"I can't wait another second," he said. He quickly unzipped his pants and slipped a condom onto his shaft, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he lifted her off the floor. He slid into her in one deep stroke, and her back smacked into the metal locker with a loud clang.

"Dominic," she cried out as his groan of "Jesus" reverberated off the tiled walls and floor, the drumbeat of slamming lockers joining their voices. Again and again he thrust into her, pulling her against him, then taunting her by pulling out to the tip.

He was f**king her harder than he ever had, and she loved every single second of it, loved making him lose control. Her br**sts smacked into the hard wall of his chest with every thrust, and she was so glad she'd worn a thin, lace bra. Even deep in the throes of his orgasm, Dominic shifted her so that his pubic bone rubbed against her clitoris, and a powerful orgasm surged through her.

Dominic's shaft grew bigger and bigger as her muscles clenched at him. She wanted to feel him hot and alive inside her, with no rubber sheath between them, but she'd have to be happy with this. Just as he began to come, she kissed him with every ounce of love in her heart. She'd never be able to say the words aloud, but she couldn't stop her body from speaking the truth.

He held her tightly against him, his rapid heartbeat pounding against hers. "You're coming home with me," he said against her hair. "This doesn't end here."

Oh yes. She longed to spend the night in his bed, wrapped in his strong arms.

A voice in her head tried to warn her, telling her to think things through, to stop all the touching and kissing and actually talk to Dominic about his feelings. She slammed the door shut on the unwanted voice of reason. She didn't want reason. Lots and lots more loving was all she wanted.

Dominic usually enjoyed meeting fans, hanging with fellow players, and working with kids. But this time he couldn't wait to leave and get Melissa naked in his bed.

Thinking about her lush curves, a new hard-on pushed into his zipper. Good thing he had put his jacket back on.

"Thanks for a great night," he told the organizers. It was all he could do to keep a pleasant smile on his face when he was picturing Melissa in his bathtub, water runninng over her incredible br**sts, her head thrown back in ecstasy as he laved her clit with his tongue.

They finally escaped to his car, but Dominic knew he wasn't going to make it all the way home. Fifteen minutes was fourteen and a half too many. He whipped out of the parking lot, driving with single-minded purpose.

Melissa's soft, husky voice wrapped itself around his throbbing cock. "If you're wondering, your house is in the opposite direction."

He shot her a quick glance filled with promise. "I can't wait that long."

As she squirmed in her seat, he remembered how wet her pu**y was, how ready she was for him to sink into.

He pulled into a deserted section of Golden Gate Park and turned off his headlights. His black Viper wasn't very roomy, but that was fine. Just like Melissa's pu**y: the tighter the fit, the better.

He pushed a lever beside his seat and it slid back several inches.

Melissa watched with a half smile on her face. "Lost?" she asked, knowing damn well what he intended, but wanting to tease him before she climbed on his lap for another ride.

"Turn around," he said.

She blinked in surprise, but did as he'd asked. He unzipped her skirt, and together they slid it to the floor of the passenger seat. Her panties were still in his jacket pocket, and her sweet pu**y was still bare and slick. She was his for the taking, but he wanted her naked first. Her sweater came off next, leaving only her bra. In the dark, he searched for the clasp along her back.

"It's in the front," she whispered, trembling slightly.

He smiled against her neck, then kissed her warm skin. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access. His fingers itched to touch her ni**les and he slowly ran his hands over her rib cage, under the soft swell of flesh, finally covering her br**sts with his hands.

While one hand undid her bra clasp, the other made its way down into her damp pubic hair, immediately locating the hard nub of her clitoris.

He wasn't the only one dying to f**k again.

"Dominic," she whispered as she opened her legs wider so that he could rub his hand against her plump, aroused pu**y lips.

Without warning, he lifted her over the stick shift and pulled her onto his lap. Her back was pressed against his chest, her juicy br**sts filling his hands.

"What are you doing?" she asked in an excited whisper.

"Trust me," he replied, more insane over this woman's body than he had ever been before in his thirty-six sexually charged years.

His c**k was nestled between her butt cheeks and he caught her ni**les between his thumbs and forefingers, teasing the stiff peaks until her wetness seeped into the fabric of his pants. One hand still playing with her br**sts, he slid the other between her slick pu**y lips, slipping and sliding against her clit, her tight, hot passage. She moaned and rocked her hips rhythmically against his hand, inflaming him with every thrust of her lush hips.

Forcing himself to pull his hand from her pu**y, he grasped her hips and lifted her enough to pull down his zipper. He ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth and slid it onto his throbbing shaft in a move that spoke of years of experience in nonstandard positions. But every woman who had come before Melissa was long forgotten.

He didn't waste one more second slipping the head of his c**k between her lips, and she moaned with satisfaction. "Dom," she begged, using his nickname for the first time, and his c**k surged against her slick folds.

He nearly plunged all the way forward, high and deep, but he wanted to tease her, to work her back up to a fever pitch before finally giving them both the ultimate pleasure.

"Not quite yet, sweetheart," he growled as he replaced his c**k with his fingertips.

He'd make sure that she'd never forget tonight. And it was a long time until morning.

Chapter Fifteen

Melissa was on fire, the blood in her veins like molten lava, her skin sensitive to the slightest touch. The leather steering wheel chafed her ni**les; the stick shift scratched her thighs. His fingers played with her clit even as the head of his penis rubbed deliciously against her aroused flesh. She pressed her ass into his hips, but he was still toying with her. Only giving her one finger, and then two.

She whimpered, loving the way he touched her, but craving so much more. She wanted his thick c**k to spread her wide again, to fill her all the way up.

She'd never find another man like him, never find someone who made her feel so good, whose body fit hers so perfectly. This knowledge made her throat c log with emotion.