Free Sex & the Single Girl by Joanne Rock Page B

fulfill her long-ago fantasy even though he was so ready for her he thought he’d lose it any moment.
    He needed her now. Wanted her five hours ago.
    Still, he planned to take his time patting her down. Starting at the ankle.
    Bending low, Aidan noted her black satin high heels. He focused on them narrowly, hoping he could distract himself enough to get through the next few minutes without jumping her.
    Her barely-there shoes arched her feet and defined her calf muscles. Fire-engine-red toenails threaded through webs of skinny black straps. A silver toe ring with a tiny red heart decorated her pinky toe.
    He concentrated on every curve and nuance of her knees. Her thighs.
    Sweat beaded along his hairline. Restraint wasn’t easy to come by when confronted with thighs like Brianne’s.
    Still, as he reached the hem of her skirt, he skipped upward to gently grope her breasts. Her abs. Her hips.
    Sequins scraped along the palms of his hands as he eased his touch down her hips. He inched the material of her skirt higher, bunching up the fabric in his hands until she was scarcely covered at all.
    His chest pressed against her back. His cock strained against his fly.
    And it was killing him not to take her. Right. Now.
    Role-playing would be the death of him yet.
    He breathed deep. Held it in. Then curved his hand around the inside of her exposed thigh. “I think I’ve found something here.”
    Brianne’s breath shuddered from her. Her grip on the wall loosened. Her whole body seemed to pool into his touch.
    Aidan swiped a hand through the steam on the mirror so he could get a better read on her expression. Eyes closed. Lips slightly parted.
    And that was all the invitation he needed.
    He turned her in his arms, shoved her skirt down her hips. And holy freaking hell, she wasn’t wearing any panties.
    Hauling her against him, he slanted his mouth over hers. Kissed her with more need than finesse. She returned the kiss even as she yanked his shirt from his jeans and shoved the cotton up his back, off his arms.
    Somehow she’d walked right out of her shoes and she was naked. Brianne Wolcott was naked and wriggling up against him like she couldn’t get quite enough.
    And he’d thought he was fulfilling her fantasy tonight?
    This was better than anything he’d ever scripted in his hottest dreams. And he considered himself pretty damn imaginative.
    She broke their kiss, her fingers fumbling—enjoyably—with his zipper. “Do you have protection nearby? I have something but it’s in a bathroom down a hall and not conducive to—”
    â€œI’ve got it.” He was already digging in his back pocket for his wallet and thanking God for the proximity of a condom. What if Brianne had changed her mind about this in her walk down the hall?
    Then again, she seemed pretty committed to tonight as she was already tugging his jeans down his hips. Wrapping her calf around his to steady him as she worked.
    Tomorrow he would be adamantly opposed to a take-charge woman trying to steamroll him into doing things her way. But tonight, he was ready to shout with triumph over finding a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it.
    Clutching the condom in one hand, he lifted her up and seated her on the shiny lacquer desk. Because thedesk was hers, it was devoid of any decoration, adorned only by a small stack of papers at one end. Aidan vowed to have them scattered all over the black carpet before they were through.
    For tonight, he wanted to make her messy, add a little chaos to her smooth perfection.
    He shoved off his jeans, his boxers—his shoes were in there somewhere too. He’d sort it all out tomorrow. Right now he just needed to be inside Brianne.
    She was kissing his chest, her tongue blazing a hot trail to his shoulder. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroked him.
    And made him need her all the faster.
    He had himself sheathed and ready in two seconds