What Lola Wants (Leave Your Shoes On 1)

“You’ve been with all the wrong men, baby.”

He felt another tremor run through her. Holding his intent gaze, staring deep into his eyes, she said, “You’re under the misguided notion there have been a bevy of them. Not true. I wasn’t shining you on earlier. I’m serious about not having clicked with anyone, Alex. But this… you… Wow. Red hot.”

He felt the same. Yet, even as he attempted to focus on the heat factor, and while he still tried to reconcile the holy shit, I just fucked Lola Vonn buzz chasing through his body, that little tickle in the back of his brain returned.

Again, this was Lola. He couldn’t afford to jack their friendship. He thrived on it. Counted on it. She meant the world to him.

At the same time… he couldn’t help but pat himself on the back for the coup. He’d finally scored her. The love of his life. After all these years. And he was pretty damn certain she’d enjoyed every second of their wild romp. Even if it hadn’t lasted all that long.

For Christ’s sake, how could it have lasted long? He’d wanted her since puberty struck. So the first time was bound to be a hurricane, right?

Next time, he’d slow it down.

If he could. Hell, he was still buried in her warm, wet depths, and her body continued to respond to his, her pussy contracting around him. Her fingertips pressed into his back. Her leg remained slung over his waist. They could have at it again in a matter of minutes, and he had no doubt they’d be all fevered and erratic once more, with no real control over the whole sexily volatile hot mess they were embroiled in.

Just thinking of how reckless this new scenario with Lola was had him on his way to another out-of-this-world erection. Turned out, forbidden was hotter than hell.

He said, “Let’s try the bedroom this time.”

“Whatever you want.” Her look was downright lascivious. Sending him straight into sensory overload.

“You’ve heard of unleashing the beast, yes?”

She giggled. “Alex, I held back a scream that would have shaken the rafters of your condo complex. Have at it, man. Really. This is exactly what I’ve needed for so long.”

His eyes narrowed. “You’re not freaking out about this at all?”

“Oh. My. God.” Her lids closed briefly, then snapped open. Her hands shifted to his bare ass and she gripped him tightly, sending all the blood to his cock. “I just told you, I’ve waited so long—too long. Christ, it feels so good to have you inside me.”

“Again—not complaining.”

“Alex,” she said, not seeming to care at all that he was still sprawled on top of her, settled between her legs. “I had no idea it could be like this with us. I want the friends-with-benefits cliché. I don’t even care that every sensible human being on the planet knows what a catastrophic risk it is, one that ranks higher than sharing the nut-and-pretzel mix at a sleazy dive bar with a revolving-door full of booze-guzzling, chain-smoking Hell’s Angels types. I want this,” she repeated, with conviction in her tone.

She writhed beneath him, and his entire body jolted.

“Lo,” he said, his voice rough with need. One go-around with her could never be enough. “I’d be the biggest idiot on Earth to say no to this. I just… you know… think we should consider the implications. Ramifications. Whatever.”

“Screw ’em.” Her hands shifted to his neck, cupping it and pulling him down to her once more. She kissed him soundly. So enthusiastically he could have easily forgotten his own name.

When they finally came up for air, he said, “We’re moving this into the bedroom.” He detangled himself from her and got to his feet, hauling her up with him. He yanked his briefs and pants into place, but didn’t bother zipping up. He impulsively scooped her into his arms and headed down the hall.

“Careful there, stud. I’m not one of your brunette Tinker Bells.”

“Don’t insult my manliness.”

“Just pointing out the obvious. There’s a bit more to me.”

“You’re smokin’ hot. Every damn inch of you. We’re getting naked, Lo. Full-on naked.”

They entered his room and he set her on his bed, then ducked into the bathroom to clean up. And strip down. When he returned to where she sat perched on the edge of his mattress, she gaped. He was hard again.

Alex chuckled. “Okay by you?”

Her eyes roved his body and landed once, twice, three times on his cock. “Oh, Alex.” Lola licked her lips as she stared at him with a healthy dose of lust in her baby blues. “Yum is about the only word that pops into my head at the sight of you.”

Ha. Vindication for the million or so hard-ons he’d experienced because of her.

“I mean, really, Alex.” Her tone was low and breathy. Sultry and sexy. “Wow.”