relieved to find the street virtually deserted. Not a paparazzo in sight. The New York photogs were way less vigilant than their L.A. counterparts. Yet another check in the pros column for the Big Apple. Just to be safe, he hung a sharp right and rounded the corner of the bar, moving them away from the glare of the streetlights and into a dark, shadowy alley along the side of the building.
“My apartment’s that way,” Holly protested, pointing in the opposite direction.
“First this.” He backed her against the wall and planted a palm on either side of her head, against the rough brick. With one knee, he nudged her legs apart and edged between them. Dipping his head, he captured her lips, first gently, coaxing them open with a sweep of his tongue, then, when he felt her arch against his chest, more deeply, more forcefully.
He lowered his hands and cupped her sweet, round ass. He squeezed lightly, savoring the feel of her, all soft and warm. Like a woman should feel. A far cry from the stick figures in Hollywood.
He tugged her closer for a better fit, molding her to him so she could feel his rock-hard erection. She gasped and he pulled back, raising his head to look at her. Her eyes shone and her breathing was choppy. He couldn’t tell if she wanted to hit him or jump his bones.
Nick fought for control of his own ragged breathing. “Maybe we should...”
Holly surprised him by grabbing the collar of his jacket and dragging him back to her. “Too much talking. Not enough kissing.” She slid her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in the hair at his nape, pressing her hot body against his and pulling his head down even farther so her lips could reach his. She kissed him wildly, thrusting her tongue against his and tilting her hips to bring her warm, wet center in contact with the zipper straining to hold back his cock.
Groaning, he broke off this kiss, thinking it would slow her down so he could prolong both their pleasure. But slowing down didn’t seem to be part of her game plan. Instead, she let her mouth drift to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses and tender bites from his chin to the base of his throat.
“Damn, I want you,” he growled.
“So I see,” she teased, rubbing against the bulge in his jeans. “Do you plan to do anything about it?”
“Hell, yes.”
He lifted her up, cupping her bottom. Still pressed against the brick wall, she wrapped her legs around him and ran her fingers through his hair.
“Nick...” She sighed, grinding against him. “More.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. Following her lead, he tasted her soft earlobe then moved his mouth slowly down her neck, nibbling lightly. With one hand he released the top button of her blouse, then another, revealing just a hint of her lacy baby-blue bra. His lips followed, the stubble of his beard scraping the sensitive skin between her breasts and making her moan.
It was crazy, what they were doing. Outside, in public, at barely eleven o’clock. When anyone could come along. He was long past caring, though, and, thankfully, so was she.
He freed one more button, running the tip of his tongue deep into her cleavage. She whimpered as he undid the front clasp of her bra with his teeth, releasing her pale breasts, two perfect handfuls topped by pert, rosy nipples begging to be sucked. He looked up at her, her head thrown back, eyes wide, hair mussed. Her mouth was open, her lips full and moist. She’d been transformed into a wild, wanton goddess, and he had to have her. Now.
He drew one nipple into his mouth, rolling the taut bud with his tongue. She tasted like cinnamon and sugar and warm, soft woman. He dragged his mouth across her chest to savor the other nipple. A strange humming sensation built inside him as he sucked and licked like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
“Nick.”
“Mmm.” The humming intensified, spreading throughout his chest.
“Your phone.”
He reluctantly let go of her breast and
“My apartment’s that way,” Holly protested, pointing in the opposite direction.
“First this.” He backed her against the wall and planted a palm on either side of her head, against the rough brick. With one knee, he nudged her legs apart and edged between them. Dipping his head, he captured her lips, first gently, coaxing them open with a sweep of his tongue, then, when he felt her arch against his chest, more deeply, more forcefully.
He lowered his hands and cupped her sweet, round ass. He squeezed lightly, savoring the feel of her, all soft and warm. Like a woman should feel. A far cry from the stick figures in Hollywood.
He tugged her closer for a better fit, molding her to him so she could feel his rock-hard erection. She gasped and he pulled back, raising his head to look at her. Her eyes shone and her breathing was choppy. He couldn’t tell if she wanted to hit him or jump his bones.
Nick fought for control of his own ragged breathing. “Maybe we should...”
Holly surprised him by grabbing the collar of his jacket and dragging him back to her. “Too much talking. Not enough kissing.” She slid her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in the hair at his nape, pressing her hot body against his and pulling his head down even farther so her lips could reach his. She kissed him wildly, thrusting her tongue against his and tilting her hips to bring her warm, wet center in contact with the zipper straining to hold back his cock.
Groaning, he broke off this kiss, thinking it would slow her down so he could prolong both their pleasure. But slowing down didn’t seem to be part of her game plan. Instead, she let her mouth drift to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses and tender bites from his chin to the base of his throat.
“Damn, I want you,” he growled.
“So I see,” she teased, rubbing against the bulge in his jeans. “Do you plan to do anything about it?”
“Hell, yes.”
He lifted her up, cupping her bottom. Still pressed against the brick wall, she wrapped her legs around him and ran her fingers through his hair.
“Nick...” She sighed, grinding against him. “More.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. Following her lead, he tasted her soft earlobe then moved his mouth slowly down her neck, nibbling lightly. With one hand he released the top button of her blouse, then another, revealing just a hint of her lacy baby-blue bra. His lips followed, the stubble of his beard scraping the sensitive skin between her breasts and making her moan.
It was crazy, what they were doing. Outside, in public, at barely eleven o’clock. When anyone could come along. He was long past caring, though, and, thankfully, so was she.
He freed one more button, running the tip of his tongue deep into her cleavage. She whimpered as he undid the front clasp of her bra with his teeth, releasing her pale breasts, two perfect handfuls topped by pert, rosy nipples begging to be sucked. He looked up at her, her head thrown back, eyes wide, hair mussed. Her mouth was open, her lips full and moist. She’d been transformed into a wild, wanton goddess, and he had to have her. Now.
He drew one nipple into his mouth, rolling the taut bud with his tongue. She tasted like cinnamon and sugar and warm, soft woman. He dragged his mouth across her chest to savor the other nipple. A strange humming sensation built inside him as he sucked and licked like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
“Nick.”
“Mmm.” The humming intensified, spreading throughout his chest.
“Your phone.”
He reluctantly let go of her breast and
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