Evie raised the cup to her lips, staring at the stranger across the room. He’d been stealing glances at her all night. She’d felt his eyes on her from the minute she’d stepped into the club. Still, he hadn’t approached her.
“Primark’s my favourite store in all of London,” her friend, Vanessa was saying, “When I was in the United States–”
Evie tried to listen, but her attempts were futile. The stranger was staring at her with so much intensity that her skin was set ablaze. Their eyes met and held. His lips curved in a slow, sensual smile. Heat rushed to her face, and her core clenched with need.
Looking away from him, Evie took another sip of her drink. The alcohol was getting to her. Her head was starting to spin. The music rang in her ears, and the blue-red colours of the dance floor were suddenly too much.
“I told my mom I don’t want to go back –”
“Vanessa.” Evie had had enough. She needed some air. “I’ll be right back.”
She staggered outside the club. The cold air stung her cheeks as she stepped outside. She sucked in a breath. Finally, a reprieve from the noise and Vanessa’s endless chatter. She wasn’t here to be bored to tears by her roommate’s tales. She was here for fun. To find a rebound that would help her forget, if only for a little while.
She moved further away, drawing air into her lungs. The ache was starting to subside. Getting dumped was one thing; getting dumped for her friend was another. Anger coursed through her. She clenched her fist.
No, Evie. No anger tonight. You’re here for a good time.
“Waiting for me?”
Evie turned. It was him. Black leather jacket, windswept dark hair, a smirk on his lips. His coal-dark eyes searched hers. She had been waiting for him. But she wouldn’t admit it.
Evie’s lips curved in a smirk. “Hey, stranger.”
Alcohol had a powerful effect on her. She’d felt awkward in the short dress Vanessa had forced her into; now she felt sexy. Powerful. His gaze dropped to her cleavage, and she felt a little warmer.
“Join me?”
She took a step back, toward the car park.
“My car’s over there.”
Evie didn’t know when she followed him into the backseat of his car. The car smelled of cologne and leather, a heady mix. Up close, she realised just how tall he was. His shoulders were broad, and his muscles rippled as he shrugged off his jacket. He moved closer to her. His thigh was hard and strong next to hers. His hand hovered above her thigh, almost touching. She held her breath.
“I’ve had my eye on you all night.”
His voice was husky with lust. His face moved closer to hers. His breath caressed her face. He cupped her cheek, and her heart began to race.
“You’re,” he trailed a hand past her collarbone, hovering just above her cleavage, “delectable.”
And then his lips were on hers. He ran a hand through her hair, kissing her with a fervency that rendered her breathless. His hand dropped to her waist, moving her closer until her body melded with his.
She was in a car, kissing a stranger whose name she didn’t know.
And she was loving every minute of it.
His touch set a fiery trail down her neck, as he cupped her breast through her dress. Evie leaned into him. His chest was rock hard beneath her hands. When he broke off the kiss, her head was spinning. He reached between her thighs, inching upwards until slowly. Evie inhaled sharply as his hand found her pussy. She was naked underneath her dress.
“Fuck.”
He cupped her mound, his tongue plunging into her mouth. Then he began to stroke her clit. Evie shuddered with need. His touch was light and rhythmic. She moaned into his mouth. Shifting slightly, she let her hand wander to his crotch. His hardness pressed against her hand, begging to be set free.
She unzipped his pants and gasped as her hand clasped his thick cock. He was alive in her hands. All male. She stroked the tip and was rewarded with a groan. Encouraged, she began to fondle him. She glided her hands slowly down his length, then back up. Her hands moved faster over his thick length, and his finger plunged into her wetness. Evie gave a cry of pleasure. She sped up her movements, and he did the same, faster and faster until she clenched around his finger.
His cock grew harder in her hands. She pleased him with her hands, watching his face tighten. His groan of pleasure turned her on.
“I want to cum in your mouth,” he said in a husky voice.
Evie smiled. “I have a better idea.”
She turned so she had her back to him, her face close to the door so he had room to adjust. He pushed her dress up till it was far above her waist. Evie heard the rustle of nylon as he tore open a condom. She waited impatiently, her arousal intensifying with each passing second.
Placing his hands on her hips, he entered her with a quick movement of his hips.
Evie sucked in a breath. He was big. He filled her completely, and the walls of her pussy clenched around him. With another thrust, he was buried deep in her. He reached a hand up to pull at her hair. The force sent a jolt of pleasure through her.
Her moans were loud as he thrust into her. He fucked her with wild abandon, groaning as she moved with him. He slapped her ass. The sudden pain made her cry out in surprise.
“Do it again,” she begged.
Her pussy throbbed as his palm came down on her butt cheeks. Again and again, till tears stung her eyes.
Her orgasm came in waves. She shuddered with the force of her climax, and he continued pounding into her until he released a low groan.
Afterwards, she collapsed on the car seat, satiated. He sat next to her. The silence was filled with the sounds of their breathing.
“That was hot,” he said, flashing her a grin. “I’m Owen.”
She adjusted her dress. “No, you’re a stranger.”
She opened the door, flashed him a sweet smile, and stepped out of the car. She’d gotten what she wanted. It was time to go home.