She stared down at Darius, the coldness at her back forgotten as she saw his eyes closed in ecstasy, his mouth buried against her flesh. He nipped and sucked at her clit and she grasped his head, running her fingers through his soft hair to urge him on. She had never before been so on fire, so totally lost in another.
Nothing mattered but the inferno Darius stoked, the utter rapture that she knew waited just beyond her reach.
So close to the edge, on the verge of climax, and he stopped. “Darius, please,” she gasped, desperately needing to come. But the primal look in his eyes froze her. He looked almost inhuman, his eyes glittering with a strange red light reminiscent of her dream.
In a blur he rose to his feet and caught her in his arms. He lifted her off her feet, positioned himself between her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist. Moaning softly, she closed her eyes when she felt his lips pulling on her nipple.
She pushed against him, arching her hips, and was rewarded when she felt the head of his massive penis pressing into her. So slick with need, she accommodated him easily until she realised she had only taken a part of him.
He moved slowly, as if waiting for her to see him. Glancing into his eyes, she mouthed, “yes” before sealing their lips together. He began thrusting his tongue into her mouth, over and over as he pushed further into her core.
Stretched and filled more than she could have imagined, she moaned into his mouth as he fully slid inside her. He stilled for a minute, letting her feel all of him. But her body was on fire. Nothing and no one existed save Darius and the way he made her feel.
Pressing back against the wall to ease his intrusion, she suddenly shoved forward again, rocking her hips against him in hopes of regaining the delicious friction of his arousal pulsing within her.
He groaned and began thrusting, mimicking the action with his tongue. A wave of intense heat surrounded them, shimmering around Samantha like part of a dream. It was too intense, too encompassing to be real, but she was too far gone to care.
His groin rubbed her clit as he pounded into her, his thrusts deeper as he increased the tempo and intensity.
He broke from her mouth as he thrust, staring into her eyes. “Come around me, my fire, take all of me,” he said thickly.
Samantha could only hold on as her body suddenly exploded. Staring into his fathomless eyes, she climaxed violently, clutching at him as her body shook.
“Samantha,” he groaned as he thrust one last time, deep and hard. He stilled and shuddered, and she could actually feel him spurting inside her. Like the ripples of an aftershock, his orgasm enhanced her own, making her squeeze him tighter until they were both utterly spent.
For timeless moments they stayed that way, his heavy body leaning against her, pinning her to the wall while he pulsed inside her, drenching her womb with warm, wet seed.
Samantha finally caught her breath, aware now of the coldness against her back, of the trickle of moisture sliding down her legs. His laboured breathing calmed as they stood together, and he slowly withdrew. She closed her eyes, already missing his presence within her. When she opened her eyes, it was to find him staring at her with an indiscernible expression, the same expression he’d had when they’d first met.
Last night.
In a flash, reality crashed over her. She had just had sex, no, make that incredible, mind-blowing sex, with Darius Storm, a man who only hours earlier had broken some other woman’s heart.
The wetness between her thighs startled her further.
She couldn’t believe she’d been so stupid to have had unprotected sex with a stranger. Even with Josh she’d always insisted he use a condom.
Confused and more than a little frightened of her intense reaction to the dark-haired sex magnet staring at her, she swallowed loudly, not sure of what to say.
He frowned at her, studying her like a puzzle. Yet he didn’t speak. The silence soon became awkward and her nudity embarrassing. As the ugliness of reality returned, she wondered how much time had passed, if anyone had ventured down to the basement and seen them having sex.
Oh Lord.
“No one saw anything,” Darius said in a low voice. He continued to stare at her. “We are completely alone.”
She chanced a look at him and saw to her amazement he had grown hard again. Distracted, she finally assuaged her curiosity and saw him fully nude for the first time.
The image was breathtaking.
Broad shouldered and heavily muscled, from his chest to his thighs to his calves, Darius looked like male perfection. His penis was huge, thick and long, glistening with her juices, making him all the more enticing.
He obviously wanted her again, and to her amazement she felt her loins pool with desire, but she shook her head. She’d already made a huge mistake having sex with him while at work. Why compound the error?
“We need to get back,” she said, wetting her dry lips with her tongue. He followed the action like a snake about to strike. All too easily she envisioned him plastering his mouth to hers, swallowing her cries of passion as he licked and stroked her mouth.
She blinked to gather her thoughts and realised in her gross ogling that she had yet to put on any clothes.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she murmured as she hurried to gather and don what clothes she could find. Talk about sizzling passion. Darius had thrown her clothes everywhere, and the lack of lighting in the basement didn’t help matters.
A flare of light above her suddenly illuminated her search and she froze, thinking they’d been discovered.
“It’s just me,” Darius said quietly. “I see some of your clothes over there.”
She quickly grabbed them and threw them on, then slipped into her shoes. I can’t believe I just had earth-shattering sex with Darius Storm. She risked a glance in his direction and saw him completely dressed, his gaze resting on her questioningly.
As she straightened, she cringed to feel her underwear clinging to her. He came inside me. Panic set in as fears assaulted her. What the hell was I thinking?
Darius’ lips turned up at the corners. “I have no sexual dysfunction.”
“What?” she asked blankly.
“I am not diseased. And you don’t need to worry about babies.”
She stared at him slack jawed. Was he reading her mind? His eyes twinkled as if in humour, dark black and perfectly normal, and her confusion melted into renewed desire. Desperate to escape before she repeated her mistake, she stood to her full height and forced herself to give him a tepid glance. Best to end things on her terms before he crushed her dignity. Besides, this way she could walk away, or rather run, to gather what little control she thought she possessed.
“It’s been fun, Darius. Incredible, really,” she added with a small, bland smile, her emotions a mess. She could only be glad she sounded convincing for he frowned. “But I’ve got work to do upstairs. Thanks for…everything.”
She turned her back on him and struggled to unlock the wheels of the dolly. When he reached around her she tensed, but he only depressed the locked latch, freeing her to move. Releasing a pent-up breath, she pushed the mound of liquor onto the freight elevator.
Casually turning to press the elevator release, she couldn’t help looking at him. Unspeaking, they stared at one another until the elevator engaged and she could no longer see him. Once out of his sight she slumped against the wall, her emotions making fireworks inside her heart.