Give In To Me by Lacey Alexander Page A

Kayla Gonzalez, and with Kayla’s husband for that matter, and
     it really gave her nothing in common with them—but in that moment, she clung to the
     notion that there might be something more between them than this strange and potent
     sexual connection. Maybe she needed that right now; maybe pretending it was more than
     purely physical would be the thing that kept her from struggling to break free now.
    When he moved his hands, she experimented with touching him, letting her fingers splay
     across his chest, letting her palms roam slightly. She’d touched him this way in the
     alley, but this was different, more intense. Even if she’d mistakenly thought that
     nothing could be more intense than being in the alley with him.
    His hands molded to her torso, then moved up to curve around her breasts. “Your tits
     are amazing, Ginger.”
    “My name’s—”
    “April,” he cut her off with a wolfish look. “I know that now, babe. I just like calling
     you Ginger. I like that red hair.” His gaze dropped. “I like those hard nipples. I
     bet they’re hard a lot, aren’t they?”
    She wasn’t sure what hard nipples had to do with calling her Ginger, and she was pretty
     sure the answer was nothing, but she heard herself telling him a truth she’d seldom
     stopped to consider. “Twenty-four, seven.”
    If it was possible, his gaze filled with even more heat. “Really? Even when you sleep?”
    Her breasts began heaving again, slightly. “As far as I know. When I go to bed and
     when I wake up anyway. They just always . . . are.”
    “God, that’s hot.” And then he dropped to scrape his teeth ever so lightly up one
     of the beaded peaks, as if in praise, and it made her gasp as the sensation echoed
     through her.
    Their eyes met for a minute more, a minute that felt wholly intimate—as if they’d
     just shared secrets with each other—and then Rogan’s mouth came back down on hers,
     insistent with passion, and she’d seldom felt as purely, simply desired by a man as
     she did in that moment, because she could tell the kiss wasn’t calculated or planned
     but that he simply hadn’t been able to help himself.
    And so now she was unable to help
herself
either, and she kissed him back with utter abandon, forgetting all about struggle
     or timidity and throwing herself into the kisses for all she was worth, wanting to
     soak up every second.
    As they made out, his hands drifted south, onto her skirt, and hers circled his neck
     and she fairly clung to him, never wanting the kisses to end. And when his touch moved
     to her thighs, she knew things were amplifying again, and a tiny part of her suffered
     the compulsion to struggle, to run. But then she remembered that she’d told him she’d
     be a good girl, and so she was.
    Pleasure and need climbed her inner thighs as his hands moved under her skirt, rising
     slowly toward her hips. His erection still pressed between her legs. And she knew
     her parted thighs had probably caused her skirt to lift long ago, but now she felt
     the fabric skimming higher still until his fingers met with her panties.
    Yet then his touch was gone suddenly, even as they continued kissing, and she wondered
     why, because she’d had the sensation that they were getting closer and closer to actually
     doing it—and then that magnificent pressure between her legs lifted away, too, making
     the loss even worse.
    She heard herself whimper her frustration against his mouth even as she let her fingernails
     dig into his shoulders—a silent plea of
Bring it
back
. But he was still breathing just as hard as they exchanged still more hot kisses,
     and finally she somehow realized that he had only been reaching between them to undo
     his jeans.
    She shuddered with need and eagerness, both of them panting now, and she thought,
Please, please!
But she didn’t let the desperate words sneak out because her behavior here was already
     insane enough without giving any more of herself away