After the Kiss (Sex, Love & Stiletto 1)

“Yeah, except we didn’t make it into your apartment, did we?”

Mitchell cursed and tried to fumble in his pocket for his key without taking his mouth away from Julie’s neck.

She wasn’t sure how she’d survived those torturous long minutes between the time when he’d suggested a joint shower and making it to the relative privacy of his apartment.

They hadn’t stopped for clothes.

He’d apparently given up the key search and his mouth was moving in a hot line down the center of her body.

Her very sweaty body.

“Mitchell,” she said, tugging his hair to pull him away. “I need a shower.”

He growled and pulled back long enough to unzip his back pocket and dig out the small key. His fingers fumbled as he tried to get it in the lock, and she couldn’t resist. She slid her hand around to his front and then down over the bulge in his shorts.

“Julie, unless you’re looking to get fucked in this hallway, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself.”

The harsh language was unexpected, and it sent a thrill through her already overheated body. She was finding she rather liked Mitchell and all of his surprises.

He finally got the door unlocked, and he grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside. She barely had a chance to form first impressions of his clean, homey apartment before he was on her again.

His hands wrapped around her waist, shoving her roughly up onto the kitchen counter. Something fell to the floor and shattered, but neither so much as paused in their pawing of each other.

Mitchell laid a big hand over her chest and pushed gently until she was lying across the cool marble. His other hand pushed her shirt up and he ran his tongue over the strip of skin he exposed. In the tiny corner of her brain still capable of rational thought, Julie realized she was having the most depraved, unexpected sex of her life—with a guy from Wall Street, of all things.

Then the more responsible part of her brain flicked on and screamed a warning at her. This isn’t part of the plan. Sex too soon will ruin everything.

It was true. It was foolish. Dangerous. And yet … screw it.

He pushed her shirt up higher, his lips and hands touching every square inch that he exposed. His teeth grazed her bra-covered nipple and they both moaned. He slipped his fingers under the elastic of her sports bra and yanked up. When his mouth closed around her nipple, Julie quit thinking altogether.

She didn’t think how graceless she must look with a sweaty shirt and bra around her neck. Didn’t think about how salty her skin must taste. Didn’t think about how the best sex of her life was with the wrong man.

Because at that moment he felt right.

His tongue swirled around her nipple in a constant rhythm—of course he would have a rhythm—and Julie let him suckle and lick for as long as she could stand it before pushing at his shoulders and struggling into a sitting position.

Julie’s shaking hands grabbed for the hem of his running shirt and yanked upward. He lifted his arms to comply, pulling it up and over his head.

Her throat went dry at the sight of Mitchell Forbes shirtless.

His chest was … perfect. She’d seen plenty of perfect chests on the male models featured in her articles, and this one gave them all a run for their money. Better, actually. The models all waxed their chests and then lubed up with oil that made them look absurdly shiny. Mitchell had just enough hair to be manly without being Tarzan.

She wanted him on her.

In her.

But first … she leaned forward and lightly licked one of his nipple

s, her own tightening in sympathetic response as he hissed in pleasure. What was it about this man? He should have been ordinary, yet she couldn’t get enough.

The salt of his sweat tasted like hot, animal sex. She wanted more.

His hands slid down to her butt, and before she realized what was happening, he’d scooped her up so she was straddling his waist. Julie wrapped her legs around him in response, and she nibbled at his lip. “Bedroom?”

“Shower,” he ground out. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“I did. I do.” But no longer was getting clean her main priority. She wanted to be wet and slick and naked.