Chapter 2
Beck
She hadn't even asked for my name or what I was doing here.
When I'd seen her walking down the sidewalk in that dress, my heart had sped up.
With that blond hair and the emerald dress, she'd looked like something out of a fairy tale and not Cinderella.
She was much too vibrant for that characterization.
Even though her gaze was wary, she'd engaged with me. She'd trusted me enough to get on the back of my motorcycle.
I was supposed to be here on business and to meet up with an old friend, but that didn't mean that I couldn't indulge in a little fun for the evening.
I didn't have to see her again after tonight. But I'd enjoyed having her on the back of my bike, and it had been nice to feel her wrapped around my body.
I had a feeling this wasn't something she did on a regular basis. She wasn't the sort of woman you picked up in a bar. She was the kind you put a ring on and took her home to meet your parents. The one you planned a future with, the house and the kids.
But I wasn't meant for any of that. I followed business deals. I didn't want anything that could tie me to any one place. It wouldn't be fair to either of us.
This woman was dangerous because she wasn't the typical one-night stand. She might regret what we were about to do. But there was a chance she'd remember this night forever.
I wanted to make it good for her, but I had a feeling she was a threat to my carefully controlled existence. But none of that made me want to stop.
All I could think about were her breasts pressed against my chest, the softness of her lips, and her fingers which were playing with my hair at the base of my neck. I growled as I took her kiss deeper, needing more.
I easily lifted her. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her to the bedroom on the first floor. I didn't have the patience to carry her up the stairs to mine. I wanted her now.
I should be drawing this out, but I couldn't hold onto any sense of logic with her hands on me.
I set her down on the bed and followed her over, her legs widening for me as I lowered my body.
Then I kissed her again, drawing out the kiss as my hands started moving over her body.
I eased my hand down her legs, angling for the edge of the material so that I could feel her skin.
I eased the hem up her legs inch by inch, and when I found her inner thighs, she moaned.
"You want this?" I needed to be sure that we were on the same page. She might have changed her mind, and I wanted us both to be clear on what this was.
The room was dark except for the moonlight coming through the windows. Her eyes were shiny with desire, and she nodded slowly.
"I need the words."
"I want you." Her voice was low and husky and hit on something primal inside me.
She wanted what only I could provide. I'd make her feel so good; she'd remember this night forever. It would carry her through the long winter nights when she was alone in her bedroom. When she'd touch herself, thinking of me.
The image of her touching herself only heightened my desire. I reached her panties, which were lace covering her wet heat. "Is this for me?" I murmured against her skin as she arched into my touch.
"All for you."
I growled again, loving the need I heard in her voice. I slipped a finger under the material and eased between her slick folds.
She whimpered as I slid one finger into her heat and then a second. I hadn't even removed any of her clothes yet, and she was writhing beneath me.
I pumped my fingers inside her and pulled her dress down in the front, pleased to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her gorgeous breasts were on display for me. "Am I what you expected?"
Her cheeks were flushed, and she bit her lip before answering. "So much more."
Her voice was breathless, and her hips rose to meet my movements. As much as I loved how she was reacting to my touch, I wanted to taste her. I wanted to experience everything with her. This wasn't a quick fuck. She felt like heaven.
I pulled out my fingers, easing down her body and reaching under her skirt to find the sides of her panties.
I pulled them over her hips and down her long legs.
Everything about her was perfection. Her skin was smooth, and her body was so beautifully responsive.
It was like she was made for me, which was a weird thought to have about a woman I'd just met.
I pushed her skirt up so that she was exposed to me. "I want to taste you."
She looked down her body at me and nodded. "Yes, please."
"So polite," I praised before I eased my hands under her ass and lifted her to my mouth.
She was just as sweet as I suspected she'd be.
She cried out at the first flick of my tongue on her clit.
I used my fingers inside her to drive her higher as I licked and sucked.
Her nub was swollen and her pussy tight around my fingers.
I wanted her to come on my mouth and my dick. I was feeling particularly confident tonight. I wanted to impress this girl. I wanted to give her pleasure so intense that she'd never forget about me.
This woman was special, even if we only ever got one night. I didn't know anything about her. Hell, I didn't even know her name, but we were intimately connected, and it felt right. The thought of how good she felt made me feel a little lightheaded.
I'd never felt this way about a woman I'd just met. There was something about her. But I couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was.
The only thing that mattered was making her feel good. So good she forgot about whatever she was thinking about when she was walking down the street.
Her muscles tightened, so I sucked on her clit, and she came hard, her muscles spasming around my fingers. I continued to pump my fingers and suck on her clit through her orgasm. Her muscles relaxed as she came down from the high, and I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand.
"You still with me?" I asked, pulling off my shirt and shoving my jeans off.
Her eyes were bright with desire as she watched me undress. "I need you."
I reached for my wallet, pulling out the condom I kept there. I ripped it open and smoothed it over my dick, then moved between her legs. I slid my aching dick between her folds, causing her to buck.
"I want you inside me."
"I thought you'd never ask." I was waiting for the go-ahead, always prepared to back off if she said so. I needed to ensure that she wanted this. I slid the tip inside her, and we both stilled. I'd never felt anything this good before.
My chest was full of emotion, and my heart was racing. The pleasure was intense, as if I'd explode if I moved.
She gripped my forearms. "I need you to fill me up."
I don't think I'd ever had a woman say anything like that to me before, and it set something off deep inside me. I moved, complying with her request and fulfilling the fantasy I had when she got on my motorcycle, to possess her, to make her mine.
It was crazy thinking for someone I'd just met. But I couldn't discount my instincts. I braced my hands on either side of her and thrust, giving into my baser desires even as I fought against my instinct to race to a finish line.
I never wanted this to end, but at the same time, I wanted to experience the intensity between us.
She pulled me closer, and I complied, giving her my mouth. I kissed her deeply as I continued to move inside her, driving both of us higher, to a place we'd never come back from. This thing between us was surreal.
I'd wake up tomorrow, and this would all be a dream.
Not wanting to let go so quickly, I rolled us so that she was straddling my thighs.
She lifted up as I cupped her breasts, rubbing my thumbs over her tits. Her entire body was flush with desire, her lips parted as she moved over me. "That's it. Ride me. Take what you need."
She huffed out a shaky laugh. "You talk dirty."
I arched a brow. "Do you like it?"
She nodded jerkily. "I love it."
I filed that information away for later, as if we'd have another shot at this. As if this was more than one night. But I was just kidding myself. You didn't build any kind of relationship when you started out this hot. Surely, it would only fizzle out once we learned each other's names.
All the more reason to mark this under the category of a fantasy, and everyone knew those weren't real.
I loved her like this, naked and riding my dick. I'd never get tired of looking at her body and touching her soft skin. I reared up so that I could take her nipple in my mouth.
Her hands came to the back of my head as if she had to keep me there. I sucked as she rode me harder. I wasn't going to last.
"I need you to go over first." I eased down to the bed, my finger circling her engorged clit, and she cried out.
I wish she knew my name and was calling out to me. But it was my fault that I hadn't introduced myself before we got into bed.
I thrust into her from underneath, and let go, the release coursing through my body more powerful than anything else I'd ever experienced before.
She slumped over me, and I fought to catch my breath. This woman was dangerous. It was a good thing we hadn't planned on anything more than tonight. I wasn't sure I'd be able to let her go if we got in any deeper.
I wanted to tie her to my bed and tell her she couldn't ever leave. But that was crazy. I wasn't even tied to anyone town, much less a house or a woman.
What was it about her that had me reeling? Whatever the reason, I couldn't let on that she affected me so intensely. She'd run in the other direction if she had any idea.
She wanted a diversion, not a man who fell hard over one night together. I discarded the condom, but I loved the weight of her on my chest, and I wasn't ready to move.
She kissed my pec, which caused my heart to skip a beat. That wasn't the act of a one-night stand. She was changing all the rules, and I wasn't sure how to react.
Should I encourage her to get dressed and leave, or did I ask her to stay? I wanted to sleep with her, curled around her soft, pliant body. I wanted to wake up and ease inside her again and again. I was losing my mind.
She moved off me and went to the bathroom. When she returned, would she make her excuses and leave? Was that what I wanted her to do?
I rarely brought a woman back to my place. I never intended to stay in one area for long, so starting anything, even something physical, wasn't smart. But everything that happened tonight was different.
This woman was unexpected, and I still didn't know her name.
By the time she returned, I was sleepy, and when the bed dipped with her weight, I drifted off. For now, she was here, and that was all that mattered.