Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse Series Book 3)

But this kiss with Rand?

It causes my legs to go weak and my heart to skitter out of control. It makes me want to sag in relief over the warm feelings it produces in me, and I want nothing more than to stand in this hallway with Rand and just make out with him all night long. I think I’d be completely satisfied with just kissing him. It’s that damn good.

Yet, he has other ideas. Pulling his mouth away just enough to growl against my lips, he says, “None of the rooms. Gonna fuck you right here… keep you all to myself.”

He gives me no opportunity to respond because he steals my breath away with another fast but deep kiss before he’s jerking my skirt up around my hips and then my panties down my legs. Squatting before me, he taps against the outside of my right ankle. I raise it so he can slip that leg free.

“Other leg,” he mutters. I lift that one, and then he’s standing up with my panties in his hand. He orders me, “Get my cock out, Cat.”

I don’t hesitate. I work his belt buckle with expert hands, only stumbling once when he pushes a hand between my legs and drags a finger between my folds. I can feel how ridiculously wet I am, but that was a given. Rand’s take-charge ways are turning me on like nothing else ever has.

When I get his belt freed and his zipper down, I push at the jeans a bit until his thick cock comes in to view. I reach my hand in, circle it around the girth, and gently pull it free. I’m confident this didn’t hurt him and that the hiss of air that rushes through his teeth is merely because my hand on him feels good.

I want him to feel better so I start to stroke him, causing Rand to groan in response and his body to stiffen all over with trembling need.

“Enough,” he says gruffly, pulling my hand away. “Now open your mouth.”

I grin for a moment before I open my mouth, expecting him to push me to my knees so I can suck on that beautiful hardness sticking straight out between us, but he surprises me when he shoves my panties in instead. My eyes flare wide with shock as he gives me a devilish grin. “Don’t want anyone to hear you scream. Don’t feel like sharing this tonight.”

He doesn’t want to share me tonight? Meaning he doesn’t want anyone else to watch?

And yeah… he stopped me in the darkened hallway lit only with soft sconces and relative privacy unless someone decides to go in or out of the rooms. Good chance that will happen, so I know Rand doesn’t have complete expectation we won’t get caught, but it makes me even wetter knowing he wants something with me that I’ve never given another man here in this building.

Just myself.

I hum in my throat, letting him know I approve of his methods, and he doesn’t waste any time. He bends his knees, pushes his hands between my thighs from the front, and lifts me. As he extends his arms wide, my legs spread obscenely before him and Rand gazes longingly at my *. I don’t look down at what he’s looking at but rather at his face, watching the way he licks his lips.

“Guide me in, baby,” he whispers hoarsely, still never taking his eyes away. I circle a hand around his dick, feel it jump in response to my touch. Then, along with a flex of Rand’s hips, guide the tip right to my entrance.

The fat head of his cock pushes into my slickness easily before meeting with some resistance. The only foreplay we had was dirty words, so even though I’m wet, I’m not relaxed. In fact, I feel strung tight with tension and need, and even though I know that first push is going to sting, I want it so bad my mouth waters, which is immediately soaked up by my panties.

Rand finally lifts his gaze as his hands tighten their grip under my thighs. He has me firmly in his hold and his cock is wedged in just the right place, so I let the base of it go and bring my hands to his shoulders for leverage.

Our eyes lock together. We just stare for a brutally clear moment where nothing else exists but a man who wants a woman, and vice versa. There is no sex club and nothing overly kinky about what we’re doing.

Just a man and a woman who want each other with a raging passion.

Rand gives me a smile before leaning his head toward me, tilting slightly, and placing a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth. I moan against the panties because the gentleness of that move touches me.

When he lifts his head and looks at me again, there’s a possessiveness in his eyes now that I’ve never seen before in my life. Not from any man before who has claimed my body and certainly never from my husband. It’s a look I didn’t know existed until this very moment, and once I realize what it is, Rand takes it upon himself to thrust into me hard.