Immediately, his mouth crushed against hers, all teeth and lips and tongue. It was a demand, a promise. Lust and longing. Hell, it was sex. The most oral kind of sex that Amanda could imagine, and all she wanted to do was get lost in it.
His fingers twined in her hair, holding her steady as his tongue did battle with her own. Their teeth clashed and she tasted blood, tangy and undeniably arousing in the moment.
He'd held her trapped against the wall as his mouth ravaged hers, and the simple knowledge that he'd taken control--that he was taking her--made her even more aroused, though she was astounded that was even possible. Her panties were soaked, and her entire body was aroused, on edge. As if one touch could send her spinning out into space. And oh, how she wanted to spin.
Unexpectedly, he pulled away, just long enough to capture her eyes in his gaze. Then he moved his hands, sliding down along her arms, bare in the silk tank top she'd worn.
His touch made her shiver, and she drew in a breath, her lips parted as she closed her eyes, wanting simply to feel. His hands on her arms. His body, lean and muscled, pressed tight against hers. His erection, straining against his jeans and pressing insistently into her lower belly.
Thank God she'd worn a skirt, because she couldn't stand this much longer. "Please," she begged. "I want you now. Hard and deep and right here against this wall."
He pulled back long enough so she could see the gleam of pure arousal in his eyes. Then he reached down and grabbed her skirt and in one violent motion thrust it up around her waist.
He lifted her next, so that her legs encircled him and her back was pressed to the wall. He was strong, thank goodness, and he used one hand to free himself, then dug a condom out of his back pocket.
"I came prepared," he said.
"Show me your mad skills and get it on fast."
He did just that, and she would have applauded, except she was too busy screaming his name when he drove forward, burying himself inside her in one long thrust that claimed her and tamed her and filled every cell inside her.
He pounded into her, her back slamming against the wall, their mouths banging together. It was wild and dirty and exactly what she wanted. And when the explosion finally came, she cried out his name and c
lung to him like he was her everything. In that moment, maybe he was.
Slowly, he lowered them both to the floor, and though she knew they ought to move, all she could manage was to lay there and breath.
Oh, yeah. That was good.
"Hey," he murmured, propping himself up on one elbow. "Nice to see you."
She burst out laughing, but the sound seemed strangled since he'd reduced her to a limp, boneless creature. Laughter really wasn't in the cards. "You, too," she managed.
With effort, she rose up on her elbows, then looked around. "Is this the same room?"
He flashed a devious grin as he stood up. "We had such good luck with it the first time."
"Just think how amazing it'll be in the same room and the same bed," she quipped.
"I'm ready if you are."
Her eyes went wide, and she looked down, noticing that he hadn't been kidding about being ready. She bit her lower lip, and he shrugged.
"Saves getting dressed for conversation only to get undressed again later."
She had to fight not to laugh. "I really don't understand your earth logic, but I like the plan. Lead the way."
* * *
Derek took a sip of wine from the abandoned glass he'd left on the bedside table. Between the two of them, they'd killed off a bottle in record time. Then again, they'd been thirsty after their workout. Their second workout, if you counted the hall. Which he absolutely did.
He allowed himself a self-satisfied grin, then stretched out in the bed next to Amanda, who was dozing beside him. Gently, he brushed his fingertips over her pale skin as he reveled in the way she squirmed under his touch.
"Stop," she murmured. "You're tickling me."
"Maybe that's my plan. Maybe I want to wake you up."
She rolled over, blinking at him. "So that I'll get out of your hair?"