Private Acts (10 page)

Her actions proved successful. Miguel dropped her onto her feet between a row of cars. With his fists clenched at his sides, he loomed over her. “You are the most difficult woman I have ever met!”

“Who do you think you are, carrying me off like some kind of caveman?” she fumed.

He shook his head in frustration. “You need to be taught a lesson.”

A promise or a threat, she wasn’t sure. At the same time, she realized she was so far away from the building that any attempt at screaming would not be heard.

She saw the look in his eyes and knew what he planned to do. Stepping back, she lifted her hand to deflect his actions. “Don’t you dare!”

The words fell on deaf ears. With one hand to the back of her exposed nape, he hauled her close and settled his mouth over hers. The shoes clattered to the tarmac from her nerveless fingers. An instant buzz of electricity zoomed through her as he pried her lips apart with the smooth glide of his tongue.

Winding the other arm around her waist, he mashed her to him while he ravaged her mouth with angry kisses. “You need to learn to behave,” he said against her mouth.

She pushed on his chest, but he only tightened his hold, trapping her arms between them. More kisses, hard, devouring her lips. Crushed along the length of him, she could hardly breathe. “You need to be brought under control.” He shoved his fingers into her hair and tightened them into a fist.

The resulting pain only aroused her more. Her body quaked—not from fear but from anticipation. She trembled on tiptoe, clawing at the wool of his jacket, fighting him, yet impatient for what was to come. He breathed the next words against her neck. “You need to understand you can’t run around, shaking your sexy
colita
in a man’s face and not expect him to react.”

With his hand in her hair, he drew her head back at a sharp angle to give him greater access to her throat. She groaned as his hot mouth sucked and kissed, traveling over her skin to the neckline of her dress. “So soft,” he rasped. More nibbling and sucking at the crest of her breast, his actions sure to leave a mark.

Her feet disappeared from under her as he lifted her into his arms. She landed on her back with a gasp, knocking the wind from her lungs, her hot skin cooling wherever it touched the hood of the car he deposited her on. The bracelets on her wrists clanked against the metal when her hands landed on either side of her head. He moved fast, his deft fingers undoing the hidden clasp on her shoulder before he lowered his head to her exposed breasts.

He sucked them, forcing the nipples into rigid peaks. His merciless mouth and teeth scraped along the tender flesh while his hands worked their way under her dress.

“Miguel,” she moaned on a pant, clutching the hairs on his head. The need, the hunger was almost unbearable—fueled by anger and unsatisfied lust.

“Are you done running?” he demanded. His pupils were dilated, and an almost feral brilliance filled his eyes. He dragged the scrap of lacy panties down her legs and tossed it away from him. His fingers found the incriminating wetness. Groaning, he fondled her, stroking his fingers across the wet lips between her thighs like they belonged to him.

Samirah choked on the words she should say but didn’t. She closed her eyes, appalled at the impropriety of their actions in the middle of the parking lot where anyone from the event could exit at any moment and see them—see her, sprawled across a stranger’s car with her dress folded up to her waist and his hand between her legs.

His fingers sank into her thighs, and he dragged her to the edge of the hood. The loose knot of curls on her head finally fell free. Heat radiated across her skin where he touched, and yearning wound its way through her body, shaming her with its intensity. She didn’t even have the strength to stop him.

“Don’t ever walk away from me again,” he whispered raggedly.

 
A thin thread of anger lingered beneath the urgent need in his voice. The soft grind of a zipper’s teeth penetrated the sound of their panting breaths as he undid his pants. He positioned himself between her legs and her eyes widened. She realized he aimed to do the unthinkable—right there, in the middle of the parking lot.

“What are you doing?” she whispered in a last-ditch effort to stop him, stop herself, from what they were about to do.

He leaned over her, blocking the glaring lights from the pole nearby. His dark brown hair fell forward and cast his features in shadow. He pushed her knees back to her chest, pinning her down. She felt the broad head of his penis against the entrance to her body. “Giving us both what we want.”

The raw timbre of his voice exposed the imbalance of his emotions. He was losing himself, his accent so strong she could barely understand what he said.

He pushed into her with such force, she cried out. Her fingers trembled as she stretched her arms to grab onto his shoulders. Her body twisted and arched in a desperate attempt to accommodate his size.

He withdrew slowly, bathed in the moisture from her body, and powered into her again. A sob of immense pleasure broke from her throat. She moaned, begged, struggled to breathe. Picking up the pace, he groaned, showing no mercy. But she didn’t want mercy. She got exactly what she wanted—heart-pounding, incredible sex that made her indifferent to their surroundings.

He restrained her wrists above her head, and with her calves on his shoulders, she couldn’t move an inch. All she could do was take the pounding he dished out. His hips slammed against her thighs in quick succession, jouncing her naked breasts, rocking her body with each advance. Over and over. She took it, trembled from the sheer pleasure and force of it, certain he would dent the metal at her back with the strength of each thrust.

The coiled tension in her loins loosened under the onslaught. Above her, his breath grew shallow, fanning her temple. His movements became more urgent as he chased release. Her head tilted back, and her nails bit into her palms. Stars burst behind her eyelids.

The beat of ecstasy pounded through her veins as she gave herself over to such intense pleasure she couldn’t hold her screams. It was too good to keep to herself. Her throbbing cries drifted on the night air.

He trembled, gripping her slender wrists in a tight hold as he frantically drove into her harder, faster, and with a mighty roar, found satisfaction.

* * * *

Beads of sweat dotted Miguel’s forehead. Tendrils of hair clung to his face where his hair had dipped forward across his brow. He eased from between Samirah’s legs and silently zipped his trousers while she slid from on top of the vehicle and adjusted her clothes.

Her eyes remained downcast, not looking at him, and how could he blame her? He’d charged into her with the care and finesse of an Iberian bull.

He watched her bend over to pick up her underwear, and his shaft swelled, wanting to get back inside of her.

What was the matter with him?

He uttered a stream of curse words under his breath.

“Samirah.” She froze in the midst of stepping into her thong. “I…” What should he say? He didn’t regret what happened, just how it happened. He ran the fingers of his hands through his hair, brushing the strands back and away from his face. The wrists of both hands rested on the back of his head. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that.”

He’d never been out of control before—wanting a woman so much he took her with such force and gave no thought to protection.

“How was it supposed to happen?” She finished pulling up her underwear with her back to him.

He wanted to touch her, but he worried she would withdraw from him. “Look at me. Please.”

Slowly, she faced him and met his gaze. Her hair was a mess of curls on her head and her lips, swollen. She looked so fragile.

“I know I was too rough—”

“No—”

“—but I lost my head. It’s no excuse—”

“—you weren’t.”

He stopped when her words registered. Gazing down into her face, he drank in her delicate features. “What are you saying?”

“I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me.”

“Still, I should have…” He sighed heavily.

Unable to help himself, he gathered her into his arms. She melted against him. Nuzzling her neck, he inhaled deeply and kissed her fragrant skin. His fingers gathered a handful of curls while the other hand stroked down her bare arm then around to her back.

“You should go back inside,” she whispered, easing out of his arms. “They’ll be looking for you.”

When she pulled away, it felt as if someone cut off his arm. “I’m not going back inside. I’m taking you home.”

“I can catch a cab on my own.”

“It’s not up for debate.” No more words needed to be spoken.

He took her hand in his and led the way off the grounds. They walked in silence out to the street where he hailed a taxi. All the way back, they sat on opposite ends of the seat. When they arrived at their destination, she stepped out of the vehicle. He handed the driver a bill and didn’t bother waiting for change because she was walking away and he couldn’t let her leave. Not when he still needed her.

By the time she rounded the front of the taxi, he was two steps ahead of her. “I’ll take my time,” he said.

She looked confused, not knowing what he was talking about. The spoken words were part of a conversation he’d been having in his head on the ride over. They stood in the middle of the street, and he started backing her toward the gate. “I can’t let you go tonight,” he whispered in a rough undertone.

His hand was already under her dress again, coasting up the thigh exposed by the split. He captured her shallow breaths with a kiss to her bruised lips. “I can’t. Not yet.” His fingers reached the apex of her thighs and fingered the edge of her panties at the crease of her hips.

She inhaled sharply, parting her legs so he could touch her more intimately. One arm snaked around his neck and he drew her closer, kissing harder.

When he lifted his head to look down at her, she gave him a sensual look from beneath half-lowered lids. “I have to taste every inch of you tonight,” he whispered, brazenly caressing the bare cheeks of her bottom.

His desire for her knew no bounds. He wanted her now, with her back against the gate, for all of their neighbors to see. Anywhere, anytime. Public or private. He couldn’t imagine not wanting her.

With no hesitation, he lifted her in his arms and took her inside his house. He set her on her feet before his mouth covered hers again. The shoes in her hands thumped when they hit the carpet. She caught his face between her palms and opened her sweet mouth to him. The kiss started slow but morphed into a heated tangle of tongues.

She relieved him of his jacket, and with feverish kisses and roaming hands, they stumbled toward the staircase. Halfway up, she lost her panties.

He caressed her hips, her thighs, her breasts, while she smoothed her hands up his chest and pressed her soft body against him.

In the hallway, his vest and tie came off and her bracelets and earrings dropped on top of them.

When they entered the bedroom, the open curtains offered enough light for them to finish undressing, and he wasted no time getting her on her back.

* * * *

His mouth traveled over the crest of her breast and pulled the nipple into his mouth. The sight of his tanned skin against her darker skin aroused Samirah even further. He sucked them with such utter enjoyment, curled over her, caging her in with the length and width of his large body.

He filled his hands with her breasts, kneading the soft mounds, squeezing them together as he licked and sucked the skin of her ribs and made his way down her stomach to the sensitive flesh of her thighs.

Even in her delirious state, Samirah registered that he reached into a drawer in his nightstand and placed several condoms on top of it. Once sheathed in protection, he slid into the slick wetness of her body.