One Wilde Night. Rhonda Leah

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      She tasted like coffee and sweet, powered confection. Her wicked tongue darted into this mouth, tangled with his. Slow, lavish kisses stretched time as her tongue teased his. Slick and efficient movements kicked up his desire. Wicked kisses mimicked the way he wanted to take her, consume her. He nibbled the soft flesh of her lips, reveling in the tiny sounds she made against his mouth.

      Her cup abandoned on the room service cart, he walked her to the sofa. Her small hands pushed his jacket from his shoulders. It hit the floor with a thump. The thin spaghetti straps of her dress highlighted satiny skin, drawing his hands. Cupping her shoulders, he smoothed his hands down her arms. Finding the side zipper, he lazily trailed his finger along it.

      She shivered, making his cock flare to attention.

      “I want you inside me the next time you make me explode,” she purred against his lips.

      He growled and slid the zipper down her side, his fingers parting the fabric and touching her heated skin. She worked his tie off, stepping back at the same time she let the dress slide to a puddle at her feet.

      A strapless push-up bra hugged her breast as he wanted to, and bending his head, he pressed a kiss to one pebbled nipple. She wore only thigh-high stockings and high-heeled sandals; the top of her head reached his chin.

      “You’re beautiful.”

      “You have on too many clothes,” she said, her nimble fingers working the buttons of his starched white shirt.

      He reached for his belt, but she pushed his hand away. “I want the pleasure of undressing you, Tucker.”

      At the sound of his name on her lips, his cock strained against his pants. Lifting her hand, he rubbed it along his hard length. He was aching to have her hands on him, burning for another release again so soon.

      “I can’t wait to see your cock in the light,” she teased, stroking him.

      He knew he was well endowed. He’d frightened a female or two, but Tara only seemed intrigued.

      “And I,” he said, pulling her onto the sofa, “can’t wait to get you naked.” She kicked her shoes off and unhooked her bra with ease. His hand flew to her breast as the soft weight settled against her rib cage. Moving over her, he eased her into the sofa, captured a rosy nipple between his teeth. He drew the tight bud between his lips, and loved the little noises she made.

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      Tara sighed and wrapped her legs around Tucker. She wanted this man with a force that frightened her. She needed to keep her head, but desire to have him fill her, bury his cock deep and ease her burning need consumed her.

      She rubbed her pussy against the roughness of his slacks. Slipping her hands between them, she undid his belt and pushed the zipper down. Moving to reposition, she took the opportunity and shoved his pants down, marveling at the sight of him totally naked before her.

      He lowered his weight onto her and finally, his hot, hard cock pressed her wet center. Then he sucked her nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth, gripping her flesh so tight, she’d have marks on her breast.

      She rocked her hips against him and his cock twitched. Tucker took her mouth, and she strained to wrap herself tighter around him. His hand found her wet folds. One blunt finger parted her, pressing inside. She screamed out her need for him. He pulled back and said, “I saw some condoms on the counter…in the bathroom.”

      She sighed. “Hurry.”

      At least his brain was working. She hadn’t given protection a thought. Then he was back, opening a condom as he walked. He rolled the prophylactic over his length. The rubber didn’t quite make it all the way down. “I’m safe,” he said.

      “Me too,” she muttered, pulling him back to her.

      Tucker was gentle. First he played with her, tenderly opening her to him with his fingers, then pressing the head of his huge cock against her center. When the tip touched her opening, Tara went wild, bucked and rocked her hips, wound her legs around his waist, tried to pull him in further. Her urgent need for this man was taking over her body.

      He must have had other ideas, because he shifted on the sofa to a sitting position and pulled her onto his lap, where she straddled his thighs. He thrust upward, but let her set the pace. When he rocked against her, the head of his cock finally eased into her waiting body. Satisfaction tugged at her emotions. It was what she’d been waiting for all evening, and it felt right—this crazy connection between them was intense. Her emotions were electric, her body on fire. He was still, his green eyes glued on her face, watching her every move, letting her take his length at her own pace. The way he studied her reactions was erotic, made her feel things she’d only imagined before.

      His cock slipped easily into her pussy as she lowered herself. His upward thrust matched hers, his wicked gaze drank her in as she took his full length.

      Her tongue slid in and out of his mouth in a rhythm he mimicked with his hips, and she sighed each time he pulled out far enough for her to miss the feel of his burning flesh. When he ground his hips against her, his cock hit her g-spot, making her shiver from head to toe. The tip of his cock pressed against her womb, and she took every inch he gave.

      At his upward motions, she matched him, harder, faster. The desire flashing in his eyes awed her. She’d only just met him, but he fascinated her completely.

      He pulled her lower lip between his, drugged her with hot, wet kisses. His climax slammed inside her, and like a match, set her ablaze.

      “Yes…” she heard herself utter before losing sight of reality for the second time. She milked him with her inner muscles, refused to move from his lap as he continued to throb inside her.

      Many heartbeats later, she had more strength and lifted her head. “Didn’t you say something about a bed before?”

      A boyish grin curved his lips. “Yeah, I did. We didn’t make it there.”

      She laughed. “No, we didn’t.”

      He took her mouth in a tender kiss and stood. When his long fingers dug into her bottom, she gasped, but swooned in the thrill of him buried deep inside as he carried her to the bedroom. He deposited her gently on the bed and kissed her forehead. “My lady…the bed.”

      She giggled, something she hadn’t done in a long time. The sound shocked her. “Indeed.”

      “I’ll be right back,” he promised before leaving the room, a beautiful space dominated by a four poster with lovely damask bedding. She pulled down the corner of the covers and crawled under. The snug weight made her feel secure.

      Tucker reappeared, pushing in the cart from the sitting area. He lifted a silver lid she hadn’t notice before. “Are you hungry? I ordered sandwiches too.”

      “You think of everything.”

      “Ah, not quite,” he said, holding up one lone condom.

      She couldn’t help being disappointed. “One?”

      “Apparently the hotel thinks two is enough.” He smirked, devilment dancing in his beautiful green eyes.

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