Desired (Club Sin 3)

Her moans had been delicious last night. In the shower, they were louder, and he rather enjoyed it. Driven by need, he thrust into her and worked her nipples, tweaking them. Then he lowered his touch to her sex and he played with her sensitive bud. Her breath hitched under his hard swirl, and his cock reveled with her quivers.

Fuck yeah, he was right there with her.

Her body against his was perfection. The sounds she made were the sweetest noises. The way she responded so incredibly under his touch fed the dominant part of his soul.

She lit him on fire.

He pressed against her clit and she hissed through her teeth. Needing to take her deeper, he lifted her leg, tucking it over his arm. Now positioned at her side, and with her spread wide, he continued to thrust up into her, biting the knee he’d hooked onto his arm.

Heady sensations rushed across his shaft and clenched his jaw, as the water ran down her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she gave a drawn-out curse. Then she looked to him, and she wasn’t being shy with her grunts and hisses.

Her dark eyes held his in a powerful spell.

She was beautiful, all wet, with her long hair hanging over her breasts, and he was captivated. Pure masculine need overtook him. He held on to her hip, and moved faster … harder.

Under her rosy cheeks and dilated pupils, he grunted as hot pleasure sped through his veins. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

“You feel so good,” she drawled.

Sir!

Fighting against his need to order the address, he sealed his mouth over hers and fiercely kissed her. His tongue moved roughly against hers in a messy, dirty kiss. When her legs began to tremble, likely from both her orgasm and the awkward angle he kept her in, he broke the kiss. Dark hooded eyes watched him, as her mouth was parted, emanating constant sounds of feminine satisfaction.

Experiencing an equal sense of sheer possession, he penetrated her deeply, staking his claim. Skin smacked against skin, echoing in the shower. And soon her eyes slowly widened, her breath hitching on screams drifting across him and pulling at his release.

Then her eyes went huge. “Oh, shit.”

Fuck, he loved how she showed her pleasure. Every time before she came, she gave him a look of shock, as if she couldn’t believe he’d brought her to orgasm, so amazed did she seem by the sensation. He gripped her firmly and pumped his hips in rapid speed. “Give in to me.”

With her gaze transfixed on his, so lost in arousal, she lowered her hand to her clit. The effect of her swirling the bundle of nerves was immediate. Her legs shook in hard trembles and those pretty, wide eyes pinched shut. “Oh, God.”

He tightened his fingers around her hip and moved faster, his muscles burning with each ruthless smack against her. “Come for me.”

And two thrusts later, she did.

Her orgasm sent her into a crazed state of screaming and shuddering, and he lost all control over his body. Her tight heat convulsed in contractions that brought his orgasm with little warning. Bucking and jerking against the sheer force of his pleasure, he roared with each pulse of cum that emptied into the condom.

When his body eased from the tension, his muscles strained as Ella placed all of her weight against him. He didn’t doubt if he let go, she’d tumble to the shower’s marble floor.

Quickly dropping her leg, he withdrew from her sex. In search of support for his trembling muscles, he leaned his back against the shower wall, wrapping her in his arms. He pressed his lips against her damp head and slowed his breathing to catch the racing of his heart.

Water slid down her back, and he traced his hands over her soft curves. Once she gave off low hums of awareness, he cupped her cheek, drawing her focus to him. Soft, sated eyes held his.

He chuckled, understanding her exhausted state, and pressed his lips ever so gently against hers. The kiss didn’t bring heat, but it brought something more—a sweet connection that he wanted so desperately to explore. She might want to fight this connection he found glaringly obvious from experience, but that wasn’t to say he’d allow it.

When he leaned away from her soft mouth, she gave him a cute smile. He brushed his fingers across her bottom lip. “How about that breakfast?”

“After that, I need breakfast.” She laughed, watching him with those pretty eyes that looked green this morning. “You sure know how to make a woman hungry.”

He laughed with her. “In all possible meanings of the word hungry, yes I do.”

Chapter Seven

Blocks away from the famous Fremont Street, Ella sat in her cubicle located right outside Aidan’s large office. The office building housed many lawyers representing all sides of the law, as well as a few software companies. The entire wall of glass behind Aidan’s desk showed off the pretty desert view.

Her workspace was efficient, with a nice, sleek glass desk and a comfortable chair. To the left of the receptionist were the majority of the meeting rooms. But her corner was perfect and quiet.

Pursing her lips at her computer screen, she scanned through the e-mails sent to Aidan. In the five days that had passed since her blazing night and morning with Kyler, her mood became edgy as each hour ticked by.