Night Is Darkest (37 page)

The heat suffusing her face highlighted her discomfort with being so brazen. “I…I don’t want to scratch the paint. Take my shorts off first.”

Strained laughter burst from his chest. It transformed his features from rugged to unbearably handsome.

“Honey, you’re my every fantasy.”

Kneeling in front of her, he flipped up the hem of her shirt to place hungry kisses on her stomach as he unbuttoned her cutoffs. He lowered them down her legs, following the fabric with his mouth, kissing a trail of fire down her inner thighs.

Alexa shuddered when work-roughened hands grabbed her ass and placed her on the car like some erotic hood ornament. Guiding her feet, he rested them on the front fender, straddling his torso. Her arms fell back, braced behind her. Although the metal warmed her skin, bare now except for the sexy thong she wore, the shade kept it from burning her.

His hands ran up her abdomen, pushing the halter top higher to expose her breasts. She would have begged him to touch her but he seemed to know exactly where and how she wanted to be stroked. One of his hands cupped a breast while his tongue laved the aching center of the other. With the side of his face tucked against her skin, which glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration, he looked up.

The desire burning in his eyes matched the lust roaring inside her. Their gazes locked. He waited for her to take the next step.

“More,” was all she could say.

“Yes.” His hands raked down her torso, fingers grazing each rib with tantalizing precision. When they feathered over her abdomen, her muscles reflexively tightened. Alexa wasn’t sure who moaned when the contraction caused the arousal building inside her to flow out onto her pussy lips, soaking the tiny cotton band tucked between her legs.

She thought she heard a gruff, muffled curse just before he tugged the strip of her underwear to the side and buried his face between her legs. Then she didn’t care. The combination of her copious fluids and the heat of his mouth against her shaved mound wiped away everything else. When his tongue dipped between her labia to circle her clit she almost came on the spot. His enthusiastic lapping drew out her arousal, which he devoured as though he couldn’t get enough of her taste.

Pleasure flowed from his skilled mouth directly into her veins. With her head tilted back, her half-closed eyes facing the fluffy clouds in the perfect blue sky, she concentrated on the intoxicating way he manipulated her flesh and didn’t notice his hand moving until the blunt tip of his finger tested her dripping pussy.

She moaned and thrust her hips at his seeking hand. He worked her open, dipping in further each time he drove the digit inside. When his finger tunneled within her, palm facing upwards, he curled the long length until it pressed against her G-spot. The sensation overwhelmed her with pleasure. This man had moves she had only read about.

Hovering on the edge of an orgasm, she shrieked. Mistaking the cry of pleasure for surprise or pain, he paused, keeping her climax just out of reach. In that moment of clarity, she craved more. Having the most amazing orgasm of her life no longer seemed like enough.

“I want you inside me. Now.”

It may not have been the most graceful move she ever saw, but he somehow managed to balance her thighs on his shoulders while he ripped his wallet from his back pocket. He retrieved a condom before dropping the billfold on the ground, unconcerned about the rest of the contents. With one hand, he got the button of his jeans undone and the fly spread open. The other hand shoved his pants and dark gray briefs out of the way, allowing him to thread the most magnificent cock she’d ever seen through the opening of his leather chaps.

As he rolled the condom over his raging hard-on, he stepped between her legs and claimed her mouth. This kiss was a thousand times more potent than the first, so stimulating it shocked her. Unrestrained now, he possessed her with a natural dominance that coerced her body to bow even closer to his. While he claimed her mouth, he massaged her clit. The contrast of his harsh kiss and tender teasing had her writhing beneath him.

“Now. Please, now.”

His knees bent forward, resting on the edge of the hood, and the head of his cock notched against her a moment before he thrust, driving his broad shaft a few inches inside her tight, clinging sheath. Her arms came up, banding around his solid back.

“You feel so fucking good.” He groaned. “I’m not going to last.”