Page 12 of The Pleasure Contract

Bristol loved it.

He kissed her the way she’d always wanted to be kissed. He consumed her. He devoured her and it made her clit throb to think that this man who could kiss anyone was kissing her at all, much less like this.

Like he might die if he didn’t.

She let her hands roam over that celebrated chest of his, astonished that he felt even better than he looked. Everything about Lachlan Drummond, who she could admit she’d expected to find sad and faintly creepy, wasbetter.

He was dressed like half of Wall Street, his suit tailored to adore him, but Bristol found that irritating. She wanted tofeelhim. She wanted to imprint his flesh into her skin so she would carry this with her, always. It took her a moment, but she found her way beneath the soft shirt he wore.

But the reward was that ridged glory of an abdomen. She could feel that V-shaped indentation that she knew led straight to that hard, hot cock pressed against her belly. She wanted to rub herself against it, to get him between her legs, but for the moment she was consumed with running her palms over his six-pack, then higher to find the heavy planes of his pectoral muscles.

And still Lachlan kissed her and kissed her, as if he couldn’t decide if he was eating her alive or if he was letting her do the honors.

Bristol couldn’t decide either. She forgot where she was. She forgotwhoshe was.

Sensation was everything. His hard temptation of a mouth, the press of his gorgeous body, the wall at her back. And all of that bright-hot need that kept pouring through her so she was nothing more than heavy breasts and nipples pinched tight, and the greedy, hungry pussy that pulsed between her legs.

She couldn’t remember wanting anything as much as she wanted this man.

And somehow, he knew.

Lachlan’s free hand moved to trace down the line of her back, but then he found her ass, gripping her in a way that tugged at her clit and made everything hotter. And then he kept moving, reaching down until he could pull her dress up. And up.

She entertained the faintest thought that she should object when the cool spring air found the bare skin of her thighs. But she didn’t want to. She didn’t want anything to stop what was happening, because she wasn’t sure she’d live through the disappointment if they stopped. If they didn’t dive straight into the heart of this fire.

Then it was hard to care about anything at all because his hand found the mound of her pussy and held her there, just for a moment, while she shuddered.

And shuddered.

Before she could think about that, or analyze anything the way she liked to do, he found his way beneath the panties she wore. Then he stroked his way into her slippery heat.

His kiss grew harder, slicker, as he found his way inside her.

With the heel of his palm against her clit, he experimented with one long, broad finger, then two.

Bristol bucked against his hand while he drank every beautiful sound she made from her mouth. He ground down harder against her clit, then laughed a bit darkly when she tipped her head back and came.

Hard.

“More,” she panted at him. At the alley around them. At New York. The world. “I wantmore.”

Lachlan hauled her against him, drawing her legs around his waist and then holding her against the brick wall with little more than his chest pressed against her. She had to cling to his shoulders and she did, lost in that searing blue gaze of his as he reached between them.

She was panting, aftershocks still jolting through her. Possibly having a heart attack, but she didn’t care. She wanted him too much. She’d just come and still, she wanted him with a desperation that should have scared her.

But he was pulling out his cock and swiftly sheathing it with the condom she hadn’t even seen him pull out of thin air, and that was better than cardiac arrest. Even if it might cause it.

Then he was supporting her ass again with those big, hard hands, still pressing her against the wall.

“Move your panties out of the way for me,” he ordered her, his voice another dark lick of sensation.

And Bristol would have said that she wasn’t much for taking orders, but maybe she’d never heard one issued like this. Scratchy and sure, while she clung to him, her legs wrapped around him so she was wide open and ready.

God, she was ready.

She wanted him inside her. Now. She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more than to obey him. Bristol reached down and grabbed the shiny fabric of her own panties, stretching them out to the side.

Then she had to bite her lip as he fit the broad, thick head of his cock to her entrance.