Wicked Intentions by Linda Verji

tweaking her clit.
    His touch was as deliberate as it was expert. It wove a spell of desire in her that had the fireworks going off. But those fireworks were nothing compared to the storm that built when he pressed one finger into her. Shakira tore her lips from his, tucking her head into his shoulder as she reveled in the sensations of his finger plunging in and out of her.
    Her body was one large nerve attuned only to Nathan and the things he was doing to her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as he fingered her and she dug her own digits into the soft fabric covering his shoulders struggling to hold on but it was all in vain. One more rhythmic in and out plunge of his finger and she fractured in a powerful climax.
    “I need to get you in the house,” his gravelly voice cut into her ragged and shallow breathing.
    Shakira had no idea a man could move that fast. She barely had any time to catch her breath before Nathan was out of the car and striding towards her side of the car. She took his hand willingly as he helped her exit the car. The blast of icy cold air that hit her was almost enough to force common sense back into her – almost. Even if she would have wanted to think clearly – which she didn’t – Nathan’s fast steps up the stairs would’ve prevented it.
    He didn’t even bother switching on the lights. The moment the door closed behind them, he had her pressed up against the hard wood and her thighs grasping his flunks.
    “You taste so good,” he whispered in between fiery kisses. Shakira wanted to tell him that he did too but she’d never been much of a bedroom talker. She answered him by cupping his jaws and swooping in for another kiss. He massaged her ass pushing up the skirt of her dress with each stroke until all that was left between them were his jeans.
    He growled throatily when she pressed her naked pussy against his clothed cock. The sound of zipper lowering and latex rustling punctuated their hushed breathing. It was only when Shakira felt the blunt head of his dick pushing against her entrance that she realized what was going on. Her first instinct was to drop her legs but the immediate tingling that soared through her body was enough to keep her in his arms.
    “Shit.” His pushing in was as insistent as his tongue seeking entrance into her mouth. His grip on her thighs was firm as was the rod slowly making its way into her cavern.
    It felt so good.
    He felt so good.
    Her walls gripped and massaged him urging him deeper into her. His entrance almost seemed never-ending and when his pelvis finally touched hers, she let out a whoosh of breath that was abruptly cut off when he slid out then plunged in. Hard.
    “Nathan!” her scream was unintentional as it was strange.
    He chuckled then did it again
    “Oh. Oh. O…” her mouth stayed open as she silently screamed with each hard deep plunge. The world stopped on its axis, the hard wood pressing into her back disappeared and all that remained was the hard man holding her, surrounding her, in her.
    “Fuck,” he groaned as his lips met hers in a punishing kiss to match his deep strokes inside her. The tension in Shakira built up as the ride overwhelmed her. Heat curled up in the pit of her stomach and her pussy contracted around him.
    “Nathan,” she whimpered as the sharp wave of her orgasm hit her. He continued driving in and out of her until he reached his own peak. He came with a groan.
    For a moment they just stood there with him holding her up against the door and still inside her. Shakira tucked her head into his shoulder taking deep breaths tinged with his masculine scent. The angel inside her shook its head while the devil inside her crowed.
    Being bad for one night was worth it, wasn’t it?
     
     
    Early dawn caught Shakira creeping around the bedroom picking up her clothes. She didn’t know what the protocol was for waking up after a one-night stand and she sure as hell wasn’t staying to find out. The soft sun rays