Little Black Dress (Beech Grove Book 7) Read online

  Hard.

  Unrelenting.

  Punishing.

  I felt unhinged. Like a crazed animal out of its cage and starving to death for more of the woman in front of me. The primal urge was unreal, and I was about to reel back, give her a moment, when she moaned.

  Fuck.

  That little sound clung and popped in the air around us, and I was torn between enticing it out once again or putting my hand over her pretty red-stained mouth because it was meant for my ears only. I moved my mouth from her lips to her jaw and then to her neck. Her skin was sweet and soft. Her pulse wild beneath my lips. My hands skimmed the short hem of her dress. My fingers skimmed the silky soft feel of her bare thighs as my teeth grazed her pulse point.

  “I don’t think I can wait,” I told her honestly, feeling like a caged-up animal ravenous for its next meal.

  “Then don’t,” she panted.

  “I need more. Need to watch you go off for me. Do you think you can do that for me?”

  “Enz—"

  “Answer me. Yes or no,” I hissed, my nose flaring. “I need to touch you. Feel and watch you come however the fuck possible. By the look on your face, I have a feeling you’re soaking wet between those sweet thighs of yours. Needing exactly the same fucking thing.”

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl,” I growled, biting her neck gently. The asshole in me hoped I left a mark. Something to show I’d been right there. In the heat of passion claimed her as mine.

  All mine.

  My hands moved to the back of her thighs, and my eyes clenched closed at the feel of her bare ass in my hands. “Fuck,” I muttered and felt her shudder in my embrace

  “Enzo,” my little walking, talking temptation mewled, and my hands clenched her plush, firm skin.

  “You have an incredible ass, baby.”

  “More, please,” she begged softly, trying to keep quiet. I opened my eyes and looked around. In the thick lust-filled fog, I thanked a greater power to have had me be smart enough to move us away from any prying eyes.

  “I’m gonna make you come, Ginny. You’re gonna come for me so fucking hard and make my fingers sticky with your sweet cream so I can lick ‘em on our way home.”

  “Oh god,” she panted, resting her head on my chest. “That’s so hot,” she muttered, and I smiled like a cat about to feast on the sweetest cream. I wanted to fall to my knees and eat her so she would drown me in her sweet honey, but I couldn’t.

  Not right there where anyone could see.

  Not that I gave a shit about anyone seeing me on my knees, worshiping at the sweet altar that was the woman in front of me. Hell no. I was just too possessive of anyone seeing the beauty she held between her thighs. That was all mine. The thought should have freaked me out, but the more it floated in my thoughts, the more okay I was with it.

  Fuck, there was an irking need to make her mine.

  Me. The man who’d sworn he didn’t believe in relationships and happily ever afters anymore. That same man was thinking about forever with a woman he had laid eyes on less than thirty minutes ago.

  “I need you to touch me, baby,” she moaned, and I stopped thinking.

  I moved my knee between her legs, and she opened her thighs, making space for me. A light breeze picked up, and I smelled her. My mouth watered at her feminine scent, and my hands had a mind of their own. Inching their way up to the soft feel of the sheer material of her thong, I hooked my finger through and licked her ear just as I plucked the damp gusset out of my way. Her soft purrs made my mouth go dry.

  “Jesus, baby,” I groaned. My thick finger slid into her tight warmth, and my mouth found her neck, her pulse point beating erratically beneath my lips. “You’re soaked,” I rasped.

  I was rock hard. Her wetness made my balls tighten up. Never had a woman had this effect on me. Setting my body on edge from just being around her. I barely knew her name.

  “Please,” she pleaded, and I looked around, making sure no one was within sight. Something about the beautiful woman in a sexy black dress was bringing out an inner caveman I didn’t know existed.

  “I need you to be really quiet, beautiful. I don’t think I can wait to take you home, and by the way your pussy is squeezing my fingers all wet and warm, I don’t think you want to wait either.” I lazily worked my fingers in and out of her sweet body.

  “And then?” she asked with fire burning behind her gaze, and my lips quirked up. Good girl. Fuck. I didn’t know her, but I knew tonight was going to be fun.

  “We will go back to my place, have a drink, and then I’ll get back to work so I can make you scream my name so loud my neighbors hear it,” I shared and watched her lips part in a pretty little O. “But I’m a selfish son of a bitch and don’t wanna share any sounds you might make with anyone within earshot right now, not here. So, be quiet or neither of us will get what we want.”

  “I know I want to get off.” Her checks flushed, and I could tell she was surprised by her own words. “But what do you want?”

  “Watch you fly,” I said, and her hands moved to the back of my neck, our lips touched, and she groaned as my fingers deepened. In and out of her slick heat. I whispered filthy things into her ear. Shit you hear in fucking porn or read in smut-filled books. Things I would have never thought of saying before her. But I was starting to forget anything and anyone who came before Ginny Black, and I had just met her. Looking at her face twisted in beautiful pleasure as she fought making a sound, I found myself needing to rock her world like none other. Like she had done to me. This gorgeous being brought out a different side of myself, a side of myself I wouldn’t have imagined. I wasn’t the kind of man to be so hungry to get a woman off, I had to sneak her into a darkened corner. But I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t want to. I fucking liked who I was with her, and when I felt her sweet pussy convulse, I swallowed the muffled cries of her pleasure and drank from her mouth. I held her close to my body. I didn’t want her to worry about falling. I had her. Fuck me time and a half, when I watched her pretty eyes flutter open slowly, her eyes focusing back on me, I wasn’t sure what the hell was going on, but I didn’t ever want to let her go.

  GINNY

  We walked into his apartment, my legs still a little weak from the orgasm he had given me.

  “Home, sweet home,” he said, leading me into his place, toward the living room, and I looked around without really seeing the space.

  “It’s nice,” I said and winced inwardly. I was being awkward.

  All the guts and courage I had found back at the club were starting to dwindle, and fast. I had only had one drink, yet there had been something about Enzo that had made me crazy with lust. The orgasm he had given me in the alley nonetheless had sobered me up. Brought me back to reality from whatever hazy, passion-filled cloud we had fallen into. But there had been something about the way he had looked at me, the way he made me feel, I couldn’t get myself to turn around and Uber my slutty ass home. It was all so intense and big I didn’t know what to do with it.

  “Would you like something to drink?”

  “Water, please?”

  “Ginny,” he called out, making me turn away from the huge picturesque window that looked out toward the city. From the top floor the view felt endless.

  “Yes?”

  “Come here,” he ordered, and I swallowed hard.

  Was I really doing this? Jesus, I wasn’t some kind of seductress. In the real world a man like Enzo wouldn’t even notice me. I was a fifth-grade cardigan- and legging-wearing school teacher, for goodness sake. He wore a suit and confidence like a second skin.

  “Enzo,” I started to say

  “Whatever you are going to say, say it in my arms.”

  “You’re bossy,” I pointed out for no good reason as I moved closer. His eyes moved from my chest up to my eyes.

  “You like it.” A sneaky grin fell over his lips, and I rolled my eyes.

  “Such a man,” I muttered, and the deep sound of his laughter made me s
till. He was hot, drop-dead gorgeous, serious, and broody in the dim light of a bar. But in his kitchen, with his jacket off, buttons of his dress shirt undone, and his dark hair slightly disheveled as he laughed, he was disarmingly beautiful. Masculine and rugged. It was a clear reminder of how out of my league he was.

  “I’m positive you will really like that fact, baby,” he said, and I silently agreed. He might be out of my league, but tonight was about me and smirk-worthy memories.

  Once I was within touching distance, his hand extended and he pulled me in flush against him, not shying away over the fact he was hard. Rock hard.

  “Second thoughts?”

  “No,” I answered honestly, and he blinked. One of his hands moved from my waist to the hem of my dress and the other at my lower back, making electric tingles run up and down my body. “You?”

  “Fuck no.” His nose flared as he pressed closer. “I think you know exactly what I’m thinking.”

  “I don’t do this.”

  “What?” His roaming hands stilled. His brows narrowed.

  “The whole picking-a-guy-up-at-a-bar thing, I’ve never done that. I’m not the type,” I blurted out like an idiot. Smooth, Black! Seriously smooth.

  “I know that. And if it helps, I’m not either.”

  “Right,” I scoffed, hardly fighting the urge to roll my eyes, and he sighed.

  “I was in a long-term relationship. It ended a couple months ago. Tonight was the first time I went out to… what’d you call it? Do the bar thing?” he shared, and there was an honesty that made me feel at ease. As if sensing that, he moved the hand that had been toying with the hem of my black dress and cupped my face.

  Jesus, the man had a magical touch, holding me like I was fragile treasure.

  “We can stop,” he said. I believed him, and something in my chest twisted. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not sure about,” he finished off saying, and I licked my lips.

  “It’s not that I wasn’t sure. I just… I didn’t want you to think I’m some kind of—"

  “Of?”

  “Floosy,” I whispered, wishing a huge black hole would pop up and suck me in. Who the hell under eighty used the word floosy? His lips twitched, and he tilted his head as he watched me.

  “Never.”

  “Okay… as long as you know that. “

  “I do.” And I believed him. I didn’t know why I cared. Back at the club I wouldn’t have, but right then and there, with him in his space and in his arms, his touch tender and sweet, something changed.

  “Okay then. Where is your room?”

  “Thought you would never ask,” he said cockily, and before I could blink, he lifted me into his arms like a bride and carried me away from where we had been in his kitchen and down a hallway. The apartment was spacious. High ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows made it even bigger. I didn’t look at the way he had decorated or anything else. I couldn’t. Because every step of the way I looked into his eyes, silently and maybe stupidly, hoping that tonight would be more than a moment in time.

  CHAPTER THREE

  ENZO

  I GENTLY SET her down on the floor, my hands on her shoulders.

  “Cold?”

  “No,” she breathed with a rasp in her voice that hadn’t been there earlier, and my lips twitched. My girl wanted me. My girl? With a quick shake of my head, I let my eyes roam her body. From the tips of her crimson toes that peeked from her open-toe fuck-me heels up her lean and toned legs, sexy-as-fuck thighs I couldn’t wait to get between. Her breasts were perky and round, more than a handful as they showed slightly above the top of her dress. I wanted her. I wanted to undress her and kiss every inch of skin I uncovered. Fuck, I wanted that so much my balls were drawn up tight.

  “Turn,” I ordered.

  I wasn’t sure where this bossy caveman was coming from, but the way her eyes flared and her chest heaved, it was obvious she didn’t mind. She licked her red-tinted lips and did as I asked without a word.

  My eyes drifted down the line of her back, and I bit back a guttural moan. Ginny had an incredible ass. I was dying to pull the tightly fitted skirt up and over her ass and spank her. I wanted to watch her fleshy rump jiggle beneath my hand and turn a pretty light shade of red. Red looked good on Ginny. My fingers gripped the hem of her skirt, and I heard her gasp. I breathed in her sweet scent and exhaled slowly.

  Somehow, I fought temptation and slowly started to unzip the back of her dress. The backs of my nails lightly scrapped against the small amount of skin I uncovered. I stopped when I reached the back of her black bra strap.

  I blew a warm breath against her skin and watched as her flesh filled with goose bumps. I didn’t know why I was going this route. Tonight was supposed to be about hot, carnal sex.

  About getting off after too long.

  Intimate and slow had not been the plan, but something about Gin had me thinking plans and rules were meant to be broken when they concerned her. I moved her golden hair away from her back and toward her shoulder. Damn, the tresses were soft and silky. Visions of wrapping the thick strands around my hand as I pulled her head back as I fucked her from behind filled my mind. The line of her neck. The sounds she would make. The way she would squeeze me tight.

  Later. Much, much later, a voice in the back of my head whispered. Right now, we both needed something else. An overwhelming urge to show her something I’d never done before washed over me.

  Once her hair was away from her back, I continued undoing the zipper until I reached the top of the itty-bitty G-string she was wearing.

  “Jesus, baby. You’re going to unman me,” I groaned. My eyes fixed on two of the sweetest little dimples. Two small spots right above her lower back, delicate and sweet.

  I dropped to my knees, letting my mouth hover right between the two sweet spots.

  “Enzo.” Her voice trembled, and I put my hands on her ankles. Anchoring her to me, I heard the sweetest sound escape from her mouth.

  “Shh… I got you, baby.”

  “I need…” Her breath stuttered and her back arched when she felt my mouth right there. I moved to the right and then to the left, kissing each dimple. Giving both sweet spots on her body my attention. Her breathing was heavy as my hands moved up her legs toward the short hem.

  I sat on the haunches of my legs with my hands at her waist.

  “Slip out of the sleeves, baby.”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered, and I bit my lower lip. I wasn’t into kink or control, but damn, I liked her following my directions. She pulled her arms out of the tight dress and bared more of her light, creamy skin.

  “Bra. Now,” I hissed, undoing the top button of my slacks, needing to see her. Sensing that, she looked over her shoulder, and I could see her desire. Hell, I could smell it.

  I slowly pulled the skirt of her dress down her legs.

  Teasing myself. Teasing her. Building the anticipation.

  “Fucking beautiful, Ginny,” I groaned, my eyes pinned on the most beautiful ass I’d ever laid eyes on. Round and perky. I couldn’t help myself. Without a thought, my hand smacked one side and rubbed the flesh, soaking in the sound of her moan. “Turn,” I gritted, losing hold of the tight thread of control I had.

  “Bossy,” she mumbled, her cheeks flushed.

  “A fucking goddess,” I said out loud to myself as I took in the sight of her in front of me.

  On my knees, in front of me was the eighth wonder of the world. Almost bared completely. Only wearing sexy-as-fuck heels and a tiny scrap of sheer material, she was stunning. Tits that sat high and round, tightly wound-up little nipples beaded up and begging for my attention. I sat up and cupped one breast in my hand, moving the other to bring her other breast to my mouth. I suckled and nipped, soaking in each sound of pleasure.

  I stared up and caught her eyes as I let go of one nipple and popped the other into my mouth. Her eyes were heavy and so filled with passion and need I couldn’t look away.

  Damn, I hardly knew
the woman, but she made my head spin.

  GINNY

  He was going to make me come from just sucking on my nipples and playing with my breasts, and I had no fucking clue that was possible. He made me feel gorgeous and seen in a way I had never felt. This large, powerful man on his knees in front of me, pleasing me. Making this good for me as if it was his mission in life.

  I’d learned a long time ago that people showed you who they were by their actions, and so far, Enzo Carlino had proven time and time again in the couple of hours since I’d met him that he was incredibly generous.

  His lips moved, easing the build he’d created with his mouth on my breasts. He was killing me with the sweet way his mouth took care of my body. My eyes closed as I tried to soak in the feeling. Somehow, the down and dirty encounter this was supposed to be had shifted to something else. Something intimate.

  The way his hands and mouth roamed about my torso wasn’t just a little foreplay to throw in a couple of kisses and licks to get me wet. It was more. Like he was trying to memorize the curves of my body and taste of my skin.

  I was a squirming mess by the time his mouth moved even lower, finally pulling my panties to the side, and I was grateful Lydia had talked me into getting waxed. I felt everything. His warm breath, the slight hint of facial hair. Already weak in the knees when his tongue swiped there, I used my hands to hold on to his broad, strong shoulders for dear life. My lips parted, and my lungs seemed to burn.

  I was thirty-two years old, for goodness sakes. This wasn’t my first rodeo. But I couldn’t help it. The way his mouth was on me. The way he seemed to listen to every moan, purr, and cry. He made it feel like it was my first time, because no one had taken their time like Enzo did.

  Slow.

  Unrushed.

  Like I was a delicacy that deserved to be savored.

  Then there was the way he did it. The way his hands dug into the back of my thighs, the hungry grunts he made as he took me to the edge of a cliff of pleasure before slowing it down and taking it away. He did it more than once too. By the way he had me on edge I could tell this was so much more than foreplay for him. I was a writhing wanton mess before he gave me what I begged for. What I cried for. And when he did, I saw nothing but white light behind my eyelids. He held me close to him, his face in my belly, my hands holding on to the back of his head. His thick dark hair felt good between my fingers. Slightly shaky and utterly out of breath, I willed my eyes to open, only to see his dark hungry stare looking right back at me.