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Authors: Rachel Cross
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half, incapacitated by laughter. Since she was unable to get out most of the lyrics, he covered for her, maintaining his professional aplomb throughout. He grinned, watching her laugh herself silly.
“Your turn,” she said wheezing when the song finally ended. She wiped a hand over streaming eyes and put down her microphone. “I don’t think the rock star life is for me.”
To his surprise and her obvious pleasure, he agreed to sing another song, then another. People at the bar shouted requests at him.
• • •
Two hours later, Kate and Alec exited the bar. Kate ran a hand still shaking with exhaustion and excitement through her disheveled hair.
What a night
. She carried her shoes, toes too sore to put them back on, even for the short walk from the bar to the cab.
She stared at him as he tried to catch the attention of a taxi driver. He had been transformed up there into someone larger than life. Why on earth was this incredibly talented, sexy, guy practicing law?
He finally hailed a cab, opened the door and gestured for her to precede him into the rear seat.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him, mesmerized. “Alec, you were awesome.”
He grinned and shifted in the seat.
“No, seriously. You came alive back there. It was amazing.”
The cab stopped abruptly and threw them forward. The driver cursed at a car he had barely missed. Kate and Alec shared a glance and something moved between them. Kate turned toward him, somehow in motion, sliding across the imitation leather of the bench seat. Alec’s hands came up, met her torso and yanked her into his arms so quickly and efficiently the next thing she knew she straddled him, her dress hiked up to her hips. His hand reached up and gripped the back of her head. He leaned in, licking his way inside her mouth, devouring her.
He dragged his lips across hers, changing the angle, teasing one moment then hard, rough, and deep the next. He used his other hand to press her hips down tightly against his. It should have been uncomfortable, awkward, kissing in the back of a moving cab, instead it felt natural. She melted into him.
It wasn’t as though she had never been kissed. But this, this, was far beyond her experience. Beyond her comprehension. The feel of his big warm hands through her dress, the scrape of his jaw against her skin, her cheeks, her neck, increased her arousal until it was a hard, painful insistent ache. It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. The movement of the cab only added to the magic.
She moaned. Lust mingled with frustration, muffled by his mouth. His grip on her hips tightened and she became aware of his raging erection, as it pressed, almost painfully, against the thin, now damp barrier of her panties. Kate squirmed, pushed down with her hips, wild to get closer. She ran her hands down the front of his chest, over hot, hard muscles, the ridges of his abdomen, and lower until his hands met hers at his zipper. She pulled back, startled, then met his gaze and felt a momentary panic. His face was all hard planes and intensity, flushed with desire, his blue eyes ablaze with passion.
She might have said something, might have ended it, but he yanked her into him with a growl. Her whole body was swept away with sensation, pliant, aching, boneless. Her hands slid up and found their way into his thick, satiny, gloriously too long hair.
He moved her dress down, over her shoulders, his fingertips rough against her heated skin. She shuddered, barely aware of the downward path of the zipper in back, as he kissed, licked and sucked his way down her neck and collarbone.
Her hands tightened in his hair, urging him on, down further, to her breasts where he sucked and bit at them through the lace mesh of her black bra. She opened her eyes and watched his mouth and tongue against her bra-covered breasts and ground herself down against his erection, mindlessly trying to get closer, wanting more. The pleasure was shocking, dizzying.
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“Your turn,” she said wheezing when the song finally ended. She wiped a hand over streaming eyes and put down her microphone. “I don’t think the rock star life is for me.”
To his surprise and her obvious pleasure, he agreed to sing another song, then another. People at the bar shouted requests at him.
• • •
Two hours later, Kate and Alec exited the bar. Kate ran a hand still shaking with exhaustion and excitement through her disheveled hair.
What a night
. She carried her shoes, toes too sore to put them back on, even for the short walk from the bar to the cab.
She stared at him as he tried to catch the attention of a taxi driver. He had been transformed up there into someone larger than life. Why on earth was this incredibly talented, sexy, guy practicing law?
He finally hailed a cab, opened the door and gestured for her to precede him into the rear seat.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him, mesmerized. “Alec, you were awesome.”
He grinned and shifted in the seat.
“No, seriously. You came alive back there. It was amazing.”
The cab stopped abruptly and threw them forward. The driver cursed at a car he had barely missed. Kate and Alec shared a glance and something moved between them. Kate turned toward him, somehow in motion, sliding across the imitation leather of the bench seat. Alec’s hands came up, met her torso and yanked her into his arms so quickly and efficiently the next thing she knew she straddled him, her dress hiked up to her hips. His hand reached up and gripped the back of her head. He leaned in, licking his way inside her mouth, devouring her.
He dragged his lips across hers, changing the angle, teasing one moment then hard, rough, and deep the next. He used his other hand to press her hips down tightly against his. It should have been uncomfortable, awkward, kissing in the back of a moving cab, instead it felt natural. She melted into him.
It wasn’t as though she had never been kissed. But this, this, was far beyond her experience. Beyond her comprehension. The feel of his big warm hands through her dress, the scrape of his jaw against her skin, her cheeks, her neck, increased her arousal until it was a hard, painful insistent ache. It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. The movement of the cab only added to the magic.
She moaned. Lust mingled with frustration, muffled by his mouth. His grip on her hips tightened and she became aware of his raging erection, as it pressed, almost painfully, against the thin, now damp barrier of her panties. Kate squirmed, pushed down with her hips, wild to get closer. She ran her hands down the front of his chest, over hot, hard muscles, the ridges of his abdomen, and lower until his hands met hers at his zipper. She pulled back, startled, then met his gaze and felt a momentary panic. His face was all hard planes and intensity, flushed with desire, his blue eyes ablaze with passion.
She might have said something, might have ended it, but he yanked her into him with a growl. Her whole body was swept away with sensation, pliant, aching, boneless. Her hands slid up and found their way into his thick, satiny, gloriously too long hair.
He moved her dress down, over her shoulders, his fingertips rough against her heated skin. She shuddered, barely aware of the downward path of the zipper in back, as he kissed, licked and sucked his way down her neck and collarbone.
Her hands tightened in his hair, urging him on, down further, to her breasts where he sucked and bit at them through the lace mesh of her black bra. She opened her eyes and watched his mouth and tongue against her bra-covered breasts and ground herself down against his erection, mindlessly trying to get closer, wanting more. The pleasure was shocking, dizzying.
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