By three in the morning he’d had all he could take of guys jockeying for position to be near Shadoe. She’d left the table and wandered around for a while, visiting with people at each of the tables and at the bar, but the crowds finally began to thin.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said.

She nodded. “I’m more than ready for that. Let me go change.”

He was ready, too—to get Shadoe alone. Watching her parade around in tight clothes, and then strip twice, had him hot, hard, and bothered as hell. By the time she came out the back door, he had the bike engine revving.

She cocked a brow and climbed on. “You in a hurry?”

“Yes. Get on.”

She did, and he broke speed records getting back to the hotel.

She leaned in and wrapped her arms around him, her br**sts pressing against his back.

“You are in a hurry, aren’t you? You need something?”

When he didn’t answer, she moved her hands down over his ribs. “I know what you need.” She laid her hands on his thighs and squeezed. “I wish I could reach your c**k from here.”

He groaned and hit the throttle, rocketing them through the stoplight. Good thing the hotel was only a couple blocks away. He pulled into the parking garage, took her hand, and pulled her along back up to their room, not saying a word.

He couldn’t speak, his throat as tight as his balls. He slid the key card into the door slot and held the door open for her. She walked in and he shut the door behind them, watching her as she dropped her bag, then sauntered out onto the balcony. She cast him a knowing look over her shoulder, a glimpse of a smile, then disappeared through the double doors.

He followed. She stood there bathed in the moonlight, visible for anyone to see.

“Out here?”

She nodded.

He wasn’t going to ask twice. He walked farther out onto the balcony and grasped her wrist, pulled her into the darkness, then flipped her around, slammed her back into the wall, and put his mouth over hers.

She wrapped her arms around him. Her lips latched on to his with a hungry passion that matched his own, surprising him with its power. He expected her to be tired, to say no, to at least be surprised by his assault, not to equal his need.

But she did. She wrapped a leg around his hip and rocked her pelvis against him.

His c**k was already hard, had been from the minute he’d tasted her mouth. Now it was a raging desire that couldn’t be stopped. He stripped off her shirt, glad she hadn’t worn a bra. He filled his hands with her breasts, then kneeled on the concrete floor and filled his mouth with her nipples. He’d wanted to taste them for as long as he’d known her, since that first day she’d stripped for him and revealed those tight ni**les and perfect breasts. He flicked his tongue over one hard bud, then pulled it into his mouth and sucked. It felt like soft velvet, and she tasted like sweet cream, just like he knew the rest of her would. He couldn’t wait to go down on her, needing her flavor against his tongue. He kissed his way down her ribs and her belly, jerking at the zipper of her jeans, fumbling it like he had back when he was a teenager and inexperienced. God, how old was he, anyway? And why were his hands shaking? This wasn’t his first time. He should be suave about this, not in a hurry at all, but taking his time getting to know her body.

Yeah, right. He yanked her jeans down to her ankles, pulled her panties off, and covered her sex with his mouth.

She moaned, and her body jerked as his tongue found her clit. She tangled her fingers in his hair and grasped it in her fist, holding tight while he sucked the little bud, nibbled it with his teeth, licked her all over, and slid his tongue inside her creamy pussy.

“Jesus, Spence. That’s just so . . . Oh, oh, I’m coming.” She bucked against his face and shuddered, crying out with the force of her quick, rushing orgasm.

He really liked to hear and feel her come, to taste the juice rolling onto his tongue from her cl**ax, to know that he brought her there so damn fast she couldn’t hold back.

In the darkness, he heard her panting, felt the sheen of sweat on her thighs as he held on to her, continued to kiss her thighs, her hip bone, making his way back up her body.

He kissed her br**sts again, loving the way they fit into his mouth, the way her ni**les hardened when he sucked them, the way her heart beat erratically against his hand as he held on to her.

He met her mouth with his in a hungry kiss, ready to swoop her into his arms and carry her to bed. But when he pulled her away from the wall, she turned him around and pushed him against the cool brick.

“My turn,” she said, her voice a dark, husky whisper. “Do you think I’m going to miss the opportunity to stay outside a little longer?”

“I think you’re an exhibitionist.”

Her lips tilted. “Maybe I am.”

She didn’t seem to mind being na**d on the balcony. Maybe she wanted people to see them. His c**k jerked against his pants. Yeah, he was in a hurry to be inside her. Whether it was on the balcony, in the bed, or on the floor, he didn’t care.

She lifted his shirt off, her hands everywhere—across his shoulders, his neck, his chest—and all followed by her sweet, hot mouth. She kissed him with wild abandon, bit him, tasted him, licked at his ni**les and sucked at them the way he’d suckled hers. He shuddered as the sensation shot straight to his cock, making it quiver in anticipation.

“Shadoe.”

She ignored his warning plea, dropped to her knees the same way he had done. “I’ve wanted to do this.” She opened the button of his jeans, and with damned slow movements drew the zipper down, her fingers brushing his erection and making him grit his teeth. She pulled his jeans over his h*ps and to the floor.

“I love a man who goes commando,” she said, burying her face against his hip, biting him there, then licking along his hip bone, heading to his crotch. “God, you smell good.” She licked his inner thigh, making his legs shake.

Spence was a strong guy, but Shadoe made him weak in the knees. No woman had ever made his legs shake before. But when she grasped his c**k in her hand and stroked him, he palmed the wall for support. And when she swirled her thumb over the crest, he had to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning.

When she placed her lips over his cockhead and took him inside her mouth, he let out a groan, knowing he was at her mercy.

She slid his shaft along the wet heat of her tongue, using her hand to stroke and guide her movements, closing her lips over him to create a perfect suction. Farther and farther in, then out, she sucked and stroked him, and now he wished they were inside, bathed in light so he could watch her. Instead, all he could do was feel the soft glide of his dick along her tongue, the grip of her lips as she squeezed the crest before taking him deep again, all the way to the back of her throat.

Then she swallowed, and he wanted to drop to the floor and die right then. She had him literally by the balls. He was hers for the taking.

She tilted her head back, her mouth filled with his cock, her warm brown eyes dark with desire.

“Yeah, baby, suck me.” He reached down and grabbed her hair, twisted it around his hand, and used it to guide her, to f**k her mouth with gentle thrusts.

She took everything he gave her, and then some, cupping his balls and massaging them until he knew he had no hope of holding back. He felt it churning deep inside him, ready to erupt like a boiling volcano.

When she hummed, it was a vibration in his balls and he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“I’m going to come in your mouth, Shadoe. You want that?” She only pushed forward to take more of him, held on to his hips, and took away the last ounce of his control. The blast nearly launched him off his feet, sending shots of light behind his eyes as he erupted into her mouth. He pulled on her hair, holding her in place while he shot a stream of hot come into her willing throat. She dug her nails into him, which only added to the white-hot pleasure jettisoning from within him. He gave her all he had, until he was limp and sweaty and utterly astounded by this woman on her knees before him.

He bent down and lifted her, kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. That made him linger at her mouth, slide his tongue inside to lick at hers, intensifying the flavor. Despite what he’d just been through, his c**k jumped at the taste of her, the mingling of her flavor and his in their mouths.

He was ready for more. Was she? He rolled his thumb over her nipple. It was hard.

“Did it excite you to suck me?”

“It made my pu**y wet, Spence. Fuck me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He kicked off his boots and discarded his jeans, then scooped her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

SHaDoe’s ENTIRE BODY VIBRATED. BEING HELD BY SPENCE AS HE carried her to the bed was thrilling. Making him come, having his c**k in her mouth, and being in control like that was something she’d never experienced—had never wanted to before. But with Spence, oh, how she’d wanted to.

Ever since she’d taken the stage tonight for the first time, had seen his heated gaze when she’d made eye contact with him, she’d known he wanted her. But it was more than that. It was the way he looked at her, burning a hole through her skin with his eyes, possessing her as his gaze raked over her.

Spence was one gorgeous man. As soon as they’d stepped in the club, the other girls had zeroed in on him, looked him up and down in feminine appreciation. She knew the feeling, and it had only increased when she stood on stage tonight and met his eyes.

What an incredible, empowering feeling had come over her at that moment. To be desired by a man like Spence was amazing. She didn’t understand it, couldn’t explain it, but damn had she ever been turned on. And it had lasted throughout the night. Her giddiness had nothing to do with wowing the crowd. She couldn’t care less about that. She’d done well on stage because she’d played to Spence and him alone. No one else had existed for her.

Just like no other man existed for her right now, except the one who held her, his powerful arms bulging with muscle. So strong, so capable of such violence, and yet he laid her so tenderly on the bed, and followed her down there to lay a kiss on her that left her without breath, without words.

She didn’t need words. Neither of them did. Not when they had hands and mouths and their bodies to speak with. He stripped off her boots and jeans—she giggled at how they hung from her ankles—and spread her legs, placing his fingers around her ankles to hold her in place.

“Do you think I’m going to try to escape?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbows.

“I just want to look at you.”

He’d turned on the bedside lamp. Soft, filtered light filled the room. Not enough to be glaring, but enough so they could see each other. Right now he looked straight on at her sex. It made her quiver.

“I love the way you taste, Shadoe.” He crawled between her legs and took a long, slow lick of her pussy.

She watched him, mesmerized by his tongue. “I love the way you lick me.”

“I like making you come.”

She was rather embarrassed by that. “For some reason, you make it easy. It’s not always that way.”

He cocked a brow. “Really.”

“Really.”

Then his lips lifted. “Good.”

Men and their egos.

Now that they’d both had an orgasm, the sense of urgency had worn off—somewhat, anyway. But this was also the first time she’d gotten to see him na**d. And oh, man, was he something.

“Stand up by the bed,” she said.

“What?”

“I want to look at you.”

He laughed, but complied.

His body was massive, all lean muscle, no fat. Wide shoulders, narrow waist, strong thighs, and a really impressive cock. A c**k that apparently liked being looked at, because it hardened while she watched. She lifted her gaze to his.

“That’s interesting.”

“I was hoping you’d think so.” His c**k rose, then bobbed up and down.

She laughed and scrambled off the bed to walk around him, laying her hand over the tattoo on his shoulder blade. She kissed the eagle and the word Freedom, then laid her head on his back and wrapped her arms around him.

“Shadoe.”

“Yeah.”

“What are you doing?”

“Holding you.”

“Why?”

What a question. “Because you feel good.”

“Oh.”

He turned around and she tilted her head back to look at him. His eyes were mesmerizing. So hard, so blue, so sexy. The man was just one huge ball of intensity.

And right now, he was all hers.

“You going to stand there and ogle me all night, woman, or are we gonna fuck?”

And the way he talked to her—no bullshit—always saying what was on his mind. Even that turned her on. “I think we’re going to fuck.”

“Good.” He pushed her on the bed, reached down, grabbed a condom from his jeans, and crawled after her. “I need to be inside you. My dick is hard and has been all night, ever since you pranced out onto the stage.”

She lay on her back and placed her feet flat on the bed, raised her knees, teasing him by spreading her legs. “I think you were hard before I ‘pranced’ onto the stage.”

He rested his hands on her knees. “You’re right. Making you come gets me hard. Did you like that?”

Remembering the way he got her off in the darkened hallway made her juices flow, her cl*tquiver. “You know I did.”

“I’ll do that for you every night before your show.”

“God, Spence. You make me wet.”

“Wet is good.” He dropped down between her legs and slid inside her with one thrust.