Tall, Dark and Charming (Tall, Dark and Sexy 1)

He lifted his hands and threaded his fingers through her unbound hair, playing with the strands before pushing his hands deeper into the waves. “We didn’t establish where that kiss would be, so I’m going to have to cover all bases.”

She wasn’t about to object, and she tipped her chin up toward him, her lips already slightly open and waiting for him to claim. “Please do.”

The last thing she saw was his smirk of satisfaction as he lowered his head and touched his mouth to hers. His initial kiss was soft and sweet and much too tame for the restless longing building inside of her. He gently nibbled on her bottom lip, then skimmed his tongue along that plump flesh before placing a chaste kiss at the corner of her mouth. If he was trying to drive her crazy, he was nearly succeeding.

“Aiden,” she moaned in frustration. “Stop with the vanilla crap and move on to the chocolate already. I want the good stuff.”

He laughed, getting her reference. She didn’t want to be treated gently. Not tonight.

His big hands tightened in her hair as he pulled her head back, causing her neck to arch and forcing her lips to part so that when he took her mouth she’d have no defenses against how he kissed her. He held her head immobile, and in that moment, it was clear that he’d taken complete control and that, whatever happened next, she had no choice but to go along for the wild ride.

His eyes darkened, heated in a way that made her pussy clench and ache, and when he claimed her mouth this time, the kiss was immediately hot, deep, and fueled with lust. It was the darkest, richest chocolate imaginable, and she wanted more. So much more. The memories of these kisses had to last her a good long while after tonight, and she suddenly felt greedy and ravenous.

The deep, erotic, tongue-tangling kisses continued as he unbuttoned her blouse and tugged the hem from the waistband of her skirt. His mouth never left hers as he pushed the fabric off her shoulders and down her arms, until it was falling off her body and onto the floor. He reached around to her back, and like a man who knew his way around women’s lingerie and who’d clearly honed his skills, he easily unhooked her bra in one try. That silk and lace garment joined the rest of her clothing on the floor.

She moaned against his lips as her tight, aching breasts swung free. She fully expected him to cop a feel, wanted him to, but his hands moved down her spine until he found the button and zipper of her skirt. While he took care of getting rid of that piece of clothing, he showed off his impressive multitasking skills, his mouth never letting up on hers as he assaulted her senses with more blistering, toe-curling, panty-melting kisses—and she wasn’t exaggerating about her panties melting. Her underwear felt hot and wet enough against her flesh to disintegrate.

Once the skirt was off, he finally released her mouth and took a step back so he could look his fill of her, and feeling emboldened, she leaned seductively against the wall and let him. His gaze drifted over her flushed face, taking in her tousled hair and the lips that felt swollen and bruised from his unrelenting kisses. He continued the trek, admiring her full, firm breasts, the swell of her hips, and her curvy thighs. She was still wearing her panties, but when his scorching gaze momentarily stopped at the white lace concealing her sex, she felt as though she might as well have been completely naked.

His eyes came back to her face, the depths filled with lust and awe. “Jesus, Daisy,” he said, his voice rough as sandpaper. “That was like unwrapping a long-anticipated present on Christmas day and discovering what you asked for was so much more than you’d ever expected. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

She shivered at his compliment. She was well aware that she didn’t have the tightest, skinniest figure—she was a girl who liked to eat more than just a salad and she’d never refuse a cupcake—but she’d never felt so adored. So beautiful. So desirable. “Thank you.”

He tugged at the knot of his tie until the loop was big enough for him to remove the accessory over his head, then he started in on the buttons of his white dress shirt. She licked her lips in anticipation, because it was now her turn to watch him strip and enjoy what he was about to reveal.

“I’ve always wondered what you were hiding beneath those conservative suits you wear, and now I know,” he said, revealing to her that he’d fantasized about her, too. “A banging body meant to be thoroughly fucked, with soft, sexy curves designed to take a cock hard and deep, just like you’re going to take mine.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Holy shit. She was already wet from his kisses, but now her panties were absolutely soaked by his explicit, unfiltered words. Aiden was the consummate gentleman at work, the nice, easygoing guy who flirted and teased. But in the bedroom, she was quickly learning that this man was a dirty-talking alpha who liked being in charge, and it was seriously hot. That dominant edge had her body softening, ready and willing to submit to whatever he demanded.

No wonder his little black book app was constantly pinging with notifications from interested women. He’d definitely be her go-to guy for a booty call if she did this kind of thing on a regular basis.

He shrugged out of his shirt and stripped off his pants, and now she had intimate knowledge of what he looked like beneath his tailored suits. Her imagination didn’t do the real thing justice, and she committed everything about his gorgeous, delectable body to memory . . . his solid chest, the cuts in his muscled abdomen, and that deep, carved V that disappeared into the waistband of his black boxer briefs. Despite him still wearing his underwear, she brazenly looked lower and swallowed hard. The thick length of his cock outlined beneath the cotton fabric was testament to exactly what was coming her way, and she realized it was going to be a deliciously tight fit when it happened.

A sly, knowing smile curved his lips as he stepped back to her, and as soon as he was close enough, she didn’t waste any time in tucking her fingers into the waistband of his briefs to pull them down so she could look and touch and play with his cock. Before she could execute the move, he grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands against the wall at her sides.

“No touching yet, sweetheart,” he said, releasing her so that his fingers could tangle in her hair again. He tipped her head to the side and skimmed his lips along her jaw and up to her ear, nipping the lobe. “I’m already rock hard and throbbing, and I’m not about to come in your hand like a goddamn teenager. Not

only that, I still haven’t covered all those other bases with kisses.”

She laughed, then moaned as his mouth, open and hot and damp, pressed along the side of her neck, causing goose bumps to break out all over from the divine sensation, as well as the arousing scratch of his trimmed beard on her skin as he gradually made his way lower. His tongue stroked languidly over the hollow of her throat, then down the center of her chest, eliciting a delightful shiver as his mouth reached her cleavage.

He pressed the sides of her breasts together, and when he licked and sucked and bit roughly at the pebbled tips, she felt that sharp, tugging sensation all the way down to her core. She moved restlessly against the wall, pushing her nipples deeper into his mouth and rubbing her thighs together to help ease the swollen, heavy feeling in between. It did little good. She needed direct stimulation to give her the orgasm that already felt so close to consuming her.

She speared her fingers through his hair, gripping the strands tight. “Aiden . . .” His name fell from her lips on a desperate note of sheer need.

Keeping his mouth latched onto her nipple, he let one hand drift down her rib cage and along her stomach before sliding into her panties. Her legs were already anxiously parted, and profound relief and pleasure poured through her at the first glide of his fingers along her sensitive slit, and he let out a low, possessive-sounding growl at what he found . . . an abundance of slick heat that instantly coated his hand.

“Oh, fuck.” The crude words were filled with acute appreciation, because he obviously knew he was responsible for that hot mess of arousal that greeted him. He lifted his head from her breasts to look at her face, his expression darker and more intense than she’d ever seen it before. “You’re so fucking wet and your clit is so hard,” he murmured, pressing his thumb against that excruciatingly sensitive bundle of nerves while two fingers slid deep inside her. “You’re so ready to come, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

She whimpered and trembled in response as her release beckoned, and it wasn’t going to take much to push her over the edge at this point. Grabbing on to his arms so she had something to hold on to when she flew apart, she managed a jerky nod. “Yes, so ready,” she panted.

“Fuck my fingers,” he ordered gruffly, his eyelids hooded as he stared down at her. “Do it, and I’ll make sure you come good and long and hard.”

His filthy demand didn’t even shock her, not when everything within her was urging her to move against the hand between her thighs, to ride it until he turned the burning ache into blistering pleasure. Her nails dug into his biceps as she shamelessly rocked her pelvis, as if the fingers buried inside of her were his cock, and her clit rubbed against his thumb with just the right amount of pressure and friction. And every time she thrust her hips, he stroked her a little harder and a whole lot deeper, until she lost the ability to breathe.

“Give it to me,” he said huskily, driving her closer and closer to release. “Let me feel that sweet pussy pulse around my fingers as you come.”

If those indecent words weren’t enough to make her fly apart, then the slow, cocky smile that eased up the corners of his mouth was going to do the trick. Because, oh, God, the dimple that was normally so boyish and charming was now pure sin. It was like an added injection of lust to her already overloaded senses, and it sent her careening over that final precipice.