One Wilde Night. Rhonda Leah

earlier in the evening.

      The icy blue material clung to the swell of her breast in the humid air. Her slender shape was perfectly outlined by the thin fabric. His gaze was drawn to the tips of her toes painted the same color as her dress. She nudged one of her shoes with her toe, her shapely leg peeking out from under the hem. Her intelligent brown eyes sparkled with life and her pert nose rounded out her beautiful face.

       He wasn’t used to being caught up in some woman—more likely to bury himself in a good book. But this particular woman turned him on fiercely. The way she spoke, in soft southern tones like warm honey...he’d been a teenager the last time a woman’s voice had given him such a raging hard-on. His throbbing cock had dragged him outdoors behind her, then he’d given her a few minutes to settle before moving into her personal space.

      Never in his thirty-two years had he had a one-night stand. But if this night played out the way his body wanted, that’s exactly what he’d be having. Monday morning he would be back in Boston with finals to prepare and a decision to make. Tonight, he wanted to live a little.

      As if his hand had a mind of its own, his knuckles gently brushed across her sculpted cheekbone. Her chestnut hair was within reach, and overly tempting. He touched the silken strands, tucking it behind her ear, giving him a better view of her brilliant eyes. “Do you think it’s late enough to slip out of here? I mean the cake was cut. Duty over?”

      The smile she gave was like nothing he’d seen before, and his body shook in response. “Seems like a good time to me,” she said, turning her cheek toward his hovering hand.

      “Will anyone miss you if you don’t say good-bye?”

      “Not likely,” she said.

      “Me either. I assured Joey I’d find a ride back to the hotel.”

      Grabbing his hand, she stood. The electric shock of her touch was amazing. He watched as she smoothed the silky material of her pale blue dress with her other hand and slipped her sandals back on her feet.

      “My car’s up the hill,” she said. “Makes for a quick escape once the crowd settles in.” Pulling his hand, she urged him to stand.

      He shook his head at the crazy feelings swarming him. “Good plan. Does that mean you’ll take me to the hotel?”

      “Sure. Sounds great.”

      Instead of going back inside, she walked down the stone steps to a pier over the lake. The night air cracked and heat surged Tucker’s senses. It’d been years since he’d spent time outside in the Louisiana heat.

      “This way we don’t get tied up inside,” Tara said, a smile curving the corner of her mouth.

      In silence, he followed her across the pier to a beaten path. At the top of the hill she pulled back a limb and Tucker saw the street. She led him to a red ’66 Mustang convertible, and he couldn’t imagine her driving anything else. The car fit her as well as the slip of a dress.

      He groaned, and she stopped, stood staring at him. “Great car,” he said, giving a small shrug. Maybe she’d believe him. It was a great car. “I have a black ’65 back in Boston.”

      “I wouldn’t have figured you for a car guy.”

      He held his hands out. “I’m not, I just have a soft spot for a good Mustang.”

      She shook her head, laughing, and walked to the driver’s side. His long legs were good for something—upping his step, he beat her to the car door, blocking entry.

      She gave him a sultry, questioning look from under dark lashes. Tucker bent his head and claimed her mouth. Her soft lips tasted like heaven. Needing more, he pressed. She complied, opening her lush lips at his slight urging, rocked against him, but he stilled her with a hand to her waist. Her arms came around his neck, and her fingers dug into his hair. His hips bucked in response, holding her against the car.

      She had to feel his cock pulsing. It seemed to encourage, not frighten her, which was a good thing. Because he was damn close to climaxing, kissing this woman, he reached for the door handle. He felt like a randy teenager. “Where would you like to go? You must know the area.”

      A dazed look widened her beautiful eyes. “Are you in a rush to get back to the hotel?”

      The only place he was in ‘a rush to get’ was inside her. He shook his head. “I’ve got all night. I’m yours.”

      “Umm... Get in.”

      When the car pulled away from the curb, the wind hit his face. He took a deep breath.

      “I’ve got an idea. Just hold tight,” she said, shooting him a shaky grin.

      Before he’d cleared his head, she was pulling down an unlit gravel road. When the car stopped, they were overlooking the lake again, but from a place where they couldn’t be seen except maybe by a boat. The moon lit the area with a hazy glow. Threads of light sparkled, cutting through the clouds and dancing across the surface of the lake.

      Tara was in his lap before he’d realized she’d even unbuckled. Her hand snaked down his side, and then his seat reclined, pulling a gasp from him. She straddled his hips, and all he could think about was being buried inside the wild woman.

      “This’ll do,” she said, “for now.”

      Tucker had never been a man who had to be in charge in the bedroom, and with this enticing woman it appeared to be a good thing.

      Her lips found his and she loosened his tie, sucked, stroked his tongue with hers. His hips mimicked the motion of their mouths. The silky dress was bunched around her firm thighs, and he could see the tops of her sexy thigh-high stockings. His fingers were drawn there. Her muscles quivered under his touch.

      He slid his hands up her heated skin and came in contact with damp curls, and caught his breath. His body quaked, and lowering her bottom, she encouraged his touch. He slid one finger along her opening, relishing in the moisture he felt there, then applied slight pressure to her clit. She rubbed against his hand, and tension built all the while she was making love to his mouth like no woman had ever done. One finger in the heat of her pussy, and her inner muscles throbbed for release. He eased in another finger, and she sighed.

      She was wild. On fire. And for the first time in ages, so was he.

      She slipped her small hand between them, and he waited for her touch on his aching cock, but her hand covered his, her hips rocked against his hand and showed him want she wanted. Another finger buried deep inside her. Tremors started. Her muscles quickened, clenched his hand so tight he ached to sink into in her. Slowly, steadily he stroked her clit with his thumb, thrusting his fingers in and out as she ground her wanton body over his.

      A long moan signaled her release, sounding like something he’d only imagined in his dreams. A woman who knew what she wanted and took it.

      Tara settled on his lap, the reality of a temporarily sated woman shining on her face. She leaned in and kissed him, stroked the side of his face with her fingertips. He heard her say something softly, but couldn’t make it out.

      * * * *

      Tara felt more relaxed than she had in months. Biting on her bottom lip, she hummed. “It’s your turn.”

      Needing a taste of him badly, she licked her lips. Before Tucker could move, she maneuvered around and slid between his hard thighs, dared another look into those intense eyes.

      He had one rock hard body under his designer suit. She loved a man who took care of himself, and he hadn’t gotten those muscles from standing in front of a classroom. There was only one muscle she wanted to think about right now. With his belt undone and the zipper perched below the head of his cock, she slowly lowered her mouth to entice him.

      His moan of pleasure washed over her.

      He’d handled her problem for now. And if this moment was all they ended up with, she’d make sure he wouldn’t forget it anytime soon. When she opened his waistband, lowered