Page 12 of The Wanderer

His eyes widened in surprise, with a healthy dose of respect for her brazenness thrown in. "Are you saying—"

"Time for you to show me exactly how impolite you can be." She stood and grabbed his hand before she could second-guess this crazy impulse. Her heart jackhammered at the thought of having sex in public, a potent mix of excitement and panic at the thought of being discovered. But she couldn’t walk away from him now, not when she craved him so badly she trembled.

He scrambled to his feet so fast they collided and she would've stumbled if he hadn't steadied her, bringing her flush against that gloriously muscular chest. She rested her palm against it, over his heart, the racing thud matching hers.

His eyes blazed a scorching indigo. "You strike me as a hearts and flowers kind of girl. You sure you want this?"

Her palm slid up to rest on his shoulder, an anchor for the out of control lust slamming through her. "I thank you for being a gentleman and giving me an out, but I've never been surer of anything. I want you. Inside me. Touching me. I want…it all."

Saying it made her want to writhe against him and she gritted her teeth against the urge to squirm.

Doubt clouded his eyes as he gave a little shake of his head. "You deserve satin sheets, not a graffiti covered wall at your back."

"I deserve…this." She slid her free hand beneath their bodies and cupped him, vindicated when he groaned.

No one told her what she wanted, not anymore. Taking back control of her life involved more than moving a million miles from home five years ago. Her independence stretched to knowing exactly what she wanted.

Right now, she wanted Logan.

After what seemed like an eternity he nodded and tightened his grip on her hand. "Let's go."

Chapter Seven

Logan didn't break stride as he wound his way through the pub towards the back exit.

He should stop this madness, despite Hope’s bold assertion. But he had as much hope of reining in his rampant libido as he did of staying in one city: absolutely none.

He'd had his fair share of women, some who wore their sexuality more overtly than Hope. But he'd never had any of them articulate so precisely what they wanted.

"I want you. Inside me. Touching me. I want…it all."

Fuck, her cultured voice reverberated through his head.

She wanted it all? He'd give it to her.

He understood. She wanted one fast fuck with a guy the opposite of her. The princess slumming it with the fabled bad boy. Her walk on the wild side. Opposites attracting and all that crap.

He'd been intent on shocking her, throwing out that comment about alley sex as a challenge.

He'd never expected her to accept.

When they reached the door that opened into the alley, he gave her one last chance to back out.

"Once we go out there, it's game on," he said, tugging her flush against him and grinding his cock to her pelvis.

Defiant, she tilted her head back and their gazes locked. Her eyes glowed in the wan light cast from a single globe hanging from the ceiling and he saw her desire matched his.

"Bring it on," she said, pushing him at the same time so that his butt hit the door and he backed through it.

Having her take control was a huge fucking turn on and he grinned for the hell of it when she shoved him a tad hard against the wall and the back of his head clunked.

"Shit, I'm sorry," she said, her stricken expression making him laugh.

"Babe, I'm fine." He knocked on the top of his head. "This one's as hard as the one in my pants."

Her face cleared and she managed a rueful chuckle. "I'm so bad at this."

"No, you're not. You're refined and cultured and not used to being corrupted by a horny tradesman with one thing on his mind."

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