He plastered his back to the door. 'Come here.'
I closed the distance between us and waited. His wavy gold hair swooped over one eye. Long in front and short in back, the style suited his sullen, bad-boy looks. Accountancy student or not, Sean had the face of a handsome day labourer. With his rugged features, his full, sensual lips and heavy-lidded eyes, he looked like a man who'd drink too much on weekends, keep his wife popping out babies, and shout obscenities during sporting events.
Apart from a fondness for obscenities, none of it was true.
'I haven't kissed you yet,' he said. 'He has, but I haven't.'
I stroked the side of his face. He wasn't more than an inch taller than me. 'Don't kiss me because Joe has. Kiss me because you want to, if you want to.'
'If I want to -' He captured my hand and dragged it down his black t-shirt. His body felt warm - too warm. My fingers snagged on his waistband, then settled over the impressive swell behind his buttoned flies. He covered my hand and pressed hard. His erection barely gave. My pulse shifted into high gear. Maybe Joe wasn't the only one who wanted to get me alone.
'Now, does that feel like I don't want to kiss you?'
'If you're trying to prove something -'
He cut me off with an impatient tut. 'I don't have to prove anything. I sleep with people I like, people who impress me. I admit they're usually men but, hell, sometimes lightning strikes in funny places.' He squeezed my hand over his cock again. 'I'm not arguing with ol' Willy here. He knows what he likes and he never lies.'
"That's very flattering but -'
'Be quiet,' he said, and yanked my head to his for a kiss.
His tongue pressed directly home, subduing mine with force and expertise. His hand clamped the back of my neck, steel-hard and work-rough. Something flowered in me at this treatment, something secret and dark. I struggled against the kiss for the sheer pleasure of inspiring more displays of mastery. His arm tightened on my waist. He lifted me, turned, and shoved me back against the door. The weight of his body trapped me in place, and the strength of his legs. He ground his hardness into my softness. Wanting more, I slung one leg high on his hip, clamped both hands on his adorable butt, and rocked back.
'Like that, bitch?' His teeth nipped my earlobe. Though the name shook me, I laughed at him. His hazel eyes narrowed. 'I'll make you beg,' he said.
'Yeah?' I blew a stream of air through his fringe. 'You've got fifteen minutes to prove it. Marianne will be back in twenty and I'm not in the mood to share.'
He flashed his teeth at that, half grin, half alpha wolf display. Before I could wonder what he'd do next, he attacked my side zip and yanked my snug yellow trousers to my ankles.
'Hands and knees,' he said. When I stubbornly shook my head, he dragged me to the rolling ladder and manhandled me into the position he wanted. He was so powerful he didn't even have to hurt me to do it. He simply moved me as he pleased and I wasn't strong enough to stop him.
Panting with excitement, I grabbed the second rung. Joe couldn't protect me now. Sean would take me any way he wanted, as hard as he wanted, as fast as he wanted. He pushed my knees wider with the tip of his construction boot. My bottom felt chilled, exposed. A drop of sexual moisture ran down my inner thigh. I knew he must be staring at it.
'I'll give you one thing,’ he said. "That is one prize-winning, wet-and-ready arse. Too bad I haven't got time to spank it.'
'You and whose army?'
This time he laughed at me. I heard buttons popping, foil tearing. I turned my head. He'd shoved the flaps of his jeans down past his bare hips - he wore no underwear - and was slathering lubricant up and down his thinly sheathed prick. His motions were quick, but not so quick he couldn't enjoy them.
'Eyes front!' The heel of his boot reinforced the whispered order, pressing my buttocks hard enough to shock.
'Fifteen minutes,' I reminded him, defiant to the last.
'Eleven. And don't think you aren't mine already.'
He dropped to his knees behind me, surrounding me in warmth like cocoa on a cold day. He didn't remove my short jacket or my blouse: merely shoved my silky shirt-tails to my waist. Considering I was bared like a surgery patient, I couldn't believe how comfortable I felt.
Customers trod the aisles mere feet away. I heard the floorboards creaking under their shoes. A man I scarcely knew was about to initiate me into a potentially painful sex act and I'd never felt safer in my life.
'I must be losing my mind,’ I said.
'No, babe, you're about to find it.' Sean laced our fingers together around the ladder rung. He cupped my * from the front and rotated my sex against my pubic bone. If anything, the rough handling made me wetter. His fingers slid through my juices.