Her lover’s hair was tousled, a lock falling on to his forehead, making him look even sexier. His lips were moist from sucking on her breasts. His eyes—a deep steel-blue—

seemed to darken as she watched him.

“You okay?”

“Hmmm.” That was the best she could manage at the moment.

He chuckled, the low, satisfied sound sending goose bumps over her arms. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Slowly, he shifted away from her and her legs slid down his thighs and landed on the floor with a thump. If he hadn’t been holding her she would have slid right down the wall to land in a heap on the floor.

Alicia realized she was standing there with her dress pinned around her waist and her breasts fully exposed. She started to struggle with the dress.

“Let me help.” He tugged the dress down instead of up and it puddled around her feet, leaving her wearing pearls, thigh-high stockings, red lace bikini pants and her bra, which was exposing more than it concealed.

She should have felt awkward, but she didn’t. With his eyes glowing with desire, she felt sensual. Powerful.

“Put your shoes on. I want to see you in those sexy high heels.”

Unable to refuse him, Alicia managed to snag her purse and dig out her shoes. He took them from her, went down on one knee in front of her and lifted one foot at a time, slipping them on.

He stood back and studied her. “Oh, yeah. Perfect.”

Her back arched naturally to accommodate the heels, thrusting her pelvis forward.

The crotch of her panties was soaked with her juices and she could feel the dampness on her inner thighs.

“Those stockings are incredibly hot.” He traced his finger over the lace at the top before brushing her inner thigh. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you?” He didn’t wait for an answer, but slid a finger beneath the elastic band of her panties and found out for himself.

“Definitely wet and hot.” He pulled his finger away and sucked on it. “Sweet and spicy all at once.”

Alicia just stared. She’d never met a man so blatantly sexual in her life. Even though she’d just had an incredible orgasm, she was aroused again.

He smiled as he tweaked her nipples, making her body quiver with need. “It’s your choice. What will it be? Do I put my boots on and leave or will you take me to your bedroom?”

For Alicia there was no choice. If she didn’t finish this, she’d always have regrets.

Reaching out, she took his hand in hers. “Follow me.”


Gill let out the breath he’d been holding. If she’d asked him to leave, he would have done so, but not without regrets. He’d never met a woman who appealed to him as much as his mystery woman. She responded to his every touch, his every caress. It was an incredible turn-on.

She wouldn’t tell him her name, not yet at any rate. But he would find out who she was. There hadn’t been that many people at the wedding. It would be a simple process of elimination to determine who she was. Besides which, he now knew where she lived.

His mystery lady was a fascinating mixture of contradictions. Beneath the conservative dress beat the heart of a sensual woman. Her choice in lingerie told him that much. She might not show it to the rest of the world, but she was letting him into her secret realm. At least for one night.

His body tightened at the thought of only having one night with her. He had a feeling that if he spent every night for the rest of his life with her, he’d never have enough. That thought almost stopped him in his tracks. This wasn’t about forever. This was about now.

He hadn’t had sex in so long, he was making more of this then he should. This was two responsible adults slaking their sexual needs.

End of story.

Too bad he didn’t quite believe himself.

He’d think about it later. Right now, he had a beautiful woman leading him into her bedroom. He kept one eye on her full, firm ass as he followed. It was barely covered by the lacy scrap of fabric that passed as underwear and the twin globes moved up and down with every step she took. The high heels made her legs look even longer.

She released his hand and turned on a bedside lamp. The light was dim, but more than enough for him to see her. The walls were a creamy yellow, the comforter on the bed was green. She bent over, pulling the covers down, exposing crisp white sheets.

Gill had the overwhelming urge to rip away her panties and take her just like that, with her legs spread and her hands on the bed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

If he didn’t get control of himself this would be over before it even started. His balls were so tight they were ready to explode. It wouldn’t take much for him to come.

His clothing felt way too tight and confining. Opening his eyes, he watched her as he unbuttoned his shirt. Yanking it off, he tossed it on a chair in the corner. His socks followed. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he opened his wallet and pulled out a condom, tossing it on the bedside table. He was damned lucky he had one. It had been a long time since he’d needed one, but he prided himself on being prepared for any situation.

Returning his wallet to his back pocket, he shucked his jeans and dropped them to the floor. He stopped before he pulled off his boxers and glanced at her in question.

She nodded and he pushed them down and off, letting her look her fill. Her throat rippled as she swallowed and her lips parted as she licked her lips. There was no mistaking the signs. She wanted him.

He went to her side and undid her bra, dropping it to the floor. She was fidgeting with her pearls, rolling them back and forth between her fingers. Gill gently pried them loose and pulled them over her head. He had plans for those pearls.

“Up on the bed.”

She nodded, climbing on top of the covers. Gill laid the pearls aside and reached for one shoe and gently tugged it off before kissing her instep. Then he did the same with the other shoe.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he started at her ankles, running his hands over her legs, only stopping when he reached the top of her stockings. “We’ll leave these on for now.” Anticipation thrummed through him as he imagined rolling those silky stockings down her long lovely legs, one inch at a time. He’d get to it…eventually.

“All right,” she whispered.

He picked up the pearls, holding an end in each hand. Pulling them taut, he rolled them over her stomach. She jerked and sucked in a breath before relaxing. Continuing upward, he ran them over firm breasts, making sure they touched her sensitive nipples as well.

She groaned, her eyes almost closing. Her legs sprawled open and her breathing quickened.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes.” She licked her lips. “Do it again.”

“With pleasure.” This time, he framed her breasts with the pearls, rolling a length of the strand over her distended nipples. Her moan of pleasure was music to his ears. His cock jerked and liquid seeped from the tip.

She wrapped her hand around his erection and he thought it might be over for him then and there. But it felt too good for him to pull away. She sat up, dislodging the pearls.

They slithered down into her lap as she slid her hand over his length from base to tip, measuring him, learning his shape.

“Lie down.” She pointed to the mattress beside her.

Gill lowered himself to the bed, hoping he could withstand whatever sensual torture she had in mind for him. When she picked up the pearls he broke out into a sweat.

She wrapped them around his cock, gently pulling back and forth, letting the strand tighten as it moved up and down his length. Gill gritted his teeth to keep from spilling his seed. Damn, he’d never felt anything quite like this in his life.

She smiled, a siren’s smile, as she continued to slide the pearls over him. When she lowered her head, he almost stopped breathing. Her breath was warm on the crown of his shaft. He swallowed hard to keep from begging her to continue. He had to feel her mouth on him.

Then it was there, soft and wet and giving as she sucked the bulbous head past her lips and into the warm cavern of her mouth. He arched his hips, encouraging her to take more. And she did. Her mouth lowered over his shaft before returning to the tip.

She continued to roll the pearls over his sensitive flesh as her mouth pleasured him.

Gill stood it for as long as he could, wanting to prolong the pleasure, but knowing he couldn’t last long.

“No more,” he growled, pulling her away. Her mouth released him with a wet sucking noise that made him crazy. “I want to be inside you when I come.”


Alicia watched as he untangled the pearls from his shaft and grabbed the condom from the bedside table. Tearing it open, he quickly sheathed himself. Then he turned back to her.

There was a barely restrained sense of power and urgency surrounding him. His shoulders were slick, his face unreadable. She licked her lips, tasting his essence. He tasted slightly salty and musky.

“Give me your hands.”

“Why?”

One corner of his mouth quirked up. “Trust me.”

Did she trust him? Surprisingly enough, she did. She stretched out one hand and he captured it, placing a kiss in the center of her palm before slipping the pearls over it and wrapping them around several times.

“The other one,” he prompted.

She knew what he wanted to do and rather than frightening her, the idea excited her.

Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took and a shiver raced down her spine as she gave him her other hand. He twined the pearls around it and then around both her hands until the long strand bound them.

He helped her to lie down, sliding a pillow under her behind. “Comfortable?”

Was she? Physically, yes. Emotionally, not so much. She was showing this man, this stranger, more trust than she had any other man she’d known. He watched her, his dark eyes never wavering from her face. She knew then that he wouldn’t proceed unless she gave the okay. That small fact reassured her. “Yes.”

He smiled then, a real smile, and it changed his face. Oh, it didn’t soften it much.

That would be impossible, given his harsh features. But his eyes filled with heat and she could see the stark need that he’d kept hidden from her until now.

Clasping her bound hands in his, he raised them over her head. The movement thrust her breasts upward. His chest brushed her nipples as he leaned over her. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning aloud. What was it about this man that kept her poised on the edge of orgasm?

He trailed his hands over the sensitive flesh of her inner arms and down her sides.

When he reached the band of her panties, he hooked his fingers in the lace-covered elastic and pulled them slowly down her legs and off. Then he brought the lacey fabric to his face and breathed deeply. “You smell hot and delicious.”

She could feel her cheeks getting hot. No man had ever talked to her in such a sexual fashion, but she liked it. Her sex felt empty and needy and she knew that only he could satisfy the ache within her.

His tossed her panties aside and reached for the top of one of her stockings. Slowly, he rolled it down her thigh, his lips caressing the skin he exposed. The silk stocking slid over her knee and down her calf, before being whisked away. Then he did the same with the other one.

It was incredibly arousing to have her hands bound over her head. She knew she could get free if she truly wanted to. But there was a sense of freedom involved as well.

She was captive to his whims, her legs spread wide, a sexual feast for him to indulge in.

She’d never played these sorts of games before, but she was quickly discovering that with this man she enjoyed them. With him, there were no preconceived ideas about who and what she was. They were simply a man and a woman doing whatever they wanted to do. The only stipulation was that it had to be something they both enjoyed.

She wanted to call him by name. Almost asked him then and there what it was. But she stopped herself at the last second. She was the one who’d said this was a one-night stand. She couldn’t change the rules this late in the game.

He sprawled between her thighs, his thumbs parting her as he simply stared. “You are beautiful. So pink, so wet. So damn perfect.”

She believed him. The honesty and wonder in his voice was too real to be anything but the truth. Before she could respond, he leaned inward. She sucked in a deep breath and then groaned as his tongue traced the slick folds of her sex. Up one side and down the other, he didn’t miss a spot.