I don’t know what I was expecting exactly, maybe for our first kiss to be a gentle, hesitant, but that wasn’t what happened. My lips parted on a gasp of surprise when his mouth crashed down on mine, hungry…dominating. The moment the kiss began, he was in complete control. His tongue darted inside, tangling with my own, commanding a response from me. A moan rumbled from deep in my throat when he pushed my back up against the side of his jeep, pressing every inch of his rock hard body against my own.
Brett wedged his thick thigh between my legs and grabbed hold of my waist as he pressed impossibly further into me, grinding the most sensitive part of me against the ridged muscles in his leg. His lips moved from my own, down to my neck, nibbling and licking at me as my hips moved against him and my nipples pebbled into hard peaks. I couldn’t remember anything ever feeling this good. We were both fully clothed and I was already embarrassingly close to orgasm. I gasped when I felt the bulge of his erection pushing insistently against my stomach and a sense of power washed through me at the thought that I affected him so much.
His tongue traced back up my neck to my ear, where he pulled the lobe between his lips and bit down lightly.
I was barely able to hear his whispered words over the blood rushing through my ears. “Come home with me.”
It wasn’t a request, but I couldn’t have denied him even if it had been. I wanted to go home with him. I wanted more of what he was making me feel. I wanted everything his body was offering.
I nodded vigorously, unable to form words as he assaulted every one of my senses. As quickly as his heat had wrapped around me, it disappeared, leaving me shivering against the cold metal of the car. The locks beeped and he pulled me against his body to open the door. I’d barely been able to form a coherent thought when he lifted me up like I weighed nothing and deposited me in the passenger seat. Leaning over me to buckle the seatbelt, he then slammed the door shut and jogged around to his side. In a matter of seconds, the jeep sprung to life and we were peeling out of the parking lot. I counted down the minutes—five in all—before he pulled into a dimly lit driveway. I’d never been happier to live in such a small town. Any longer of a drive and I probably would have had enough time to talk myself out of what I was about to do.
Throwing the car in park and turning the key, he jumped from the driver’s side and all but ran to my door, ripping it open and pulling me from my seat. He hoisted me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist as he carried me up a sidewalk and a small set of stairs.
“I can walk, you know,” I panted, still breathless from being so close to him as he fumbled with his keys, no doubt trying to get the door unlocked. I almost cried out in relief when I heard to sound of the deadbolt turning.
“Not letting you go, beauty,” he muttered, his lips still trailing over my neck. “Won’t risk you running away from me.” The instant we passed the threshold, he had me pinned against the wall by the front door, grinding his hard length between my legs just like he had in my fantasies. I was sure my wet panties were about to melt away from my body.
“Not going anywhere,” I breathed as I writhed against him, desperate for the release he’d been silently promising since we’d left the bar.
My hand snaked from around his neck, down his chest, across the ripples of his abs until I reached the stiff bulge behind the fly of his jeans.
“Take it out,” he growled against my lips as his hips thrust back and forth between my legs, rubbing against me in the most deliciously erotic way. I didn’t think it was possible to get any wetter than I already was, but his words proved me wrong.
With him holding my weight against the wall with his hips, I was able to free up both hands. They shook as I worked the belt and button of his pants, causing me to fumble a bit, but when I finally got his silky hard-on free, several thoughts crossed my mind.
First, how the hell was that ever going to fit? I’d never had anything to compare Lance to, but Brett made what Lance was working with look amateurish. Second, was I really doing this? Was I really about to put myself out there to have a one-night stand with a man I hardly knew?
When his head tipped back on a guttural groan as I stroked up his thick shaft and he told me, “God, beauty. You’re fuckin’ perfect,” the answer to my question was a resounding yes. I was about to have sex with this man. Hot, sweaty, animalistic—god willing—sex. And my one track mind couldn’t wait.
Taking my cues from how his body locked up and the intoxicating sounds he was making, I tightened my grip and sped up my hand. At that very moment, I wanted nothing more than to throw Brett over the edge. My earlier beers no longer affected me; I was drunk on the power of what I could do to this strong man.