“Come here, Becka.” The way he said her name was almost a purr, a soft coaxing that was no less a command than all his others tonight. “Give me your mouth.”
She kissed him, telling herself she did it because she wanted to and not because part of her quivered with need at the rough growl in his voice. He tasted like the scotch he’d been drinking at the reception, and it went straight to her head. She forgot she was supposed to be in the dominant position, to be driving this encounter, to be the one calling the shots. Instead, she released his wrists and cupped his jaw on either side, losing herself in the feel of his tongue sliding decadently against hers, his lips hard and unyielding and yet giving her everything she needed.
It was too much.
He kissed her like this meant something.
She didn’t want him to be right.
She leaned back, desperate to put some distance between them, to remember the purpose for that night.
Her plans disappeared through her fingers like smoke when his lips curled into a wicked smile. “Let me taste you, Becka.”
* * *
It took everything Aaron had to leash himself, to hold still as Becka considered him. The first impression he’d gotten of the wild thing on the verge of fleeing was only reinforced by the skittish look in her eyes. She’ll run at the first hint of a cage. He filed away that information, but the truth was that he didn’t want to cage her.
That isn’t what tonight is about.
She worried her bottom lip even as she shifted deliciously against him. “I can’t think straight when you say my name like that.”
Good. He didn’t say it through sheer force of will. “This thing with us has nothing to do with thinking straight.” He’d accepted the offer of a nightcap because she was beautiful and interesting, and it had been a long time since he’d let himself indulge in anything resembling a one-night stand. But this bold and slightly brittle woman intrigued him despite himself.
She sat up a little, pressing herself down against his cock. “That’s a good point. A brilliant point, even. I’m overthinking things.” She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t usually bring this much baggage to banging. Sorry. The wedding has me all twisted up for various reasons.”
“Becka—”
She charged right over him. “But that’s neither here nor there.” She gave a brilliant smile. “You wanted a taste.”
He kept himself perfectly still as she sat up fully and stretched her arms over her head, showing off her body. And, fuck, what a body. Aaron wanted to pin her down, to lick and kiss every inch of her until she felt the same desperation coursing through his veins. I do that, she leaves.
Unacceptable.
Becka moved up until she straddled his face. He could see how wet she was against the silk of her panties, and he ran hands up her thighs, urging her to spread a little farther for him. “Perfect.”
“Hey now, remember who’s in the driver’s seat.”
He shifted his hands higher so he could hook a thumb into her panties and tug them to the side, exposing her. “Let me know if I miss the mark.” He lifted his head, still holding her gaze, and flicked his tongue out to taste her.
She braced her hands on the wall over the headboard and bit her bottom lip. “More of that, please and thank you. Suck my clit, Aaron.”
Fuck me.
His control snapped. He obeyed her hoarse command, sucking her clit into his mouth and rolling the sensitive bud against his tongue. Becka let loose a whimper that sent a bolt of lightning to his cock.
Getting her to make that noise again shot to the top of his list of things to do.
He lost himself in her taste, in the way her thighs went tense beneath his hands when he licked her just right. It didn’t take long to find the blend of rhythm and pressure that had her rocking against his mouth, her whimpers turning into gasping cries. Higher and higher he took her, driving her ruthlessly into her first orgasm. She let loose a breathless giggle when she came, as if overtaken by sheer delight the same way she’d been overtaken by pleasure.
He fell a little bit in love with her right then and there.
“Safe to say you didn’t miss the mark.” Becka laughed again and slumped to the side, letting one leg sprawl across his chest as she blinked at him from beneath a curtain of blue hair. “I was right—it is good with you.”
“Happy to live up to expectations.” For the first time in so long, he wasn’t thinking about his next business move or the future, beyond the moment when he got inside this woman. Tonight. Even if it’s only tonight, it’s worth it for the reprieve she’s offered. Aaron rolled onto his side and smoothed back her hair. “I like the blue.”
“I live to please.”
He lightly pinched her nipple. “So snarky.”
“Hmm, you know it.” She stretched from her fingers to her toes, her body perfectly on display for one breathtaking moment before she relaxed and grinned at him. “That was a great appetizer, but I’m more than ready to move on to the main course.”
He dug his wallet from his pocket and fished out the condom he’d stashed there earlier that week. Aaron always carried one with him—the better to be prepared for any given situation that arose, so to speak—but he switched it out regularly to avoid any mishaps. He took her hand and pressed it to her palm. “Do the honors.”
“The honors.” Becka smirked. She ripped the foil packet open. “Someone’s got a high opinion of themselves.” She took her time rolling the condom on, teasing him, prolonging the moment when this reached the point of no return. As if she wanted this to last as much as he did.
“That’s enough.” He cupped the back of her neck and towed her up so he could take her mouth. Aaron rolled them without breaking the kiss, loving the way she moved with him as if they’d done this a thousand times. She stroked her hands down his sides and gave his ass a playful squeeze as he settled between her thighs. He chuckled against her mouth. “Cheeky.”
“Just call me a saucy little minx.” She nipped his chin and pressed an openmouthed kiss against his neck. “I don’t want to wait anymore, Aaron. I need you.”
“Next time we go slow.” He reached between them to position his cock at her entrance. “Ready?”
“Baby, I was born ready.” She hooked a leg around his waist and arched up to meet him.
He’d expected the move, so he countered it, letting himself sink into her a single inch and no more. “Slow, minx. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her laugh seemed to vibrate her whole body, and her blue eyes shone with true amusement. “That giant cock of yours is impressive, but I can take it.” Becka grinned. “Do your worst.”
Impossible to resist the playful challenge in every line of her body. He didn’t really want to hold back any more than she seemed to want him to. Aaron slammed into her, sheathing himself to the hilt. She jolted, that delicious whimper slipping free again. He ate the sound, kissing even as he began moving. His leash had snapped without his realizing how close he was to losing control. This woman, this wildfire in his arms, she brought out something he’d fought long and hard to tame within himself.
Something savage.
He tried to pull back, tried to regain control.
As if sensing his withdrawal, Becka wrapped both legs around his waist and grabbed his hands, lacing their fingers together. She stretched her arms over her head, guiding him to pin her down. “I’m not breakable, Aaron. You don’t have to be careful with me.” She squeezed his hands. “I want everything.”
He