Slow Hands

with her throwing down a small fortune to pay for dinner, when he would never have let her pick up the tab.
    Wanting to crawl out of the place, he settled for a fast walk. He hit the front door with both palms and strode outside, half expecting to see Maddy’s taillights as she zipped her tiny sports car out of the parking lot, dumping his butt right here at the bar.
    But her car remained on the far side of the lot, where she’d parked it. He hadn’t gotten more than a half-dozen steps toward it in the warm evening air when he was grabbed. Two hands bunched in the front of his T-shirt and pushed him. Jake stumbled over his own feet until he was backed against the dark, shadowy side of the old brick building.
    “Maddy…”
    “Shut up.” Her eyes sparked and her breathing was choppy as she glared up at him. She looked ready to hit him.
    Instead, she did something far more unexpected. She threw her arms around his neck, pressed that hot body against his, and caught his mouth in a deep, hard kiss.
    She wasn’t angry. The ice princess was on fire.
    For him .
    She kissed the taste out of his mouth, thrusting her tongue against his wildly as she tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. Jake instinctively dropped his hands, reaching for the round curves of the ass he’d been admiring since they met. Cupping those curves, he savored the softness, squeezing her lightly. He was going to love holding her cheeks tightly when she was naked and on top of him. Plunging down onto him, over and over until he lost his mind and exploded inside her.
    Tugging her up for a nicer fit, he rocked into her, letting her feel his throbbing erection, getting off at the pleasure of sex against sex, despite their clothes.
    She whimpered, ground back, tilted her hips against him to bring her heat directly against the seam straining to hold back his cock. Groaning, running her hands frantically over his shoulders and chest now, she continued to play wildly in his mouth. Her soft lips molded to every millimeter of his, her tongue ravaged his as if she was hungry enough to devour him whole.
    Finally, she drew away, gasping for breath, but not stopping. Oh, no, she merely moved her mouth to his neck, tasting the sweat he knew had gathered there, kissing her way frantically to the hollow of his throat, even biting lightly.
    “I want you so much.”
    “I noticed.”
    “Did you really mean those things you said inside?”
    He spun her around, backing her against the building now, taking control. “Hell, yes .”
    It was crazy—they were outside, in a public place, it wasn’t even ten o’clock and anyone could walk out of the bar at any minute. But he didn’t care. If he didn’t get more of her, he’d die. Simply blow up and die.
    “This really is…personal? Just about attraction, nothing else?” she asked, watching him intently, as if still needing to be sure.
    “Maddy, I don’t give a damn where we met, who you are, or that you bid on me for some charity. I have wanted you since the moment I set eyes on you.”
    She nodded slowly, letting her eyes drift closed, silently giving her assent.
    “Don’t stop me,” he whispered hoarsely as he tugged her ponytail holder off and ran his fingers through that thick, dark hair, spreading it across her shoulders. He tasted her soft earlobe, moving slowly down the long line of her delicate neck, nibbling lightly, savoring the unique flavors of skin and woman.
    “Stopping you isn’t even a consideration.”
    Soon he was breathing down the front of her shirt, his lips scraping the vulnerable skin just above the seam. Unable to resist, he nudged the fabric down enough to gain access, groaning when he saw a hint of her breasts rising above the edge of a hot pink bra.
    He had to go further. Running the tip of his tongue across that deep line of cleavage, he grabbed her hips when she started to sag.
    “Jake…”
    “More.” He didn’t ask, didn’t think, didn’t hesitate. He merely reached for the bottom of her shirt and began to tug it up. He was dying to touch her, hold her, suck her.
    She whimpered when he slid his hand inside the bra, cupping her, tugging the incredibly soft, warm mound free of its containment. Then he could only look at her, wondering if he’d ever seen a more beautiful woman—with her head thrown back, eyes wild, hair a tangled brown mass. Her lips were wet, her mouth open, and her full, gorgeous breast was topped by a puckered pink nipple that