Her eyes flew open as he eased the material of her dress away from her skin, pushing it down over the swell of her breasts to reveal the lacy bra she wore underneath. His soft curse made her cheeks burn anew. She lifted her hands to cover herself, a bout of extreme self-consciousness overwhelming her.
“Isabel...” He slid his fingers under her chin and brought her gaze back up to meet his. “You are so gorgeous you blow my mind.”
She let her hands fall away then, the heat in his gaze holding her, drawing her back in. He lowered his head until his mouth brushed against hers. Took her lips in a hard kiss that wiped every last insecurity from her head. Her bones went liquid as he demonstrated how much he wanted her, demanding her response as he took her deeper. And she gave herself up to the sensations he was creating, gasping as his big hands came up to cup the weight of her breasts.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, skating his thumbs over her nipples and bringing them to instant, hard, aching erectness under the lace of her bra. She squeezed her eyes shut at the erotic image, digging her nails harder into the concrete. He bent to take a lace-covered peak in his mouth, while his fingers continued to tease the other. The liquid heat invading her body sped to her core. Melted her from the inside out. His tongue flicked and teased her nipple, the sensation so exquisitely good she forgot where she was, everything but how good what he was doing to her felt.
He stopped playing then, taking her lace-covered nipple deep inside his mouth, sucking and tugging on it with his teeth until a slow, dull ache started deep inside her. An ache she’d never felt before.
“Alex,” she murmured helplessly, not knowing what was happening to her, unsure of what to do with this extreme pleasure he was giving her.
He shifted his attention to her other breast. “Good?” he murmured, taking the hard peak inside his mouth.
“Mmm...” Her case of no words was rapidly getting worse. She shifted restlessly against his hard thigh, searching for some kind of relief. Sucking deeply on her nipple, he ran his hands down over her hips, found the hem of her dress and dragged it up, so he could settle his thigh between her bare legs. Oh... Izzie gasped at the sensation of his cloth-covered thigh rasping against her skin. It felt unbearably intimate and oh so good pressed against the damp heat of her. And she realized exactly what he’d given her. His hard muscles were the perfect antidote to the burning ache building inside of her. More so when she rocked against them and tiny sparks of electricity zigzagged through her.
“Theos, you’re going to be the end of me,” he muttered, lifting his head from her breast to stare at her, hot color staining his cheekbones.
The fact that he was as aroused as she was made every nerve ending quiver. Gave her a confidence she’d never known she had as she met his gaze, letting him see exactly how much she wanted him. He slid his thigh from between hers, pulled her against him, and bent slightly to run his hands up the back of her thighs. She drew in a breath as he cupped her bottom, arching her into him until she could feel his hard arousal. Good Lord. Her throat went dry. He felt big and hard and...intimidating. Very intimidating.
Biting down her apprehension, she held her breath as he traced the edge of her panties over the curve of her bottom. “A thong,” he muttered huskily in her ear. “You really are trying to be the ultimate male fantasy, aren’t you?”
Her cheeks burned as he brought his hands around to the front of her, pushing her back so he could trail his fingers teasingly along the front edge of her panties until he reached the damp warmth between her thighs.
His gaze speared hers. “Tell me what you want.”
Her legendary ability to talk failed her. How was she supposed to tell him that when she didn’t even know what she wanted? Her ex had never been into touching her there. Had never been interested in anything more than his own pleasure.
Alex saved her, his eyes darkening with amusement. “How about this?” he murmured, sliding his fingers against her through the thin material, pushing it into her so he could feel the damp evidence of her arousal.
Izzie closed her eyes.
He laughed softly, his thumb moving up to rotate against the hard nub at the center of her. “I love that I can turn you on like this.”
The wicked things he was doing with his thumb wiped her embarrassment clean from her head. She gripped the concrete wall harder with her hands, head thrown back, eyes closed as she gave herself in to the sensations he was administering.
“Alex,” she murmured, the need in her voice shocking her.
“Tell me what you want,” he encouraged softly.
“Anyone could see us here...”
“They’d have to have a telescope.”
What if they did? She stopped caring when he pressed his lips to her neck and increased the pressure of his thumb against her. “Touch me,” she pleaded desperately, her hips rotating against his hand.
“But I am...”
“You know what I mean.”
The first slide of his fingers against her hot, swollen flesh was the single most pleasurable thing she’d felt in her adult life. Her knees went weak and she leaned against the wall for support. “Theos, you are so turned on,” he groaned, moving his thumb up to the hard button of her arousal, this time without any barrier. “This what you want, Iz?” he murmured, beginning that maddening set of circles against her that was building an unbearable tension in her body. Izzie bit back the moan that rose in her throat, convinced she wasn’t going to make it through this. Every nerve in her body felt as if it was centered under his fingers, and it felt so good she was crazy with it.
“Yes.” Twisting restlessly against him, she begged him for more, faster, anything that would help her deal with the insane ache he was building in her.
“And this?” There was a raspy edge to his voice as he slid one of his long fingers inside her. Izzie sank her teeth into her lip, feeling her body accommodate the intrusion. Then the incredible feeling of him stroking her, stretching her, sent her to a whole other stratosphere.
“Alex,” she heard herself say brokenly, no longer in control of anything she was doing or feeling.
“More?” he asked, sliding another of those pleasure-inducing fingers into her, waiting while she accepted him. This time her gasp rang out on the night air as he set a rhythm that was taking her somewhere she knew she wanted to go. Now. Before she shattered into a million little pieces.
“Please,” she begged him, not knowing what to do, what to ask for to make it happen.
He bent his head to hers, dragging his mouth across her swollen lips. “Go with it, Iz,” he urged in a soft, husky voice that inflamed her senses. “Let yourself go.”
“I don’t— Oh,” she breathed against his lips as he slid his thumb against the center of her while his fingers continued to slide in and out of her, increasing their rhythm now until there was such an unbearable tension focused between her legs she thought she would scream.
Then, with one last maddening press of his thumb against her, he took her over the edge, the most exquisite wave of pleasure washing over her, stiffening her limbs and focusing every nerve in her body on the white-hot pleasure radiating out from the center of her. She shoved a fist into her mouth, terrified she would scream out as he kept his fingers pressed to her to extract every last second of her orgasm.
Her first. The mind-shattering pleasure soaked her senses as she came slowly back to reality and found Alex watching her, the intent look on his face telling her he’d guessed it had been exactly that.