Free SinfullyWicked by Tina Donahue Page A

just about touched. Nikki
went weak with submission. The room grew quiet, even the music seemed tamed.
    Searching his face, Nikki saw no tenderness or
understanding, just a hard edge that excited her beyond reason. She expected
him to grab the belt the female server had placed at the edge of the platform,
wrapping one end of the leather around his hand, preparing it for use.
    Ignoring everything except her, Mitch cupped the back of her
head in his hand, tilting it to his, claiming her mouth.
    Dear sweet God. His kiss was unrestrained, his lips
as soft as she recalled, his stubble scouring her skin. He seemed unconcerned
about that and the crowd. He fondled her breast, playing with her nipple.
Sparks of delight made her tremble. He answered by settling his other hand on
her ass, his fingers trailing down the furrow between her cheeks, an
indelicate, possessive gesture. She moaned, the sound muffled by his lips and
tongue. He drove it deeper, his hand urging her closer, demanding she press
into his beefy cock.
    Sagging into him, Nikki sucked his tongue, imprisoning it
between her lips. He tasted minty clean and smelled even better, all woodsy
with a hint of leather. His body was solid beyond belief. His shaft, ungodly
rigid and thick, strained against his pants. His breathing was as ragged as
hers. It wasn’t enough. She wanted to wreathe her arms around his powerful
shoulders, getting as close as she could.
    The chains rattled with her brutal attempts to get free. At
the noise, Mitch pulled his mouth from hers, ending their kiss.
    No. Nikki brushed her lips against his cheek. She
burrowed her face in his collar’s opening, suckling his throat as he unlocked
her shackles. With each of his movements, she caught a hint of his musk,
whimpering in response. The bristly hairs on his jaw urged Nikki nearer. Freed,
she pushed her fingers through his silky hair, using it to anchor him to her
for another kiss.
    Not having it, Mitch swept her into his arms, carrying her
down the steps and to the room’s double doors. The women giggled and squealed.
The men were less romantically inclined, complaining loudly that they’d come
here for a damn show.
    The hall was cooler, the air less smoky, the patrons looking
at her and Mitch in bewilderment. He carried her to another door Nikki hadn’t
noticed before. It opened onto a back stairway lit by bulbs, not candles. Was
he going to mount her in here? Did he want that as badly as she did? And what
about Connor, where was he?
    Mitch lowered Nikki to her feet and grabbed her wrist, using
it to lead her down the stairs.
    Not understanding, she held back. “What are you doing? Where
are we going? Was what you just did a part of the perform—”
    “Shut up,” he said, stopping abruptly, using his body to
force hers against the wall. “Just shut up.”
    He gave her no choice, his tongue was back in her mouth, his
groin grinding against hers with a frenzy she’d received from few men. Heat
poured through her. The world spun. To keep from sagging to her knees, Nikki
slipped her arms around his shoulders.
    Mitch grunted, thrusting his tongue even deeper to tame her
uncivilized groan. He wrapped his hands around her wrists, pulling her arms
from him, pinning them to the wall instead.
    Wild, appreciative sounds spilled from her that his kiss
couldn’t quiet. They went at it like school kids on a hormone high, neither of
them wanting it to end. His tongue filled her mouth, hers filled his. They
groaned and grunted, each of their bodies growing damp with raw lust fueled by
too much previous heartache and need.
    When Mitch was finally as breathless as she was and finished
their kiss, Nikki snuggled her face to his neck, loving the sound of his
pounding heart, how he held her protectively, almost tenderly, his hand
stroking her hair. Her throat tightened with emotion, precluding any words, so
she spoke with her body, rubbing her nipples gently against his chest, wrapping
her leg around his.
    That