Twice as Sexy (The Sexy 2)

She was soft and pillowy, all sweet-smelling woman, and his dick throbbed in his pants as he backed her against the wall, their bodies flush against each other.

“Why are you stopping here?” she asked.

He placed his hand beneath her chin and tipped her head up to meet his gaze. “Just making sure you’re sober and know what you want.”

A flicker of surprise flashed in her gaze. “So you’ve got a little bit of a gentleman behind the gruff exterior.” She slid her hand through his hair, pulling on the longish strands. “I’m a big girl, Tanner. I know what I want. And I want you.”

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Scarlett didn’t know where her sudden burst of courage came from, but she wasn’t about to turn away now. Not when she had the sexiest man she’d ever laid eyes on ready to take her to bed. Her body trembled with desire and an awareness that something special was about to happen between them. Especially with the way Tanner’s eyes darkened at her bold, certain words of reassurance.

Grasping her hand, he led her back into the main room and to the elevator he’d walked out of earlier. He hit a button and the doors slid open. No sooner were they enclosed in the small area than she found herself surrounded by the sensual scent of his masculine cologne and by the man himself.

He hit the floor number, then backed her against the wall and braced his hips against hers. The hardness of his erection pressed into her sex, and she moaned at the anticipation of what was to come, her underwear growing damp with arousal.

“Make no mistake. You might have been the one to convince me but I’m taking control now.”

No man in her past ever spoke to her in such a self-assured, dominant way. To her surprise, she liked it. Hell, her perky nipples were proof of that, and he was looking down at the evidence with dilated pupils. Before she could respond, the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.

Holding her hand once more, he led her down a short hall and unlocked the sole door. She stepped into the apartment, which was smaller than she’d anticipated, realizing immediately he didn’t live here. There were no personal effects anywhere on the shelves, and the steel and white décor gave a sterile feeling to the place.

The door shut behind them.

“We share the apartment, my partners and I,” he said, as if reading her mind. “Whoever has the night shift uses it if they don’t feel like going home late. Although since Jason got married, it’s just me and Landon.”

She looked around once more. “It’s beautiful. Just very empty,” she murmured.

He shrugged, sliding his jacket off his broad shoulders. “It serves a purpose.”

“Do you bring many women up here?” she asked, unable to withhold her curiosity. After all, he was a hot guy with easy access to a bed above where he worked.

His sharp gaze slid to hers. “None. At least not anymore.” He hesitated before going on. “I admit when we first opened the club, the women throwing themselves at me were a novelty that I indulged, but after a while, they all seemed to have an agenda.”

“Such as?” she asked.

“They assumed because I owned the club I had money, and they wanted to be the woman on my arm permanently.”

His voice turned bitter and she didn’t blame him. “You don’t have to worry about that with me. My job and my life are too full to want anything more than one night.”

A sinful smile curved his lips. “So I’m your birthday present?”

She nodded. “And I can’t wait to unwrap you.” Making good on her words, she reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, working her way down, taking one at a time, exposing his olive skin and a smattering of dark chest hair.

Her pulse thudded harder as she reached the waistband of his pants. After pulling up the ends of the shirt, she released the last button and slid the material over his shoulders. He dropped the garment onto the floor. Faced with the muscles she’d only imagined, she looked her fill, in awe of the definition that showed that he had to work out in order to have that kind of physique.

“You like what you see.”

It wasn’t a question and she didn’t play coy. “I do.” Drawing on the rest of her courage, she placed a hand over the bulge in his pants. His cock pulsed against her hand, and need swept over her in a raging fire she couldn’t control.

Yet she managed to play out the fantasy of unwrapping her gift. “Now let’s see the rest of you.” She worked the fastening of his slacks, undid the zipper, taking care because she realized she wasn’t dealing with a small man.