Page 11 of Unlikely Match

I gasp, clutching him against me as he bites and sucks until he's left a small mark on the side of my neck. He groans, hands tightening, fingers pressing against my skin. The second he leans back, I take the shot.

"Let me guess – the caption's 'Help, he's turning into a vampire'?"

"Not quite." He watches me type. "Still locked in the basement of the bar. Finding ways to keep busy. Only so much to do here in the near dark."

Alex laughs when I add the hashtags #SaveCouple68 and #DontReallyWantToLeave.

"Why don't you look up how we're doing on that leaderboard?" he asks. "I'd like to know whether I'm snuggling with a winner."

As I check the site, holding the phone so he can see as well, his hands slide forward, up my ribs. "Wow. The top three are really close."

A sporty dark-haired couple is in first place, we're in second, and the denim couple is in third. "I guess we're kind of winners?" I laugh.

He plucks the phone from my hand, dropping it into my purse. "I was a winner from the first second I saw you." His hand slips into the front of my dress again, squeezing my sensitive skin gently, in contrast to the rough, possessive way he overtakes my lips.

My breathy moan seems to encourage him, as my dress suddenly hitches up quite a bit. "I need to get you home to my bed," he groans. "Can you feel how hungry you make me?"

A deep shudder runs through me at the thought of him literally eating me alive. "We're pretty alone here," I gasp.

"You're right. To hell with it."

His head dips, sucking my nipple into his mouth as I clutch at him desperately. How far is he willing to go here? How far am I? That's not even a question. I don't want him to stop. Not ever. I don't care that we've just met, under bizarre circumstances. Everything about Alex feels right.

A tiny nagging voice in the back of my mind questions whether I could really be with him long term. He's a businessman. He clearly has his reputation to think about, and employees to deal with. I'm just some wannabe artist and part-time nanny.

Well, if tonight is all we have, I want to make the very most of it.

I shriek when Alex lifts me onto an empty shelf that's nearly at the height of his shoulders. He sets my left hand on the edge of the next shelf. "Hold onto that."

Looking me in the eye, his smile is almost wicked. "I need to taste you, beautiful. Say yes." His voice has become darker, sending another round of shivers through me.

"Yes."

We awkwardly slip my leggings and panties off from under my dress. I stuff the leggings into my bag, and he jams my panties into his pocket. Then he drapes my left leg over his shoulder and hikes up my skirt. He moves his phone closer, using the glow of the screen to examine every inch of my open pussy. I'm wet. Swollen. Needy. Like if he doesn't touch me some more right away, I'm going to implode.

"Gorgeous," he breathes. "Every single inch of you." He sets the phone aside on the next shelf.

His hand slides up my thighs, then his thumbs brush me gently open. Can he tell that I'm a virgin? I don't know if guys have that kind of radar.

His fingertips are gentle as they spread me open, trace around my clit, then run straight through my center. "Don't fall." His low voice is gravel and smoke. "Hold onto me if you need to."

He leans in, licking a slow, lazy line up my slit, sending fire through my veins.

"Delicious," Alex mumbles, nudging his tongue inside me as my hips shift on the shelf. I hear a couple of liquor bottles clink beside me. "Stay still. Just relax and come on my tongue, baby."

Why does it drive me wild when he calls me that? Or whenever he says anything dirty?

As soon as my breath becomes ragged, his mouth crushes against my wet skin. Every kiss, every plunge of his tongue, fills me with pulses of heat. My nails rake up and down the back of his neck, making him growl.

"You'd better stop that."

"Why?"

His eyes glitter in the half light. "Because my mind is spinning at the idea of lifting you down and pinning you against the wall while I take you so hard you scream."

Oh my…

He knows just when to replace his tongue with one finger, then two. Slowly licking against my clit with the perfect amount of friction, I can feel my innermost desires narrow to a point of clarity.

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