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  He moves his hands down to my thighs. “I can barely contain myself as it is. You’re lucky I’ve been able to maintain some level of self-control around you.” His arousal is still obvious, throbbing against the front of my body.

  “If that’s the case, you’d better fuck me here against the wall.”

  He growls, his palms pushing up my dress to cup my bottom, lifting me up. Wrapping my legs around him tightly, he presses me into the wall, his erection still as hard as it was in the elevator. He moves against me in the most delicious way possible. “Tell me.” His breath is hot against my ear.

  “Tell you what?” I ask, panting.

  “Tell me you want me.”

  “I already told you—”

  “No, you didn’t. You only implied. Tell me. Say it.”

  My fingers grip his hair as I feel the pleasure building up again, but not quite reaching the edge. It’s torture, but he knows what he’s doing to me. He wants me to acknowledge the truth of what’s happening between us. I don’t even care that he’s trying to expose my true feelings anymore; I can’t contain the emotions swirling in my head. “Oh God, I want you, Devlin. I never stopped wanting you.”

  I drop out of his arms to undo his pants again. As soon as my fingers touch his erection, he lets out a hiss. “Don’t,” he says, pulling my hand away. “What did I just say?”

  “Then, for the love of all that is holy, get a condom.”

  He rushes to a briefcase, and within a matter of seconds, produces and puts on a condom. He takes off his jacket quickly before he returns to me. At least I don’t have to worry about taking off my panties again. As he’s coming back over, I reach to unzip my dress, but he stops me. Hoisting me up and pushing me against the wall, he says, “Leave it on. I want to take it off, but I can’t wait any longer to be inside you.”

  Gripping his broad shoulders, I let out an unsteady breath as his fingers find me, sliding through my folds. He slips a finger inside, and I gasp as he teases me at that spot I’ve always heard about. I’ve never felt anything like it. My legs wrap around his waist, holding on tightly as he brings me closer and closer, but not quite there.

  He removes his finger, nudging his cock at my entrance. The head of his shaft slowly presses inside and he lowers me in one quick thrust, plunging into my depths to the hilt. I let out a choked sob, my fingers clutching at the back of his shirt, flinching at the initial pain.

  His eyes bore into mine, wide with concern. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, it’s just…” I let out a long breath as I close my eyes. “It’s been a year since I…”

  “Oh Christ, Allegra.” He brings a hand to the back of my head and kisses my forehead. “You should’ve told me.”

  “Why, so you can take this slow?”

  He laughs. “I swear, you’re something else.” He doesn’t move for a moment, just kisses my lips tenderly. When he pulls away, he asks, “You ready?”

  A lesser man would have kept going, not even noticing my reaction for what it was. I feel a flutter in my heart at this, but push it aside as I nod. “I’m ready.”

  Holding my legs firmly, he pulls out slightly then pushes back in again. It’s still somewhat uncomfortable, but I feel my body accepting him. I smile as I pull him in for another kiss. He starts to move in and out of me at a slow pace, and I match his moves the best I can from this position. When he increases the speed, I start to moan against his cheek. He groans out, “Allegra, oh God…it feels so fucking good to be inside you.”

  His words intensify the feeling rising through my entire body. I never thought hearing a man say such things in the midst of the throes of passion would cause a physical response. It pulses in my veins, spreading a tingling feeling from my head down to my toes. “Devlin,” I gasp out. “Oh, Devlin, I’m…I’m…”

  That’s all he has to hear and he’s pumping into me furiously. I slide up the wall with every thrust, breathing out tiny cries of pleasure. It builds, rising until it reaches a glorious crescendo. The sensations roll through me, like the vibrations of cymbals crashing together at the end of an orchestra’s finale. I hold onto him as the waves slowly dissipate. Coming down from my high, I can hear from the pattern of Devlin’s breathing that he’s about to reach his.

  I grip his hair and whisper in his ear, “I want you to come, Devlin.” I tug at his lobe with my teeth.

  He rasps out, “Allegra, oh my God,” as he releases into me with a low groan. I revel in the feel of it, almost coming again. His head falls to my shoulder. His broad chest pushes against mine as his lungs fight to return his breathing to normal. Based on how long it’s taking me, I’m willing to bet it will be awhile.

  I’m not quite sure how I’m supposed to feel about what just happened. I mean, I just had sex. With Devlin Pierce. Against a wall. With most of my clothes and the lights on. After sex with a virtual stranger, I’m supposed to feel dirty, right? Maybe experience a little bit of self-loathing? It doesn’t feel like either. I don’t feel the least bit dirty and I don’t hate myself.

  When my breath catches up to me, I say, “That was…that was…” How do I form words after that? How do I describe how it felt—how everything felt—just now?

  “The best sex you’ve ever had?” he asks, pressing a kiss to the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “Because I fully agree.”

  “Yeah.” It really was. I can’t deny it.

  He brings his face up to mine. “What’s even better is that was only the beginning.”

  I blink at his words. “Beginning?” I repeat.

  Furrowing his brows, he says, “Of course. You didn’t expect that to be it, did you? I mean, you asked for a one-night stand. That’s why I’m here. Not a quickie where I’m in and then out the door, but a full night of uninhibited passion.”

  “Uninhibited, huh?” My lips slowly curve up into a smile. “How so?”

  He shifts, and I realize he’s still inside me. “I want to have you in as many positions as possible tonight.” I shudder at the thought of this, my passage clenching around him. Sucking in a breath, he warns, “Careful, or round two will be against the wall again.”

  I feel him start to get hard once more. Only the beginning, he said. My eyes widen as they look up into his. “You’re insatiable.”

  He smirks. “Only with you.”

  Chapter Ten

  The thought of being the only one to fuel those desires in him thrills me like nothing else. I never thought I would elicit that kind of response in a man. “In that case,” I say, “we’d better act quickly to get into this new position.”

  “I couldn’t agree more, but first things first.” He lifts me off his almost fully erect cock. Once my feet touch the floor, I realize that my heels must have fallen off somewhere in the midst of our wall sex. It takes a few seconds to regain my balance, but he steadies me with a smile. Taking both my hands in his, he pulls me with him over to the bed. He removes the condom, tossing it into the trash can. Reaching behind me, he unzips my dress and very carefully slides it down my body, allowing me to step out of it. With the dress in his hands, he glances over me, then meets my eyes.

  “What?” I ask him, suddenly self-conscious and realizing my underwear is still in his pants pocket.

  He shakes his head. “Nothing. It’s just…you’re so gorgeous.”

  I sense my face flushing, and my hand comes up to my cheek to cover it up. “Stop.”

  “Never.” He lays my dress gently over a chair. “Now that your dress is taken care of, I have no desire to slow down.”

  “Better not.” I reach out to him, unbuttoning the few buttons that didn’t pop off, pulling his shirt off the rest of the way. “Sorry about your shirt. I can replace it.”

  “No need. This is going on my trophy wall.”

  “There’s a wall?”

  “There will be now.”

  I can’t help but laugh as I pull his face down to mine, kissing him deeply. When he pulls my body toward his, our skin touching, I let out
a moan as I think of the fact that there are still hours to go for us. I wonder how many rounds we can fit in tonight without losing too much sleep. Who am I kidding? I’d stay up all night for this.

  His fingers play around the clasp of my bright blue lace bra, but he doesn’t undo it. He just keeps slipping his fingers under. It starts to make me antsy, so I say with a groan, “Just take it off.”

  “You obviously put a lot of thought into what you would be wearing. I’d hate to open such a divine package without savoring the moment just a little longer.”

  I roll my eyes. “Seriously, just take it off.”

  He unclasps it with one hand, taking it off all the way. He stands back and gazes at my breasts reverently. Then his eyes flash up to mine. “Tell me what you want. What you like.” His breathing is erratic as he steps closer. With no part of our bodies touching, he leans in, his face merely inches from mine. “Tell me where you want my hands, my lips, my cock.”

  Despite all the time I’ve spent discovering my own body, I still can’t pinpoint exactly what gets me off. I can get there—most of the time anyway—but it’s a lot of trial and error. Even when I figure something out, it doesn’t work the second time. Maybe what I said earlier strikes truer than I want to believe. It’s not the same. It’s better with a man, but especially with Devlin Pierce. I try to ignore that fact and tell him, “Just keep doing what you’re doing. I can’t imagine anything better.”

  He kisses me deeply. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

  I shudder at the thought of what he could do to me. “Show me.”

  He growls, swooping down to suck on one of my nipples. A breathy gasp I’ve never heard before comes from my lips. I tangle my fingers in his hair, and struggle to remain standing as he teases my nipples with his lips and his tongue. His hands cover both of my breasts as he kisses between them.

  Open-mouthed kisses make their way down my torso until they end at the top of my mound. If he starts anything down there with that mouth of his, I swear I’m going to just collapse into a puddle on the floor and never be able to get up again.

  He must be reading my mind because he stands up and lifts me onto the bed, settling me in the middle of the silky silver comforter. He removes my thigh-high stockings, his eyes never leaving mine. Once they’re gone, he spreads my legs apart. He kisses up my calf, pausing at the back of my knees. As a shiver spreads through me, I can’t believe the pleasures I’m feeling from such simple stimulation. Devlin knows his way around a woman’s body, that’s for sure.

  He continues to kiss up my leg. When he gets close to the juncture between my thighs, I begin to twitch. “I love how responsive you are to my touches,” he murmurs against the inside of my thigh. He places a palm between my legs and I suck in a breath. “Do you feel sore at all?”

  I shake my head as I look down at him. “No. It’s fine now actually. It was just the initial move that…well…”

  “I know.” He kisses my inner thigh again gently. “If it were up to me, I’d make sure you were never self-sufficient again.”

  The familiar tingling increases at the thought, and my body involuntarily shifts closer to him.

  He smirks. “Tempting, isn’t it?”

  “I’m not dignifying that with a response.”

  “Why can’t you just admit it?”

  Lots of reasons, I think. “Why are you so desperate to hear it if you already know?”

  “Inquiring minds…I’m glad you’re feeling better here.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I want to see what kind of response I’ll get from you when I do this.” He descends on me in a flash, his mouth sucking on my clit.

  I let out a cry as my back arches. My hands hold onto his head as he licks up and down, his tongue laving at me. Several nonsensical words manage to break through between my tiny cries. Two fingers slip in and out of me as he swirls his tongue over my sensitive nub. He’s drawing out more pleasure than I ever imagined possible between the two moves, so much so that when I come, my whole body shakes. I whisper his name on repeat until it ends.

  When I open my eyes, I find him standing before me at the foot of the bed, fully naked. He’s about to climb back onto the bed when I say, “Wait.”

  He stops. “What?”

  “Just…let me look at you.” My eyes rake over his body, drowning in how perfect it is. Well, it’s not that perfect, but to me it is. His biceps, his chest, his abs, and the marvelous cock that’s standing at attention because of me. He’s better than I desire; he’s everything I desire. I don’t know what I did to deserve this—a man who is obviously deeply interested in taking care of me tonight—but I’m thankful for whatever it was. Maybe this is just for the night, but my God, what a night of glory this is already.

  His eyebrows go up, curious about my sudden interest in his body. With a tilt of his head, he says, “Permission to come aboard?”

  “That’s what she said.”

  He shakes his head. “Only you.” He climbs up between my still-open legs, a condom package in his hand.

  I snatch it from him and rip it open. “Allow me.” I place the condom on the tip of his erection and glide it down. I press a kiss to the tip before lying back on the bed.

  He stares at me with a wicked gleam in his eye. “That was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

  “Really?”

  “Absolutely.” His lips fuse to mine, purposely allowing his thick member to slide through my folds, but not inside me. I buck beneath him, unable to restrain myself. Damn him for teasing me. In that case, nobody can hold me responsible for my actions.

  Quickly, I maneuver my legs and flip us so that I’m on top. I wrap my hands around his cock, placing him at my entrance and sinking down on him until he’s fully sheathed inside of me. He moans deep enough that I feel the vibration where we’re connected. “My God,” he mutters, his hand coming to my face to draw me down for a kiss. “You’re full of surprises.”

  I move against him slowly. “You said as many positions as possible, so…”

  “You made an excellent choice.”

  I sit back up, his hands on my hips. I find a rhythm and he matches my moves upward. My head falls back, arousal rippling through me every time he hits me deep. Guttural sounds emerge from my throat. “So good,” I say, unable to think of anything else to verbalize the feeling.

  “So very good,” he says in agreement. His fingers graze up my body until they land on my breasts, massaging them with his hands.

  God, that feels amazing. “Keep doing that.” Never stop doing that, I think.

  “You like it?”

  “I love your hands on me,” I admit.

  “I’ll remember that.” He continues to stroke me, sliding his hands down around my stomach and my waist and my back, then back up to my breasts again. My body tingles all over with every new sensation that comes from each place his hand touches. Looking down at him, my hands caress over his stomach to his chest, then over his arms. His eyes lock onto mine and he says, “I love your hands on me, too.” His voice is laden with hunger. He wants more, and so do I.

  “Good.” I start to move faster against him, keeping my hands on his chest for stability, allowing the pleasure to swell from his thick member inside. My eyes are on his, absolutely captivated by the dark pools they have become. The intensity transforms into something overwhelming, and I’m on the verge of my orgasm. All Devlin has to do is rub circles over my nipples with his fingers, and I lose it. I clench around him as I come, drawing his release within seconds of mine. He shudders beneath me, and I savor how extraordinary it feels to be the one to experience it.

  My hands drift up to his shoulders and curl around them as I exhale. He draws me down onto him and we lay there for a moment in each other’s arms, just breathing. For some reason, I can’t imagine a better feeling—a better moment—than this.

  Chapter Eleven

  I sit back up and carefully lift myself off him, collapsing
on my back right next to him. “No offense,” I tell him, “but I hope you don’t recover as quickly as you did the last time.”

  “Why not?”

  “I need to catch my breath.”

  He laughs. “So do I.” We lie side by side, our breathing gradually returning to normal. After a minute, he sits up and says, “I think I need to hydrate, too. Would you like a glass of water?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He presses a quick kiss to my forehead before rolling off the bed to his feet. I sit up on my elbows to watch him as he walks to the kitchen. His bare-naked ass is even better than the view I had with his pants on earlier tonight. I bite my lip to keep from smiling, but it’s no use. He calls from the kitchen, “Enjoying the view?”

  “Very much so, yes.”

  His laugh echoes through the hotel room. “Good to know.”

  He returns, handing me the glass of water, and I thank him as I sit up to drink it. Strangely, I don’t feel as naked as I am—it feels natural. Normal. I’m generally not this open with men, but in front of Devlin my nudity isn’t even stirring up the nerves it usually does.

  Breaking the silence, he says, “So…a year?”

  I cringe as I recall my admission from earlier. “Yes.”

  “Please tell me it’s wasn’t because of what happened with me last year.”

  I shake my head, cradling the glass between both of my hands. “It wasn’t. Technically, it’s been a year and two months. Last somewhat boyfriend.”

  “Somewhat?”

  “It’s hard for me to have a serious relationship. More like it was hard for my somewhat boyfriend to.” I shrug it off, not wanting the memories to resurface. They’re the ones that led me to where I am and I refuse to let them take me down again. I push them back into the vault and close the door. “It’s just too bad.”

  “What is?”

  “That we missed out on this a year ago.”

  “I think it’s better.”

  I turn to him, head tilted. “How so?”