But even if she did, she wouldn’t stop. Let them sound. Let them ring.

They didn’t even make it to the bed.

There was no point.

Beds were for the next time. For all-night sessions. For lovers that had been together before. For this? The first time called for the wall, because they couldn’t wait. He’d been hard since she sat down at the bar, that hot body taunting him in her sexy outfit that she didn’t even realize was sexy. Or hell, maybe she did.

As the door clanged shut, he backed her up against the wall, reached his hand behind her head, and unclipped her hair. Her soft brown hair spilled onto her shoulders and over his fingers.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her hair that smelled like jasmine. “Can I call you beautiful?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Then stand with your feet spread, beautiful, and rock your sweet little body into my mouth,” he told her, her eyes widening with both surprise and lust as he bent down, kneeling, and pushed up her skirt in seconds. “I have to taste you.”

“Don’t let me stop you,” she said, her lips curling up, and he liked that she was so quick to talk back. A naughty one. A woman unafraid to speak her mind. He reached for her panties—black lace—and brought them down to her knees, then leaned in. He was dying to run his tongue along that enticing seam of her pussy lips. Spread them open and let her wetness flood his mouth. But first he wanted to inhale her scent, so he ran his nose along her thighs, feeling her quiver against his cheek.

“You smell so fucking good,” he said roughly.

“Oh, God,” she panted. He looked up and watched her as her head fell back against the wall. He hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was already grasping for his hair, trying to draw him near. Heat tore through him at her reaction, and he buzzed his lips and nose closer to her delicious center, breathing in her sexiness, inhaling her arousal.

The scent of her desire shot through him like an earthquake rumbling across the land. He pressed one soft kiss against her swollen clit, and she gasped. “Please,” she cried out, her voice ragged as it turned from sexy banter to bare need.

“Oh, beautiful, you make me want to tease you,” he said, brushing his lips against her inner thighs, her wetness covering his stubbled jawline. Perfect. “You make me want to make you beg for it when you say that word.”

“Please don’t make me beg,” she said, gripping his hair.

“I won’t tonight, even though it drives me wild when you say please.”

“Touch me. Just touch me,” she said, panting now. The need from her was so intense it tore through him, lust spreading across every inch of his body.

But he couldn’t resist the game. “Tell me what you want,” he said, making it clear this was an order. “Say it. Tell me where you want my mouth right now.”