Free Marissa & Mr. White: (Sexy Contemporary Romance) by Yolanda Allen Page A

muscular arms to steady myself. He grabs
me by the back of my neck and pulls away from my mouth.
    He pushes my back against the glass. The intensity in his eyes
excites me. His mouth roams over my body with a fierceness that I’ve never felt
before. He leaves a trail of wet and rough kisses over my neck and the tops of
my breasts. He pulls my top down and takes my nipple between his teeth. My back
arches and my hand grabs his hair. Mmm. He kisses between my breast then does
the same thing with my other nipple. My body tingles with desire. He puts his
thumb into my mouth and I suck on it. I can feel his hardness against my belly
button. I want to touch it. Am I ready for that?
    Before I have time to decide my body is twisted around and now
I’m facing the opposite direction. Now my hands are plastered to the glass. His
thumb presses against the back of my neck while his fingers lay firmly around
my throat.  My legs are spread wide as if I’m about to be body searched by the
cops.
    His hand inches up my thighs until they find their way inside
my shorts. My breath quickens as he rubs my wetness. I gasp when three of his
fingers enter me at once. My eyes close as I relish in the pleasure that’s
erupting between my legs. I moan. I want to call out his name but I don’t know
a name to call so I just say “Yes” every time his fingers plunge into me. I
open my eyes just long enough to see that we’ve drawn a crowd of spectators.
Surprisingly I don’t care.
    Just when I’m at my peak, begging him to go faster, he bites
down into my shoulder. I yell out in ecstasy. Within seconds I reach my climax.
My head falls forward as I brace myself against the window. I’m out of breath
as if I’d just run a marathon. His hand leaves my throat. He then kisses the
back of my neck as he retrieves his other hand from underneath my damp shorts.
Thankfully for me they’re black. His mouth now rests on my ear. He nips my
earlobe. “Until next time,” he whispers. And with that, he turns to leave. My
body slumps down to the floor as I watch him walk away.
    Damn.
     
    I hold the bar of soap to my nose and inhale the honey apple
crisp fragrance. It reminds me of my favorite jolly rancher flavor. Green
apple. I lather my body with the invigorating soap. I close my eyes as my hands
smooth over my skin. Flashbacks of the mystery man roaming his hands over my
body pop into my head. I touch my neck in the places that his lips had been just
moments before. My hand moves down to my breasts and my finger circle my
nipple. I smile at the memory of him holding them, gently, between his teeth.
Richard had been a sucker. I knew that I liked to have my nips sucked but until
tonight I never knew that I love having them nibbled. The pain-pleasure
that came from his teeth scraping against my sensitive flesh was hypnotic.
    I stand under the showerhead and allow the warm water to rain
down on my body and wash away the soapsuds. I feel like a sleeping bear waking
from hibernation. My body is so charged with sexual energy that every inch of
me is sensitive to the touch now. I cut off the water.
    I need more of this.
    More of him .

Wing Girl
     
    Friday…
     
    “I still can’t believe you went to Club Masquerade without me,
slut bucket.” Bianca giggles into my cell phone.
    “In my defense I did call you. A few times, I might add.”
    “You didn’t leave a message, so I had no idea what plan your
sinful mind had come up with. I would have jumped at the opportunity to get my
freak on versus being stuck in a hospital room for four hours. I hate
hospitals. I haven’t been in hospital since…” her words trail off.
    I know what she wanted to say. She hasn’t been inside a
hospital since my mom got sick.
    “Anyway, I’m so proud of you for going by yourself!” Bianca
squeals.
    I laugh.
    “You’re a big girl now, Rissa.”
    “Whatever.”
    “So how was it?”
    I sigh. “Intoxicating is the best word to describe how I felt
when I left that