Resilient.
Unbreakable.
“More,” she gasped, her eyelids fluttering open.
Before she could focus and see the beast that he knew gleamed in his eyes, he whirled her around and urged her hands flat against the brick.
Her sweet, round ass pushed back against him and he flicked open the button on his jeans. The zipper wasn’t nearly as cooperative. Metal strained and popped and the teeth broke. The denim sagged on his hips and he shoved his underwear down so fast that the material ripped. His erection sprang forward, hard and greedy. The ripe head of his cock pressed the slick folds between her legs and she shuddered.
“Wait,” Miranda managed, the feel of him poised and ready like a lightning bolt to her sanity. She drew a deep breath to steady her rapid heartbeat and remember that while she’d made up her mind to let go of her inhibitions and satisfy her curiosity, she wasn’t kissing caution goodbye.
Her mother had made that mistake.
Three times to be exact.
“We need a condom,” she breathed. “I—I brought some with me.” She motioned to her purse which lay on the ground near her feet. “In there.”
“I’ve got my own, sugar.”
Of course he did. This might be her first time doing something like this, but it obviously wasn’t his.
The realization stirred a strange sense of regret. One that quickly drowned in a wave of heat as he retrieved a small packet, ripped it open and worked the latex down his engorged length. She felt the brush of knuckles against her backside as he positioned himself. His thick head nudged apart her slick folds and pressed into her.
She closed her eyes and relished the feel of him pushing inside, stretching and filling her inch by decadent inch.
Slowly.
Slowly.
There.
He stopped, buried completely for a long moment, the pressure so sharp and sweet that her breath caught. Her heart paused. He throbbed and her body contracted. A wave of impatience went through her, making her nipples ache and her legs tremble.
She moved then, arching her back and sucking him deeper, begging for more of the ecstasy she’d tasted only moments before. She was almost there. So close that she could feel the heat licking at her skin.
The hard brick vibrated against her fingertips, a reminder that she wasn’t just out of her comfort zone when it came to men, but she was far, far away from the safety of her bedroom. The notion fed her anticipation as much as the sounds drifting from inside the club. The music and the laughter and the voices…
A woman’s voice. Clear. Distinct. Close.
“I thought you wanted to go to my place?”
Miranda felt Cody’s muscles tense. Her eyes popped open and her head snapped up in time to see the couple that stumbled around the corner of the building a good twenty feet away.
“Screw that,” the man murmured. “Let’s just do it right here in the alley.” He pressed the woman up against the brick. A trash can flanked them and blocked Miranda’s view.
But she could still hear them, which meant they could still hear her. And all they had to do was glance up.
Uh-oh.
Chapter Four
MIRANDA TRIED TO REACH for her tank top which rode her waist, but Cody’s hands covered hers, flattening them against the wall as he pressed his body against hers. “Don’t move,” he breathed.
“Are you kidding me?” she whispered. “What if they see us?”
“What if they do?” His lips grazed her ear as the other couple groped each other. Their laughter drifted above the muted thud of the popular Katy Perry song blasting inside the club. “Would it be so bad to have an audience?”
Yes. That’s what she wanted to say. She’d spent far too many years doing the right thing and saying the right thing to stop now. She didn’t do things like this. No back alleys. No audience.
At the same time, that was the point entirely.
She didn’t do things like this, with a man like this, which was why she’d never had an orgasm during the actual act.
That was all about to change.
“Don’t think about them,” he murmured. “Close your eyes and think about me.” He pressed a soft kiss to her temple and added, “About my cock thick and hot inside of you.”
One hand slid up her abdomen to her breast and he caught her nipple, and she did just that.
She closed her eyes and her senses zeroed in on him. The way he pinched the ripe tip of her nipple and played her until need sizzled up and down her spine. A gasp parted her lips.
“You’d better watch it or they’ll hear you. Then they’ll notice us for sure.” He slid his left arm around her, his fingers skimming her rib cage as he caught her other nipple. Now both hands plucked and rolled the sensitive tips until her knees went weak.
He squeezed at the same moment that he thrust into her and a cry curled up her throat. She caught it before it slipped past her lips and clamped her mouth shut as he started to move.
In and out. Back and forth.
She quickly forgot all about the couple, their voices fading in the clamor of her own desire.
She arched against Cody, drawing him deeper, holding him longer when he tried to pull away.
The pressure between her legs stretched tighter and then poppppp! Sensation drenched her and she exploded around him. Her head fell back into the curve of his neck, her lips parted and she couldn’t help herself then. She cried out.
He caught the sound with his mouth as he moved faster, plunging harder, deeper, stronger. Convulsions gripped her. She milked him, her slick folds clenching around his throbbing penis until a growl sizzled across her nerve endings.
Wait a second. A growl?
The realization pushed through the lusty fog and zapped her back to the present. The cool brick wall and the muted music. Her ears perked, but she heard only the sound of her own breathing.
Duh.
She’d obviously deprived herself for so long that when she’d finally gone for the gusto—that is, a forbidden cowboy—the rush of sensation had been like a cattle prod to an electrical box. Her brain was fried.
He buried himself one last time and leaned into her. His body flattened hers against the brick wall. The rough slab rasped her overly sensitive nipples and desire speared her again. Every nerve in her body sizzled. She closed her eyes, relishing the aftershocks of her release which swept through her and filled up the emptiness
