Naughty Little Wishes (Birthday Dare) Read Online Free

up her inner thighs and brushed over her slit. She widened her legs around him.
    “Fuck, you’re already wet.” His lips grazed her earlobe, raising a shiver. “Tell me you have those damn condoms.”
    One hand holding on, she grabbed her purse and upended the contents into the sink. He parted her and slid one finger inside. Her hips jerked with the clenching of her sex. Quarters, gum, a tampon, she batted them aside. A cloud of lust blurred her vision. She clutched his arm and dropped her forehead to his shoulder. “Drew, I can’t if you—”
    He feathered his thumb over her clit, and delicious sensation rolled through her. “Do you want me to stop?”
    She’d kill him if he tried. “What do you think?”
    “I’ll make you a deal.” Open-mouthed kisses heated up her throat. “If you don’t stop looking for a condom, I won’t stop stroking your pussy. Is that too much for you?”
    Cocky bastard … She raised her hips into the next lazy stroke, and a moan she couldn’t hold back purred from her throat. Cocky, talented bastard . Reaching out, she fumbled past her phone and wallet. Finally landing a condom, she tore it open. Drew pushed down his shorts, snagged it from her shaking hands, and gloved his cock.
    No preambles or questions, he thrust in, his hard, thick length grazing over the needy places inside her. Nerve-endings fired as he went deep. He pulled back and she clutched his hips, desperate for him to move. He made her wait, then slammed back in. They both groaned. Quick hard pumps bounced her on the marble. She wrapped her legs high on his waist, holding on as her sex pulsed greedily for more. He changed the pace to a slow, torturous grind, and she dug in her stilettos. She spurred him, uncaring if she marked his back or about the bruising pressure of his fingers digging into her hips.
    He reached between them and strummed her clit. Tingling warmth unfurled from her toes and weaved through her belly and breasts. A hard spasm of pleasure lifted her hips, and a keening cry ripped from her throat. Drew grasped her by the nape and brought her down to his shoulder. The tang of salt saturated her mouth, and she bit into his warm skin, muffling sounds she no longer controlled. His thrusts grew more erratic, and she held on to him. His muscles bunched under her palms.
    Violent shudders moved through him with his release. He burrowed his face into her neck, and deep groans hummed over her skin. Aftershocks moved through them both as they held each other, their short, ragged breaths filling the silence.
    Her pounding heart slowed, and she unwrapped her legs from his waist. He held her steady as she eased farther back on the counter, then moved away to take care of the condom. His six-pack-plus carved into his abdomen with deep breaths.
    Footsteps passed by the door and they froze.
    Her cheeks flamed. She got off the counter, thighs aching in protest, and straightened her dress. Thankfully, Scotchgard and travel-friendly fabric had lived up to their claims. Inside, she felt like she’d experienced a heart attack in reverse.
    Drew pulled up his shorts. “Are you all right?” The husky rasp of his voice along with the remnants of desire in his eyes sparked up visions of round two, maybe three.
    “Yes.” Diverting her attention to safer territory, she picked her bikinis off the floor and placed them near her purse.
    He retrieved his shirt and winced. Mottled bruises and angry-red slashes marred the side of his ribcage.
    “You’re hurt.” She went to him and probed his side. Warmth seeped into her fingers, and she inhaled the faint scents of sex mixed in with his cologne and her perfume. He flinched away. Ignoring him, she bent down to get a closer look. Old scars webbed through new injuries. “It doesn’t feel like you’ve broken anything. If it hurts when you breathe, you may have cracked a rib.”
    “Why doesn’t it surprise me you know so much about broken bones?”
    She rose. “My brother was a