He was right. He didn’t fuck her properly. Not one bit. Everything about the way he lifted her skirt and pressed a strong hand on her back, pushing her forward and forcing her to grasp the railing even harder, was thoroughly improper.

Rough. Demanding. Confident.

So was the slap on her ass and the bite on her shoulder blade—oh, the sweet sting of that bite, sure to leave marks. Then there was the way he shifted gears, running his hands down her back, layering kisses along her spine. As if he relished the transition from rough to tender.

“Now that I’ve won you, I’m going to have you,” he said in a hungry voice.

He palmed her ass, digging his thumbs into her cheeks and spreading her open. For the briefest of moments, she tensed. He wasn’t going to do that now, was he?

“Like that,” he said, his voice a rumble against her ear. “I want you like that. Nice and open for me.”

A shot of worry torqued through her. How far would he go? How much did he want from her? But the worry was less about him, and more about her. Everything he’d done so far was like a sensual reawakening. A reminder of the kind of sex she wanted to have. Earth-shattering. Mind-blowing. Pleasure beyond her fantasies. As she bowed her back, her hips high in the air, she couldn’t have felt more exposed even though she was half-dressed.

“Close your eyes,” he told her, and she trembled, but obeyed.

“They’re closed,” she whispered. She heard him open a condom, then there was a pause as he rolled it on. Off in the distance, a horn honked, and a car somewhere slammed on its brakes. A night breeze gusted by, kicking up her skirt even higher. She shivered from the momentary chill. Everything sounded and felt more intense with her eyes closed.

Especially the anticipation.

She waited for him.

For his next move.

His next touch.

His next order.

Then, she felt him, rubbing the head of his cock between her legs.

The first touch undid her. Like an unraveling. She wanted him so badly, so much, that her body was a beacon for him. She was aching to be filled. Mercilessly, he refused her wishes, her attempts to draw him in. He teased her. Taunted her. Giving her the barest taste of what his fantastic length would do this time. She couldn’t bear to wait any longer.

“Please,” she said, her voice a beg, and she didn’t fucking care.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“How? How do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, buzzing his soft lips over her shoulder blade, as his hand moved up to her throat. He ran his thumb across her collarbone. Heat blasted through her. Like a powerful force of nature, swallowing her up, enveloping her in nothing but raw, unabated desire. He rubbed his steely length along her sex, hitting her clit once more. The world around her was black and fuzzy, noise and haze. There was only this. Pure physicality. Unadulterated need. “How?” he asked again, demanding an answer.