Billionaire Mountain Man

It took my brain no more than a second to catch up. I gathered her in both arms and slid my tongue against her lips. She let me in and reached her hands up to tug on my hair. A low groan escaped me as I walked her backward, until her back hit the wall.

I trapped her body with mine, and I kissed her hungrily.

“We should take this back to your place,” I growled and pressed my hips to hers.

She grinned wickedly, lust clouding her eyes as she scanned our surroundings. “This alley is dark enough.”

Her hands dropped from my shoulders. She shimmied out of her thong and stuffed it into my back pocket. “What? Are you afraid of a little exhibitionism, Mr. Big Shot Quarterback?”

Chapter Eight

Gabrielle

My heart beat so hard that I was sure he could feel it in his chest, as closely pressed together as we were.

What if he turns me down? The worry of rejection filtered through my lust-addled brain.

As if he could read the momentary lapse of confidence in my thoughts, he brought his strong fingers to my chin and tilted it up so that I would be forced to meet his eyes. They were dark with lust but glinted with determination. The sides of his mouth were pulled up in a small smirk.

“I’m not afraid of anything,” he growled.

He dropped his hands to grip my hips and licked the shell of my ear. Then his mouth crashed down onto mine in a kiss that made my toes curl and my blood catch fire.

His hands trailed up from my hips to my shoulders, where they slid over the straps of my dress and toyed with my neckline until finally, they went for my zipper.

He broke the kiss, fire blazing in his eyes. He ordered me to turn around, his voice deep and commanding. I didn’t hesitate to comply. I wanted to do whatever he wanted me to at that moment.

I turned to face the wall. James undid my zipper, almost painstakingly slowly, like he enjoyed dragging it out. My core clenched, and my back arched.

I didn’t know why I wanted him so badly. I barely knew him, but I ached for him. His hands caressed my shoulders, and he slid first the right strap off, and then the left, causing the fabric to slide down and collect at my waist.

His hands dropped and skimmed my hips under the dress until they were on my bare butt. “Your ass is amazing.”

I could feel my cheeks flush as I stammered a reply. “Thank you.”

His fingers dug into my flesh and then skimmed back to my hips, down my hipbones to my thighs. He drove me crazy. I needed him to touch me. I arched my back so that my amazing ass would push into his crotch.

“I want you to look at me,” he commanded. Again, I complied immediately, turning so that we faced each other again. His expression was intense with lust. It did all kinds of things to me, the way he looked at me. My knees threatened to buckle.

He moved to pin me against the wall with his body. The weight of his body holding me against the wall felt so good. My eyelids fluttered closed. I could barely breathe as I soaked in his scent. He smelled like ocean and spice and man. It was intoxicating.

His fingertips grazed my skin, and I shuddered. I should have been worried about getting caught. I’d thought that we would have a hard and fast quickie. This was not that. I couldn’t bring myself to worry, though. At that moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered were his hands on my hips and his hot mouth on my neck.

He kissed his way to my ear, sucking at a sensitive spot behind it in a way that made me shiver. Then he kissed a path under my jawline and up to my lips. I leaned into him and pressed my body impossibly closer to his.

He was so fucking hard that I moaned out loud. From the feel of things against my stomach, he was huge. And he was still wearing his pants. Delicious anticipation coursed through me.

I rolled my hips, rubbing my aching core against him. It wasn’t enough. There were too many clothes in the way. Why are we wearing so much clothing? He slid a hand up my thigh and caught my lower lip with the thumb of his other hand.

I stared at him as he dragged his thumb over my lip, unable to break his intense gaze. He pushed his finger past my lips, clear into my mouth.

I closed my lips around it and pressed my tongue to his pad, moving my tongue around his finger as if it were his cock instead. A low, throaty groan fell from his lips.

He withdrew his finger from my mouth and lowered his head to plant a kiss on my neck. His hands moved to my back.

He unhooked my bra expertly and let his fingertips trail over my bare skin, slowly exploring every inch of me that was exposed. The ache building between my thighs became painful. I squeezed my legs together. It wasn’t enough.

He kissed a line down my neck, over my shoulders, shifting lower to plant a kiss on my chest. He was so close to my nipple. Anticipation tightened in my stomach and I clenched my thighs again.