fists, held still, and waited.

She didn’t say yes.

No, she rose onto her toes, her gaze fastened on my mouth. Then she murmured, “I think I’ll kiss you instead.”

I blinked, my vision going a little hazy but I had no time to process her comment because she had already pressed her pretty, rose-painted lips to mine and the impact hit like a Mack truck.

I grabbed her, my free arm going around her waist, while I roped long, silken skeins of her hair around my wrist and used it to pull her head back.

She whimpered a little and I tucked the sound of it away in the back of my head, the feminine moan of acquiescence. There’s nothing like the sound of a woman’s surrender. Nothing.

She opened for me as I fixed my mouth more firmly over hers. As I thrust my tongue into her mouth, she bit me, then sucked on my tongue and my brain went into a slow meltdown as I imagined her doing that to my dick.

Tearing my mouth from hers, I cupped her head in my hands and stared down into eyes like the sea. “You either stop this now or we go to my place,” I said. “Just be sure you know what you’re getting into. I don’t do relationships. If this gets awkward…well, it won’t be awkward for me. This is just sex, Emmy. Nothing more, nothing less. You sure you want that?”

Her eyes met mine as she closed one hand over my wrist, tugging at it.

I let go, almost reluctant, but she guided my hand to her mouth and pressed a hot, wet kiss to my palm.

My dick screamed at me.

“I’m a big girl, Sly. Stop trying to talk me out of this.”

Taking her hand in mine, the one she’d just kissed, I linked our fingers and tugged her along. “Let’s go.”

The walk to the elevator seemed to take forever and once we were inside the private car that only Mac, LeVan, and I could use, I hit the Close Door button and turned on her.

“Come here,” I ordered, but I didn’t give her a chance to listen, pulling her up against me and reaching for the back zipper of her dress.

She gasped. “Someone could see…” Her gaze flicked to the door.

“Private elevator. Only people who use it are me and the guys.” I dragged the zipper down, staring into her eyes with challenge.

Her cheeks flushed pink, but she returned my stare boldly, her shoulders going back as the dress began to gape. The navy material, covered in sparkles, made her look like she was clothed in midnight—sexy as hell, but I wanted her naked.

I changed my mind, though, just a few seconds later.

All it took was seeing what she had on under that dress to know I wanted to enjoy it a little bit longer. The navy-blue bra was a silk and lace confection that did amazing things for her already amazing tits, and her panties were barely enough to be called panties, just two strings stretching over her hips to connect the triangles that covered her already wet cunt—and I knew she was wet, because that front triangle was damp—and the thinner triangle that ran up between the cheeks of her tight, perfect ass.

I could see that perfect ass in the reflection of the polished black metal of the elevator walls and my hands itched to touch. Since I wasn’t one to fight urges, I cupped her butt in my hands and lifted her against me.

She arched against me and my cock pulsed in reaction.

“If I had a condom in my pocket, I’d just fuck you right here,” I said, my voice so rough, I barely recognized it. It wasn’t an option but I wanted to feel her, right here, right now. Putting my hand on her belly, I let my finger slide down the slight curve of her tummy, then lower. Soft curls brushed against my fingers as I sought out the heat of her pussy and I swore as I thrust one finger inside her.

She arched against me, going rigid, a shocked, startled cry escaping her.

Her head fell back, lips parted on another broken whimper.

I withdrew my finger and thrust it in again, then again.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I said and my mind went a little blurry around the edges as I thought about sinking my dick inside this slick, dewy cunt. The scent of her filled the air as I continued to fuck her; her hips started to rock back and forth until she was riding my hand.

I wanted to have her riding me—

Swearing, I crowded her up against the wall, pressing my weight against her to help support her as I reached out and hit the button for my floor. “I’m going to fuck this hot, wet pussy...it’s going to be so fucking sweet,” I told her as the elevator started its rapid ascent, sweeping upward to my floor. I withdrew my fingers as she began to tighten even more, a sign of her nearing climax. It wasn’t going to happen here. I didn’t know if I wanted her to come for the first time wrapped around my dick or if I wanted to have her come against my mouth so I could taste her but I’d figure out that puzzle once I had her on my floor.

The elevator glided to a smooth stop as I slid my finger into my mouth, licking the taste of her off.

“You’re sweet,” I said, watching as a hot blush colored her cheeks pink. “I bet you’ll taste even sweeter when I bury my face between your legs and eat you up.”

If I was honest, I’d have to admit that I’d wanted to do it ever since I saw her—and that hadn’t been when she’d been all stretched out and naked, doing her yoga bit in the middle of Mac’s living room.

It had been that smart-ass mouth of hers as she talked to me at Angel’s shower. I’d wanted her then.

That want had been building in me for months and now I was going to gorge on her.

I stooped to grab her dress, tucking it into her arms before sweeping her up against me. “Let’s go,” I said, striding out while she trembled and shuddered against me, her body still on the verge of the climax I’d denied her. I was going to drive her to that edge, again and again, then, finally, once she couldn’t handle any more, I’d let her come.

Inside the suite of rooms that I’d claimed as my own, I carried her over to the wide, low couch and laid her down. “Stay there.”

She blinked languorously, a slow sweep of her lashes over her eyes and I had to make myself turn away.

I had condoms tucked away in the drawer in my bedroom—not that I ever brought women to my place. Any time I fucked, it was either at the club or in whatever hotel was closest—sometimes even this one.

But never in these rooms.

I didn’t know why I’d brought Emmy up here and I stubbornly shoved the thought away as it tried to intrude. All that mattered was getting the box of condoms open, ignoring the way my fingers shook a little, and tearing a few of them free. Just one wasn’t going to do it.

Striding back into the living room, I stopped short at the sight of her lying sprawled on the brushed suede of my couch. Her spine was slightly arched, lifting her breasts, while her hips pressed into the cushions. As I watched, her lashes fluttered closed. One hand rested between her thighs and she moaned softly under her breath as she pressed the heel of her hand against her clit, rubbing herself through the material of her panties.

It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life.

Swearing, I crossed to her and went to my knees.

She jumped, eyes flying open, when I put my hands on the inside of her legs, pushing her open.

“Touch yourself,” I demanded. “Let me watch.”

Her cheeks flushed pinker, a mix of arousal now mingled with embarrassment.

“Touch yourself.”

Her tongue slid out and I wondered if she was going to refuse.

But she didn’t.

She slid her fingers inside her panties, her eyes closing once more. “No, look at me,” I said, squeezing her flesh lightly. “You’re driving me crazy. I want you to see what you’re doing to me.”

“What do you think you’re doing to me?” she asked, voice weak.

“I’m barely touching you.” She sure as hell was turned on. Her panties were no longer just damp. They were wet and I had to fight to stay where I was, watching as her fingers worked her clit under the silk. Reaching up, I caught the silky triangle and nudged the material out of the way, baring her to my gaze.

I’d felt the soft curls earlier but now I could see what I’d just caught a glimpse of when she’d bent over and stretched out weeks earlier, doing yoga.

The curls were neatly trimmed, but she didn’t wax or shave and I found myself liking it. Too many of the women I was with removed practically all of their body hair and I liked the thatch of curls that covered her cunt. The pink flesh was lush and slick, swollen and ready.

Ready to be fucked, I thought.

But I held back.

She flicked her clit with her fingers, back and forth, over and over, and I was mesmerized by the sight.

Pulling her closer to the edge of the couch, I pressed my mouth to one thigh, then the other, never taking my eyes from her.

She bucked her hips, a loan moan ripping from her.

And I knew how I was going to have her climax first.

Like this—

I pressed my mouth to her pussy and nuzzled her, dragging my tongue through that lush wet heat and taking in her taste.

She shrieked out my name and the sound of it was the sweetest damn thing.

Growling against her, I deepened the contact as she continued to rub her clit, harder, faster.

She came just as I went to thrust my tongue inside her and the taste of her exploded into my mouth. With a groan, I swallowed it down, then rose up over her, fighting with the button and zipper of my tuxedo pants.

I half-ripped the zipper in my haste and didn’t give a damn about it as I finally managed to free myself.

She was still shuddering on the couch, her eyes blind.

Stay like that…just like that…

Tearing open the condom, I unrolled it, then bent over her, gathering her up in my arms. “Look at me,” I commanded, tangling her hair in one fist.

She didn’t.

I pressed my mouth to hers and bit her lower lip, just hard enough to catch her attention.

She whimpered as I lifted my head and I repeated myself. “Look at me, Emmy. I want to see you as I fuck you.”

Her lashes lifted and our gaze connected, locked.

Reaching down, I steadied my cock, aiming for the heart of her.

She moaned at the press of my cock, arching up in welcome. Starving for her, I thrust in—hard.

The welcome died and a startled cry ripped out of her.

Her nails bit into my arms and she gasped as she pressed her hips back into the cushion in retreat.

The sudden reversal tore through me and I grunted, trying to lash down the need to pound into her. And that was all I wanted, to pound and hammer at her like a sixteen-year-old boy with his first girl.

“Emmy…” Panting out her name, I forced myself to lift my weight from her and retreat, just a little.

Shock flitted across her face as I moved and she shuddered. It made her pussy clench around the inches I still had inside her and it almost killed me to stay still and not move.

“Am I hurting you?” I demanded. I was big enough, but I wasn’t hung like a fucking horse or anything. “What’s wrong?”

“I…” She blinked, her hands moving from my arms to my chest. I waited for her to push me away, she looked that uncertain. “I…just…”

“Has it been awhile?” Please just say it’s been awhile, I mentally begged. If it’s been awhile, all I gotta do is slow it down a bit.

“Yeah, like…twenty-five years?” She laughed a little wildly and her blue-green eyes focused on me. “I…um…I haven’t done this before, okay?”

The words hit me sideways.

Involuntarily, I thrust deeper and another startled noise escaped her, but this time, it sounded suspiciously like a moan.

“You… Fuck.” I clenched the hand braced by her hip into a fist. “You’re a fucking virgin.”

“Technically, I don’t think that applies anymore.” She arched under me, wiggling a little.

The movement sent waves of pleasure ricocheting through me, waves so intense, I felt them in my balls. “Be still, damn it,” I snarled.

She blinked up at me, startled.

“Just…” Panting, I shook my head to clear it. “Just be still, okay? I’ve never been with a fucking virgin.”

“I think the mechanics are the same no matter.” She gave me a wobbly smile.

A virgin…My head swam with that knowledge and a brief thought hit me. I should stop…she should do this with someone who matters.

But no sooner did that thought hit me than another, more selfish thought came in swinging, silencing that brief attempt at nobility. Fuck that. She wants you.

Unable to stop myself, I dipped my head and kissed her.

That movement had me sinking another inch inside her and she lifted up, moaning into my mouth. The arch of her hips took more of me and I groaned against her lips, withdrawing, then sinking back inside her.

“You’re so damn tight,” I muttered.

How could this hot, sexy mess of a woman be a virgin?

And why was she giving it to me?

Her arms came up, curling around my neck. “Sly,” she whispered, moaning a little.

She wiggled again and it sent shards of want, jagged and sharp, cutting into me.

“Be still,” I ordered, pressing my hips against hers and weighing her down into the seat.

Her eyes widened, pleasure dancing across her face. I tucked that inside my head.

“You’re so damned bossy,” she said, the words broken on a sigh.

She had no idea.

But I said nothing else as I braced my weight on my elbows and withdrew, then sank slowly back inside. I had to lash down the gnawing hunger, the sharp edge of want. This wasn’t the place for it. Just like it wasn’t the place for me to pull out and flip her onto her hands and knees, maybe spank that very delicious ass of hers, see what new shade of pink I could make her flush under my hand.

And I didn’t need to be thinking like that either.

My cock hardened even more at the thought, jerking inside the snug embrace of her cunt and I swore as she clenched around me in reaction, a hungry mewl escaping her lips.

She arched up to meet my next thrust and I caught her hip in my hand. “I told you to be still,” I bit off.

“But it feels so good,” she said, her eyes blindly seeking me out.

I can make it feel even better—

I cut the thought off.

“I’m having a hard enough time not slamming away into you like a sailor just off a ship, so you better listen to me,” I said, lowering my head to whisper into her ear.

“Maybe I want that.”

I tensed, shaking away the urge to give her what she seemed to be insinuating. She had no idea what she was asking for.

She slid her hands down and grabbed my ass, her nails biting into my skin.

It set off another fire in me and I groaned. Grabbing her hands, I pinned them over her head and thrust into her, deeper, harder. “I said…stop.”

Her eyes widened as the shift in position had me pressing more tightly against her clit. Cocking a brow at her, I asked, “You like that?”

Blindly, she nodded. “Please…”

I thrust again, rotating my hips just a little.

She cried out.

Again…again…she squeezed around me tighter and tighter until I felt like I was fucking my way into a silken wet fist. And it was perfect.

Slamming my mouth down over hers, I took in the taste of her just as she started to come. She cried out into my mouth. I swallowed it down and stopped trying to hold back.