He wound a hand in her hair and gave her a dark smile. "I want you to suck my cock."
She licked him again, dragging her tongue up his shaft before taking the head of it into her mouth. The low growl of pleasure that escaped from him made her even wetter, but she pulled back after a few teasing licks and bit his hip. Hard.
"I want you to fuck me until I'm yours."
Lars hooked his hands under her arms, yanked her to her feet, and tore open the bottom of her black silk teddy. "Against the wall?"
"Wherever you want," she countered, her heart pounding in her chest as she ripped open his shirt. Buttons flew everywhere, and she had her mouth on his chest before the last one pinged to the floor. She marked him with her teeth, moaning her satisfaction when she saw the bruise already forming on his skin.
Instinct overtook human emotions as she fisted her hand in his short hair and dragged his ear down to her lips. "If you fuck me until I'm yours, you're going to be mine. I don't share."
He turned them both around and pressed her to the wall by the door. He bent his head and inhaled, then whispered into her neck. "Says the woman who smells like another coyote."
Claire turned her head and nipped at his jaw. "I'm not yours, yet."
"Really?" He lifted her easily, supporting her weight with one arm around her waist and under her ass. He slipped his other hand between her legs and slid his fingers through the slick wetness coating her thigh. "You're a liar."
It was impossible for her not to thrust her hips at him or squirm in his grasp as his fingers teased just close enough to taunt her without sliding inside. "I'm a liar," she agreed. "After this, no one else. Not while we're together. If I smell another woman on you, I'll kick her ass."
He angled his hips under hers and thrust his cock into her with a low moan. "If I fuck around, you should kick my ass."
"You'd like it too much." Her retort died as he pushed all the way in, sliding home as if he belonged there. Claire scrambled to wrap her legs around his hips, groaning at how right he felt. "Fuck."
Lars caught the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder between his teeth, shifted his weight, and plunged into her. There was nothing hesitant or gentle about it, just a hard, driving pace that should have been too much, too soon.
Instead, she came with shocking suddenness, screaming wordlessly as her body clenched around his cock. Her head smashed into the wall, and she writhed through the pleasure that exploded from where their bodies crashed together.
He growled and raised his head, winding one hand into her hair to force her to look at him. "Again," he ordered, thrusting harder.
Claire whimpered and met his eyes, having to gasp her reply around panting breaths. "I-I can't again—not that f-fast—"
He captured her mouth with his, cutting off her protests and making her tense with desire. When he raised his head, he was panting. "Yeah, you can."
She seized his mouth, kissing him with wild abandon as the pressure inside her built again, slowly and inexorably. Tightening her legs around his waist changed the angle, sharpening it so his next thrust went even deeper.
A whimper escaped her and was swallowed by his mouth as he thrust his tongue against hers in a rough, possessive kiss. She tore her mouth away and pressed it to his cheek, teetering on the edge with release so close she could taste it.
The sharp bite of teeth sank into Claire’s bottom lip, followed by a soothing lick, and Lars whispered, "Mine."
She came for him again, as if on command, her body shuddering and pleasure thundering through her. She was barely aware of her fingernails digging into his shoulder or her teeth closing on his jaw; there was nothing but hot, blistering pleasure and the sounds and scents of pure sex.
He kept moving, pounding into her, until he finally froze. His breath feathered across her cheek as he shouted and then groaned, a harsh, sighing sound full of satisfaction and possession. "Mine," he said again, his teeth scraping her ear.
"Yours," she agreed in a hoarse voice. Limp and sated, she looped her arms around his neck and slumped forward against him, nuzzling her face into his throat until she smelled nothing but him. "How fast can you do it again?"
He shook his head, tightened his hands under her ass, and moved away from the wall. "I need a little time. I'm not one of those little high school boys you're used to." He looked around. "Bedroom?"
"End of the hall." She wrapped herself around his body and closed her eyes. "And I don’t do high school boys. Only college boys."
He snorted. "Same difference."
Which implied he was a long way from college aged. "Why? How old are you?"
He nudged open the bedroom door and withdrew from her body as he laid her down on the bed. "Just turned thirty-two."
"Oh." She squirmed over and lifted her still trembling fingers to tug at the ribbon that laced her teddy together at the top. "I think I'm done with the boys."
"You will be." Lars knelt over her, moved her hands, and pulled at the end of the ribbon. When the small, delicate knot fell apart, he loosened it and drew the silk off her shoulders. She shivered under his touch; her body was insatiable when it came to him. She wanted things she could barely describe, things impossible to put into words.
She was sure he knew how to do them all. Closing her eyes, she stretched her arms over her head with a satisfied hum. "I've never had orgasms so close together like that. You've made it happen twice."
He trailed his thumbs over her breasts and pulled the silk to her waist. "Can't you do it by yourself?"
He said it as if it should be easy. "I’ve never tried. Never spent a lot of time on self-exploration."
"Why not?" He bent his head and licked a circle around her navel. "How the hell are you going to tell a man how to get you off if you don't know yourself?"
Claire hissed out a breath and gripped the pillow above her head. "You don't seem to have a problem figuring it out."
That drew a pleased laugh from him. He edged the silk past her hips and tossed it on the floor. "Yeah, but I'm just that damn good."
She opened her eyes and found his face. Then she moved one hand down her body and slipped it between her legs, brushing a fingertip over her sensitive clit. "Maybe I should buy a book so I can catch up with you. Doesn't seem fair that you can get me off better than I can."
His eyes heated. He rose from the bed and shed his clothing. "You'll have to practice a lot."
Now seemed to be a good time to start. Without taking her eyes from his, she caught her lower lip between her teeth and spread her legs, giving him a perfect view as she stroked herself. Exhilaration filled her when she realized she was stone-cold sober and loving the living hell out of giving in to what felt good.
Maybe she didn't need moonshine after all.
Lars stared down at Claire, his skin tight and hot. He'd expected it to take some time for her to shed her inhibitions, but already she was giving in to her desires. Answering lust coursed through his veins. "What's in your nightstand? Anything naughty?"
Color flooded her cheeks, and she nodded. "I-I was at a bachelorette party and we all got these naughty sampler bags—"
"You get a vibrator?" He dropped his jeans on the floor.
Her eyes went even wider, and she nodded again.
He waited, then arched an eyebrow. "Get it out, Claire."
She jumped like a startled animal, looking a tiny bit scandalized before her surprise melted into an expression of anticipation. He heard her heart pounding in excitement as she scrambled onto her knees and crawled to the other side of the bed.
With a soft clatter and a few muffled curses, she dug through the drawer next to her bed. Finally, she rolled back over and dropped a slim, bright pink vibrator onto the mattress between them.