Inside the Lines: Without a Trace series, a contemporary erotic romance novel by Ally Bishop

for our room. We’re barely in the door when he pulls me to him, mouth hot on my neck. The door closes of its own accord as we stumble into the interior. He lifts me, settling me around his waist, and I can feel his cock pressing against me through the layers of clothing. Definitely too much clothing.
    “I want to fuck you, and in order to do that, you need to undress.”
    He smiles, clearly turned on by my directness. Putting me down, he removes his clothing in impressive time. I shed mine as well, down to my matching red panties and bra. He pulls a condom out of his wallet, and I nod my approval.
    “Sit.”
    His lips twitch with amusement, but he complies. I straddle him, and he surprises me by leaning back a bit, so I don’t have access to his mouth.
    “Ye’re beautiful, Lux, truly.” He runs a finger over my collarbone, then draws it down between my breasts. “And soft.” He exchanges his finger for his mouth, the heat of his breath stealing my own. He nudges my breast from its confinement, and his teeth encircle the tip, driving the edge of pain and pleasure.
    When his hand travels my thigh, seeking my core, I drop my head back in anticipation, even though I haven’t given an order or permission. Inside, a voice screams that I should take control back, but for the moment, as his fingers move my panties aside and tease the sensitive skin, I don’t care. At some point, he removes my bra and tortures my other breast as his finger slips inside me, his thumb vibrating against my clit.
    “Let me hear ye come, love,” he says softly as he presses kisses against the hollow of my neck.
    I nearly come apart with my orgasm, the sensation breaking over my skin like needles of pleasure. I grip his shoulders as he doesn’t let up, forcing me into an even greater high as another wave rocks my core.
    Curled against him, I try to get my bearing once my breath stabilizes. His arms surround me, his fingers stroking my skin. I’m out of my element, confused by how intense the experience was, so I fill the moment with my mouth on his, my hands deep in his hair, gripping. He submits easily, even when I push him down to the bed, grinding against his hard cock, satin panties all that separate us. I devour his lips, stopping only to reach for the condom and remove my panties. I feather my fingers over his sensitive underside, admiring the size of him.
    He grips the sheets. “Jesus,” he exhales as I bend close to his cock, blowing gently over the silken skin.
    I slide down on him, my hyper-sensitive nerve endings colliding as his cock fills me. He sucks in a breath, eyes closed, as I gently rock my hips, easing his full length inside. Containing my response becomes challenging as he grips my hips, so I lace my fingers through his and confine them above his head. He tries to kiss me, but I hover over him, my hair creating a veil around his face. I meet his gaze with a challenge in my own. As though understanding my desire without a word, he begins to thrust deep, the size of him stretching me as the delicious friction increases. A moan escapes my control, and I have to close my eyes as expanding sensations overwhelm me.
    My hands tighten around his, and I meet his rhythm with my own until the explosion of pleasure destroys all attempts at restraint. He quakes beneath me moments later, groaning into my hair. I collapse beside him, both of us spent.

    “So, that was…something.”
    We’re lying in bed, doing something I rarely do: cuddle. Or at least, I struggle with it, because it doesn’t come easily to me. In this man’s arms, it feels…good. Perhaps even right, though I’d be hard-pressed to say that out loud. I’ve just met him, after all, and there’s every chance he’ll head home, and I’ll never see him again.
    I brush a finger over the light smattering of ginger-colored curls across his chest. “Aye, it was.” I try to mimic his accent, but it’s a horrible attempt, and we both end up laughing.
    “Can I ask