His kiss is deep, frantic. He’s trying to drink me in, to make me his.
I gasp as he slides his hands under my shirt, the heat of his palms burning my skin. He groans into my mouth when I pull at his shirt, eager to feel the hard, warm muscle beneath. The desire is so thick it’s suffocating.
Every part of me is screaming for more.
“Clint…” I breathe, pulling away just long enough to meet his eyes.
There’s no doubt in my mind. I need him. Now.
He doesn’t hesitate. In one swift motion, he lifts me off the ground, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, and takes me to the back alley where, hopefully, no one can see us.
Not that I’m really worried about being caught right now.
His lips move to my neck, sucking, kissing, and biting in all the right places. I can’t help the moan that escapes me, my body reacting to him before I can think about it. The roughness in his touch, the desperation in his movements—it drives me wild.
His hands travel down my back before finding the zipper of my jeans. He works it down slowly, and I shiver in anticipation, my breath catching in my throat.
The pulse between my legs is aching, desperate for him.
“No turning back now,” he murmurs against my skin, his fingers hooking the waistband of my panties, dragging them down with impatient hands.
I’m trembling. Both with excitement and with the thrill of the forbidden, the danger of being exposed, even if nobody’s around.
He reaches for the button of his jeans, his eyes never leaving mine, his movements tantalizing but frantic all at once.
I hear the faint sound of his zipper, the rasp of fabric sliding against skin, and then he’s free, his cock hot and hard, pressing against my thigh.
My breath hitches in my chest, a mix of fear and want, and before I can think, I’m pulling him closer, guiding him toward me. Clint’s body presses into mine as I wrap my legs around his waist again, and I can’t hold back the gasp that slips from my lips as he enters me.
His pace is rough, unrelenting. The sensation of his cock filling me, the feel of his strong hands gripping my hips as he pounds into me against the wall. It’s overwhelming.
My head falls back against the cold stone, my hands scrabbling for purchase on his shoulders as he moves inside me with purpose.
The adrenaline surges. Every nerve is on fire.
The risk of getting caught, of being exposed, makes it wilder, the danger heightening the pleasure. Every muffled groan, everyragged breath between us seems louder in the dark alley, and I know we’re on the edge.
I feel him shift, his hands guiding me as he thrusts deeper, harder, the friction sending shocks of pleasure coursing through me. He’s ruthless in his pursuit of me, and I can’t get enough.
There’s no room for hesitation or doubt. No room for anything but him.
The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes in the alley, and I can feel my climax building, a spring ready to snap.
Clint’s lips are on mine again, silencing any sound that threatens to escape. His tongue pushes into my mouth as his body forces mine to surrender, to take whatever he’s willing to give.
His growl against my lips sends me over the edge, and I come undone, my body shaking violently as I finally let go.
Clint follows me, his body stiffening as he grunts, a low, guttural sound that tells me he’s just as far gone as I am. His grip tightens on me, his thrusts faltering. He reaches his peak, his hot release filling me.
For a moment, everything is still. Our breaths are ragged in the quiet of the alley, the world beyond us faded, distant. We’re leaning against each other, sweat slicked and breathless, but we can’t stop grinning, the wildness of what we’ve just done still thrumming through our veins.
Holy shit.
I did not expect tonight to go this way. But I sure am glad it did.
CHAPTER ONE
Dakota
