What Lola Wants (Leave Your Shoes On 1)

With Alex.

She snapped.

Lola threw her arms around his neck and kissed him as she toppled him, so that Alex lost his balance and fell over the arm of the leather sofa. He landed on the cushions with a hearty oomph—and her sprawled across him.

She had no idea if the passion that suddenly consumed her resulted from months of loneliness and a few unsatisfying sexual encounters. Or if it was all Alex, lighting her up like a slot machine with a winning combination.

No doubt the latter.

The lust coursing through her was clearly mutual, because her regimented best friend didn’t take offense to her tackling him. Nor did he hold back. He kissed her with equal fervor, his tongue teasing at first, tangling and toying as he engaged her in a sexy dance. Then delving deep, claiming her completely.

Excitement blazed through her.

Alex’s kiss went on and on. It was hungry. Greedy. Filled with the unspoken need he had to taste her, possess her.

Lola had never been so thoroughly lost in the moment. So that nothing else registered but the sparks that were flying in every direction.

His hands roamed her body, skimming over her hips to her ass, squeezing roughly and sending searing zings through her veins. She’d never expected OCD Alex to be this aggressive—it was so hot!

He rolled onto his side, pinning her between his large body and the back of the couch. Their legs twined. One hand left her butt and he palmed her breast, caressing confidently. His thumb whisked back and forth over her nipple, pebbling it tight. Igniting an insistent ache deep in her pussy. Her clit throbbed, demanding his touch.

She couldn’t resist grinding against him, feeding the inferno raging within her while also desperately seeking the relief she’d needed for much too long—now intensified by Alex’s blatant desire for her.

Eventually, he dragged his mouth away, his breathing labored. “Christ, you make me hard.” His deep voice rumbled against her throat. “So quick. Kissing you… touching you… hell, just thinking about being inside you could make me explode.”

His words thrilled her. So, too, did the fire burning in his eyes. The hard set of his jaw. The pressure of his muscular body against her softer one. They fit fantastically together.

“I want to fuck you, Lola.”

Alex talked dirty? That really got her going.

“Yes,” she said on a sharp breath. “Oh, God, yes. Alex, please.”

“Hard, Lo.” The dark edge to his tone spiked her arousal.

He was a dream come true. With just the right sexual chemistry and skill to convince her that this man would not lose his way, or leave her high and dry after he’d gotten off, as others had in the past.

“But first,” he told her as his lips trailed down her neck, nipping her sensitive skin, “I’m going to make you come.”

“Please,” she pleaded as she writhed against him. “I need it so much.”

“You need me,” he insisted. “You need me doing this to you.”

He was demanding and forceful in the most devilish way. Lola would never have guessed he’d be so commanding. So dynamic.

“Yes, Alex.” She submitted easily to his masterful touch as his tongue glided along her collarbone. “I need you.”

Her fingers threaded through his lush hair. Her breath caught in anticipation as his head dipped farther. His tongue flicked over her nipple, moistening it through the satin and causing the sensitive bud to pucker tightly.

“Keep doing that,” she begged.

“You have an incredible body. I want to taste every inch of it.” He brushed aside her drapey neckline, cupped her bare breast, and suckled the taut peak. Lola gasped as the flames flared in her core. He released the tingly flesh and murmured, “Perfect, pink nipples.”

His adoration made her burn brighter.

He shifted his attention to her other breast, sweeping away the material and curling his tongue around her nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth.

“That feels so good.” She whimpered against his hair, which smelled enticingly of pomegranate.