Wicked. Tori Carrington

urge to tuck a windblown strand of her dark blond hair back behind her ear. But mostly because he was afraid where the itchy appendage might roam from there. More specifically down the line of her intriguing back to her nicely rounded bottom, which might make it necessary for him to usher her straight into his condo and the bed therein.

      But while he couldn’t touch her, he could look at her. And what a feast for the eyes she provided, too.

      He cleared his throat. “And your reason for wanting to avoid me?”

      She smiled. “Oh, pretty much the same. The resident.”

      He chuckled softly at that one. “You’re avoiding me because I’m dating someone else?”

      “Mmm-hmm. Why do you sound so surprised?”

      “Because that doesn’t strike me as something you’d do.”

      The pathway wasn’t disappearing under his feet at the quick rate he’d like it to. But the building was finally coming up. Thank God. He honestly didn’t know how long he could withstand such a strong dose of temptation incarnate without succumbing to it.

      “How so?” she asked.

      He shrugged. “I don’t know. You seem like the type that when she wants something, she takes it.”

      “Funny,” she said for the second time in so many minutes. “You strike me as the same.”

      He looked at her. Really looked at her. At the appealing shape of her mouth. The openness of her attractive face. The wanton invitation right there in her creamy-green eyes and said, “Your place or mine?”

      Without batting an eye she said, “Yours, definitely.”

      IF THE HUNGER RAGING through Renae’s body had been for food, she would have devoured an entire buffet.

      No sooner had the door to Will’s condo closed behind them than they were going at it like a couple of sex-starved teenagers, all groping hands and wild hormones. Her plastic-protected costume dropped to the floor along with her purse even as Will yanked up the hem of her T-shirt and cupped her breasts.

      “Ouch,” she said when he squeezed a little too tightly.

      “Sorry.”

      The pressure quickly turned pleasurable. Meanwhile, she tugged his shirt out of the waist of his jeans and flattened her palms against the rock-hard length of his abs. When she suddenly shifted her head to the right, she made solid contact with his nose.

      “Ouch,” he said.

      “Sorry.”

      Quickly their clothes dropped away to the sound of zippers being undone and fabric seams being ripped. Renae couldn’t seem to get enough of him. From his arms to his back to his hotly throbbing erection, her fingers moved, her blood surging through her veins, her breath coming in rapid gasps.

      Finally his fingers found her heat, burrowing through her tight curls then coming to rest against her swollen folds. She shivered, so close to climax that she surprised even herself. She bit down on her bottom lip as he parted her engorged flesh then slid a finger up her dripping channel then drew it back out. She started trembling so badly she nearly couldn’t hold herself upright.

      Oh, yes. This was everything and more than she’d hoped—she’d feared—it would be with the sexy doc.

      “The bedroom’s this way,” he said unnecessarily as he turned her while barely breaking the contact of their mouths, bumping her nose in much the same way she’d bumped his moments earlier. Walking backward was awkward at best, especially given the liquid consistency of her knees just then. She bumped into a couch—white leather—then nearly toppled over a plant stand—white lacquer—before her back hit the doorjamb that led to the bedroom beyond.

      They fell to the bed in a jumble of elbows and knees. Renae’s breath rushed from her lungs at the feel of Will’s elbow in her stomach and he made a low sound of warning and she looked down to find her knee a millimeter away from not only ruining the moment, but the entire lifespan of Will’s sex life.

      “Hold on…a sec,” she whispered, working her leg out from in between his and bending it instead around his thigh. Then she removed his elbow from her stomach and lay back, licking her lips in anticipation. “Now, where were we?”

      She watched his blue eyes darken and heard an almost animal-like growl emit from his throat as he launched a fresh attack on her mouth. Renae curved up into him, relishing the rasp of his lightly hair-covered chest against her smooth breasts. It had been a long time since she’d felt so out of her mind with need that she burned from the inside out. And Will was the only one with enough hose to put out the fire.

      She kissed him several times then drew away so she could look at where his erection was pressed against her lower belly. She swallowed hard. And oh what a hose it was, too.

      “Condom,” she whispered urgently, taking his impressive length in her hands and stroking him.

      He shuddered. “In the drawer to your right. Yes, right there.”

      Renae pulled out a matchbook promoting a nearby bar, a pen, then found what she was looking for. She opened the foil package with her teeth then rolled the cool, lubricated latex down his length, hoping it wouldn’t roll right back off because of his considerable girth. The scent of rubber and of hot arousal filled her senses as her fingers finally met with his scrotum. She gave the hair-covered globes a leisurely, explorative squeeze then spread her legs farther and positioned him against her waiting flesh.

      Yes…oh, yes.

      He bent down and kissed her and she restlessly moved against him, trying to force penetration even as his tongue swirled around in her mouth. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, reveling in the flames seeming to lick along her skin to join the inferno between her legs. Will pulled her right nipple deep into his mouth and she moaned, throwing her head back against the white comforter—was everything in his place white?—and jutting her hips up hungrily toward his.

      “Please,” she pleaded, seeking the connection he was slow in giving to her.

      Finally he parted her slick flesh, positioned himself against her portal, then sank in to the hilt, filling her beyond capacity. Filling her beyond her wildest imagination.

      And finishing before they had even begun.

      4

      SWEET GOD IN HEAVEN…

      Will’s body finally stopped twitching and convulsing and he froze above Renae feeling a mortification he had never encountered before in his life.

      There was no playing off what had happened. No pretending that the instant he had entered her he’d climaxed as fast as a thirteen-year-old who’d paid for the pleasure. Even as he called on every ounce of willpower he possessed to prevent it from happening, Big Ben quickly turned into Little Willy.

      And Renae was making movements for him to get off.

      Will rolled to the side and lay on his back staring at the ceiling. “Well, that was certainly unfortunate now, wasn’t it?”

      He saw it as a good sign that she hadn’t immediately gotten up, put on her clothes and left without a word. He heard her head turn against the bedding as she looked at him. “Anticlimactic would have been my choice of words.”

      He looked at her, unable to stop the grin that threatened. “Well, for one of us anyway.”

      She began getting up and he gently grasped her arm and held her in place.

      “Sorry. Bad attempt at humor.” He fought to catch the last of his breath. “Give me a moment, will you? I can’t possibly let you leave after putting in the worst performance of my life.” He swallowed hard. “God, I haven’t come that quickly since…well, never.” He looked at her. “At least not since I was six and first discovered my penis was capable of providing pleasure.”

      “Six?”