The unmistaken lust when I saw her the first time, the intense need to claim her . . . I thought about it for two days. I warred against it, told myself I could have any other woman. But the thought of anyone else left my dick limp. That’s never happened before. I tried to talk myself into one night, one time with Faith. Get her out of my system. Take her and walk away. Now I'm not so sure that's possible.

She’s been clear we're only tonight, but I’ve always enjoyed a challenge. Where there’s a will there’s a way, and I’m about to find mine.

Slamming her back into the door, I align our bodies. The only reason to tear our mouths apart is to look at her lids sinking into sexy, her lips bruised from mine. With deliberate concentration, I roll and press my dick into her. My aim is perfect. Her long moan assures me of that. Once more, I pull back and press in deep, and this time it’s my name, long and drawn out on a breath.

“Kyle”.

I smile. “Keys, Faith. Where are your keys?”

It takes her a moment to comprehend the question and another to reach into her bag, fumbling first to find them and then to slide it in the lock.

Out of sheer need, I take over and push us inside her flat. As we tumble in, I glance around. A small lamp lights the one room, a bed pushed against the farthest wall lying perpendicular to a long window. A small kitchen to my left holds an even smaller table for two. A loveseat and coffee table fill the space to my right. Good to know my options.

“Take off your clothes.” I stalk forward. I’ve been waiting for this moment for two days, or maybe my whole life.

I never believed she existed. Maybe I even thought I was immune to the feelings that are now weighing heavy in my head and quite possibly strangling my heart. Damn if I’ll let her get away without feeling the same way. Even if it takes all night, I’ll be sure when her eyes open she remembers where I’ve been, and what I’ve left with her. My mission is defined; my plan of action in place. Take charge and make it happen, Sommerton. Stake your claim.

“Now,” I growl when she hasn’t moved. Her eyes are cloudy with a hint of apprehension. I’ve left her alone for a minute and the fear that stalks her begins to creep in. Not on my watch. “Look at me, Angel.”

My shirt is the first thing to go. Her eyes roam somewhat feverishly over my chest and arms, following the line of my abs to the painful swelling at the front of my pants, her breath spiking, her nipples sharpening, her chest rising and falling while I rub myself. “Do you want this?” I ask.

Licking her lips and nodding, she breathes out, “Yes.”

“Then I’m going to give it to you, but I need you naked and wet. Can you do that for me?”

The hesitation in her golden browns clears, and a small smile lifts the side of her mouth. “I’m already half way there.”

Well, shit. “Show me all of you. I want to see everything before I take you against the wall, and on the table, and get you in my mouth.”

I keep rubbing my dick as the show starts with her shorts. Faith’s ass sways while she shimmies them down her lean legs, ass swinging when they’re slow to fall, leaving her in the smallest thong I’ve ever seen. A surprise tattoo, three words, is drawn out on her left hipbone. Before I can read it she turns around, shaking her ass while she looks over the side of her shoulder. I can’t take my eyes off of her; I’m literally glued to every move, and right now she’s untying the strings keeping her top in place. My dick lurches at what I can’t see but want in my hands, in my mouth, sucking and biting.

“Your back’s beautiful Angel, but I need to see all of you. Turn around.” I meant to be calm, yet the words are rough and probably desperate.

I may be on the verge of a Neanderthal throw-down, but she purrs like a kitten. “Patience, Cowboy, I’m getting to that part.”

I groan when she’s naked in front of me. She’s all woman. A long curve clearly separates her tits from her ass, which is round and tight. Long legs beg to wrap around my waist. Words become lost somewhere in my brain when she turns, arms crossed to shield herself from my prying eyes.

“You’re my kind of gorgeous,” I say, somehow stringing a sentence together.

Dropping her arms to her side, she stills for a minute while I take my fill, staring at her perfect tits. They’re a handful, heavy with dark tips reaching out for my mouth. Fuck. Me.

“My turn, Cowboy. Show me what you’ve been hiding all night,” she says, unashamed of her naked beauty. Taking a step forward, she stops inches from my chest.

Faith

I’ve abandoned shame. Kyle’s eyes, the way he looks at me, the longing in the rough gravel of his voice are more than enough evidence of his desire. If that weren’t enough, every touch of his mouth to mine, and the roaming heat of his hands and fingers confirm it. Everything about his actions emboldens my own, and it’s liberating. For so long I’ve been immune to the carnal appreciation men have shown. From strangers to Derrick, any attention was wasted, never reciprocated—until Kyle.

When I first saw him sitting in the sand, staring out into the open ocean, my heart clenched. It was an unusual response for sure, because of the trauma suffered after James’s death and the desertion of my friends. I was left paralyzed from extending myself beyond casual acquaintance. Why a reaction to him at this moment in my life? Why should I care to figure it out?

Now, embracing the heat between us feels right. Letting myself go for one night surely can’t hurt. I’ve already felt the release of pleasure, and if his fingers are an indication of what his body will do to me, giving in to his demands is worth whatever risk exists.

I’m standing naked before him, and his eyes clearly state his intentions. With heavy lids, his clear gaze roves over every inch of my skin. It’s as if he’s memorizing the swell of my breast into the taut ridge of my nipple and the valley in between the rise of the other. His gaze travels down the smooth plain of my stomach, hesitating on my tattoo, and finally stopping on my bare sex. I’m ready to feel the warmth of his mouth all over me, tasting and biting.

“I’m waiting,” I whisper.

He smirks. “I said naked and wet. After a thorough inspection, I’ve verified naked, but I’ll need to complete a full systems check before proceeding.”

I laugh, playing in to his game. “Take your time. Quality assurance is important for customer satisfaction.”

Leaning in, I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing our chests flush together. His breath hitches when my nipples graze over him and then it’s game over. I’m crushed first into him and then against the wall.

His mouth lacks the self-control he’s shown throughout the rest of the night. He plunders, stealing my panted breath and drawing out whimpers at the same time as my knees weaken from the assault. Slowing only long enough to take my bottom lip between his teeth, he sinks in and then sucks the sting away. My whimper-turned-moan fills the room, and still I’m not embarrassed. I’m consumed with need. Wrenching my mouth from his, I gasp for air when he confirms I’ve met both of his expectations.

“Faith.” His voice is a rough patch against the silken slide of his fingers as two of them press into me.

“I want to feel you inside of me,” I barely breathe out.

His answering groan is driven into my breast as his mouth tightens over my nipple. He alternates between laving it with the tip his tongue and then biting it until I cry out. Pleasure floods to every nerve ending, and my clit throbs to the beat. I stretch my arms above my head and arch into his mouth, rounding my hips to meet him halfway. Kyle.

If he won’t give me what I want I’ll take it for myself. Reaching between us, I make quick work of his button fly. He doesn’t stop me, but he doesn’t help either, too intent on driving me crazy with his tongue and his hand. After a minute I manage to push both his jeans and boxers to the floor, his erection springing forward and bobbing with the weight of freedom. A natural inclination takes over and my hand gravitates to hold him, his pulse as heavy as mine. He groans when I squeeze the base and stroke his thick, long length. Taking extra care under and around the ridge, I apply pressure and pretend my hand is my mouth, before moving back down only to do it again and again.