“This is dangerous.”
His velvet whisper slid over her skin, stroked and caressed, adding to the terrible need, her body pulsing with demands.
She touched her tongue to her lips, shocked that they weren’t on fire. “It is.” There was nothing else to do but agree. She couldn’t kiss him again. That would lead to … She did. She tilted her head just enough to allow her to catch his bottom lip between her teeth and tug. Then she was kissing him, her tongue sweeping into his mouth, sliding along his tongue, taking more of that spice and flame she needed.
His arm nearly crushed her to him, while his other hand slid under her shirt to press against her bare skin. It felt as if his palm burned into her, right through skin and muscle to reach bone, so it was there, his brand proclaiming proprietary rights. She was his exclusively.
His mouth took over, just what she wanted—what she needed. The groan he gave, a mixture of hunger and dominance, sent her temperature soaring. Her panties were damp, her body slick, her nipples tight, breasts aching. She was very aware of his hand, not even his scorching kisses could distract her from wanting him to move it higher.
The long fingers stroked her bare skin, right under her left breast as he kissed her over and over. He pushed his seat back and pulled her body across the console, so that she nearly straddled him. It was a tight fit, but they managed because there was nothing but the two of them, and heat and hunger. It took forever before his fingers moved up over the fine lace of her bra and stroked along the curve.
Her breath caught in her throat and her sex clenched hard. She squirmed, her hips pressing into him, the apex of her legs finding his thigh. The tension in her coiled tighter and tighter. Her breasts felt swollen and needy, nipples pushing blatantly at the thin lace. Then his fingers settled on her nipple and she heard herself cry out, the sound wrenched from her. He tugged, and her hips bucked.
He was more than dangerous to her—that was her one thought of sanity before that slipped away, too, and she dropped her hand, stroking him through his trousers, reveling in the feel of him, so hard and hot, so thick and ready for her. She desperately wanted to open his trousers and explore that heat, but moving required she move her mouth from his and that was impossible. His tongue was velvet. His mouth hotter than anything she’d ever known. Hot. Hard. Commanding. She sank further under his sexual spell, the web closing around her and she let it. She wanted it.
All clear, Giovanni. A male’s voice came over the radio, shocking her.
She tried to pull back, but Giovanni continued to kiss her, one hand shaping the nape of her neck, holding her head tilted to his while his other hand explored the full curve of her breasts, the valley between, each nipple, tugging and rolling while she gasped at the streaks of jagged lightning streaking through her bloodstream to pool low in her body. Her sex clenched and throbbed. She curled her palm over his heavy erection, while she rode his thigh, desperate for release.
Get out of there, man, Harvey is heading your way.
Giovanni sighed into her mouth. He lifted his head as his fingers stroked her breast slowly, one last time. “Baby, we’ve got to stop. The owner of the garage is on his way, and we don’t want to be caught here.”
She tried to move, but her body felt limp, hot and needy. She closed her eyes, desperate to find air, while her sex wept with hunger. Very, very gently, he lifted her off of him and placed her back into her seat. Leaning around her, he caught her seat belt and snapped it back in place. She hadn’t known he’d taken it off her in the first place. Or maybe she had. She couldn’t think clearly, her mind absolute chaos. All she could think about was reaching into his lap, taking down his zipper and straddling him.
“Baby, help me out.”
It was said with a husky groan. Sexy. Almost as desperate for her as she felt for him. Almost. But he’d already adjusted his seat and was pulling the car out of the garage, able to function while she was still having a full body meltdown.
“I’m just sitting here.” To emphasize how good she was being, or to keep herself from unzipping his trousers, she threaded her fingers together and locked them that way until her knuckles turned white.
“You’re looking at me like you want to devour me.”
“I do.” She wasn’t going to lie. If he wanted a demure, sweet woman, he had the wrong girl. She grew up on a ranch. She knew about sex. Need. Hunger. Right now, he’d taken her higher than she ever dreamed a body could go. She wanted all the way with him.
She looked up at his face, all those sensual lines carved so deeply. He looked like sex and sin incarnate. She touched her tongue to her lower lip. “I want to see what you look like. Feel the weight of you in my palm. I want to taste you. Kissing you, I wondered if your cock would taste as good as your mouth.” She watched in fascination as his erection grew even larger, and he had to shift his body just a little as he drove down the little alley to the corner where he waited for a car to flash lights before turning onto the street.
“You’re making me crazy on purpose.”
“Maybe. You made me that way and then just left me hanging, so turnabout is fair play.” She sent him a small smile. He’d certainly made her forget about the fact that her home had been invaded and she didn’t want to go there.
“You know I’m going to retaliate.”
“You would have anyway and this way I get to have a little fun.” Deliberately, she leaned toward his lap as if she might actually carry out her threat. “It’s all I can do just to keep from unzipping you and swallowing you down.” His cock jerked beneath his trousers, and she couldn’t help the satisfied smile. She reached over and stroked her fingers over the hard length. She felt the heat right through the material and her sex clenched again. “Not in the city, though, you couldn’t keep us on the road.”
“Is that a challenge?”
She loved the intensity of his hunger. His voice had dropped to a growl, the sound sending a little shiver down her spine. She liked being in control. When he was kissing her, she was out of control. Here, she skated that edge. She’d never done anything so daring as she was contemplating. A little, wicked voice kept whispering to her, urging her on.
“Maybe.”
“You’re playing with fire.”
“We’re on a very public street. Sooner or later you have to get back on the main street with all the streetlights. Stop signs. It isn’t like you could keep the car under control.”
“And if I’m willing to accept the challenge?”
“I’d be in trouble if you lost control.”
“We both would be.” He turned his head to look at her.
Her entire body went into meltdown again. The tension coiled so tightly in her jerked at her sex, just from the look on his face. She’d never seen anything or anyone look so darkly sensual. So completely wicked. So beautifully masculine. She couldn’t help herself. She caught at his zipper and slowly, watching his face the entire time, slid it down.
A muscle ticked in his jaw. His breath caught. Another groan escaped. “Baby, you’d better stop playing around.”
She didn’t want to play anymore. She wanted her mouth on him. Some part of her knew she was being crazy, she barely knew him, but he made her that way. She’d never met anyone with such animalistic sexuality. Everything about him called to her. She wet her lips again, tugged at her seat belt to give herself room, realized it wasn’t going to work and undid it. She was a rule follower and that gave her a thrill. She never did anything like this, and right now, having him in her mouth was all she could think of.
She pushed down his underwear, shorts made of the same material as his suit. His cock sprang free and her breath caught in her throat. He was beautiful. A little intimidating. She wasn’t certain how much of him she could take, but she wanted to try. She wanted to claim every delicious inch of him.
She didn’t think about anything else but the way her body was on fire and the fact that he wanted her so much. She didn’t care where they were, only that she wante
d to keep feeling the way she was. It didn’t allow for anything else to slip in and freak her out. She couldn’t take much more going wrong. For just these next few minutes, her mind and body would be solely occupied with hot, perfect sex.
Sasha licked up his shaft, wanting to feel him, get to know his cock intimately. She liked how hot he was, how heavy he felt. His heartbeat throbbed through the long vein. His girth was a little intimidating, but it was part of the challenge. She tasted the pearly drops leaking and thought of his taste as an aphrodisiac. A little salty, but mostly the same addicting spice as his skin when she licked at it.
She used one hand to stabilize herself in the moving car, the other fisted him at the base and she licked around him, getting him wet. Very wet. Very slowly she began to take him into her mouth, sucking on the velvet head, her tongue running under the crown, flicking and teasing that sweet little spot that made his body shudder. She smiled, knowing she was getting to him in spite of his steady driving.
Giovanni wanted to pull over and savor the feel of her hot, moist mouth surrounding him like a tight fist. So scorching hot. She sucked at him hard, then released him and changed the tempo. She was humming, a soft little tune that was muffled by the hard cock in her mouth, but that melody vibrated through him, sending shock waves to his groin.
He’d never felt anything like it in his life. He couldn’t help but drop one hand to her head, holding her there, not wanting it to stop, even when they came to a red light and anyone might see into the car. He didn’t want her aware of where they were in the city. He wanted her mouth on him, sucking hard, running up and down his shaft, taking him deep, so deep he touched her throat, and then she was swirling her tongue around his shaft and teasing the underside of the crown as she came up for air. Every movement sent hot pleasure swamping his body in waves.
She obviously enjoyed what she was doing, moving on him, her fingers dancing over his balls, rolling gently, squeezing, sliding back up to fist his cock, all the while her mouth sliding or sucking or her tongue fluttering and dancing. She never stopped and there was no way to get his balance, or maintain his control, not when he had to keep part of his mind on driving. He was extremely disciplined. He’d been taught at an early age to be disciplined. She was sucking that out of him every time she took him deep.
It took everything in him not to force her head down on him, so that she swallowed him whole. There was a strange roaring in his head. Thunder crashed in his ears. His body tightened. He hadn’t lasted long at all. His balls drew tight, his seed boiling hot, ready to erupt. He knew he had to warn her he wasn’t going to be able to stop. He had to make it to the next stoplight before he did. He couldn’t let a release burst so ferociously out of him while driving in traffic.
He tried to tap her head, even as he wrapped her hair around his fist and held her down. He thought he heard her laugh, but it came out muffled, and the vibrations sent shock waves through his shaft. The next light was green, and he let her breathe. “Baby, I’m going to blow.” He managed to get the words out. Even as he said them, his hand was already applying a little pressure, desperate to feel her mouth again.
She licked at the crown and then swallowed him down. This time the squeezing around his shaft was tremendous. Almost a vise. He felt his cock pulse. Jerk. The light went yellow and he slowed the vehicle, wanting to roar his happiness at something that ordinarily would have annoyed him. The moment the car halted, he closed his eyes because his vision was blurred, colors bursting behind his eyes. He savored the way the pleasure seemed to sweep up his legs, swirl in his balls, rocketing through his shaft until his cock jerked and pulsed, blasting hot seed right down her throat.
It was ecstasy. In a fucking car. Ecstasy. He couldn’t breathe it was so good. He didn’t realize at first that he had thrown his head back and shouted to the night, roaring right along with his cock. His hand was fisted in her hair, holding her there while she drank him down. It took effort to force his fingers to let go of the handful of hair. When he did, she came up for air and then began to lick at him, cleaning him off to ensure no drop touched his clothes.
When he could think, he glanced around and saw the truck next to him, the driver staring down at the back of Sasha’s head in his lap. He shielded her with one hand, making certain she didn’t sit up, so the driver couldn’t see her face. In that moment, he knew for certain that Sasha was the one for him. He would never have cared about a man seeing what a woman did or didn’t do. That was up to her, not him.
“Baby, don’t move until the car is going,” he cautioned when he felt her start to sit up.
She used the time to cover his cock with his shorts and then zip up his trousers. The light changed and they sped off. Sasha sat up slowly, reaching for her seat belt.
“Dio, Sasha, that was insane. Perfection. I’ve never felt quite like that.”
“Good.” She sent him a grin. “I like the way you taste.”
“That’s a good thing, because instead of an alarm waking me in the mornings, when we’re living together, I’ll be hoping that’s how you’ll wake me.”
She laughed and pulled down the mirror above the window so she could inspect her lips. The tip of her tongue touched the corner and then her finger did. “You’re big. I can’t take all of you.”
“You didn’t have to.” He reached over and took her hand. “Are you damp for me? Slick? Hot?”
She nodded. “Very much so.”
“I hate that I can’t do anything about it right now. But you could. We’re about seven minutes out. I could make a circle if you’d need more time.” He couldn’t keep the excitement out of his voice. “Undo your jeans, baby. Just push them down enough to give yourself room.”
She glanced out the window. He had turned off the main road to use one of the less traveled streets. It was a little darker and only two lanes so no one could be next to them. “If I do, it’s going to make you hot all over again. We could be at this all night.”
“I’m good with that. I want you taken care of. In fact, baby, push your jeans down a little more and turn your body toward me. Put one foot up on the seat, and let your knees fall open.” The idea made him hard all over again. He wanted to see her. He liked her like this. A little wanton, unashamed of her sexuality, willing to be adventurous. He wanted to eat her up. He didn’t have the luxury of doing that when he was driving, but he could get a little taste.
“You can’t possibly …”
“I want to devour you, eat you alive, but I’ll do the next best thing.” He grinned at her, holding up his hand. He had big hands and his fingers were thick. “First you. I want to see you. Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
“I have this toy …” Her voice was wicked.
He groaned. “We’re putting that on the list. From now on, we’re carrying a toy in our cars. Maybe several of them. In fact, I think we need to go to an adult store on the way home.”
“We have a list?” She slowly slid her zipper down and then began to push her jeans and panties over her skin, leaving her hips bare. Her tight little curls were platinum blond, like her hair. She pushed the jeans down farther, baring her thighs, giving her enough room to draw one knee up so she could plant her foot on the seat.
He found it was much more difficult to drive with her body open to him than it had been when her mouth was around his cock. Well, it was a toss-up. She let her knees fall open as she took her finger and thumb, slowly circling the tiny little hooded bud and then pushing a finger deep. His mouth watered. He swore under his breath, and she smiled. It was pure seduction.
“You’re a holy terror, Sasha,” he accused. “And we definitely have a list.”
She licked at her finger, her eyes on his face. His cock jerked hard in his trousers. He hadn’t expected the temptress, but he should have. She had fire in her. Passion. She might hide it, but it still smoldered just beneath the surface. He liked to play, and with her, he found playing not just for the end result, but for the fun-filled journey.
“Someday, I’m going to put jewelry on you, and you’re going to be in my car wearing nothing else and I’m going to do everything I want to your body.”
“You’ll be driving. I don’t have your discipline,” she objected, leaning forward, extending her arm to share her glistening fingers with him.
“I’ll have a driver, make him drive us all over the city.”
She laughed softly, her eyes darkening as he drew her finger into his mouth. “You like cars, don’t you?”
“Cars and you. Perfect combination. Push your T-shirt up so I can see your nipples.”
“I’m busy. Keep your eyes on the road. You gave me seven minutes. That’s not a lot of time to get off. I like to take my time. Prolong the journey.”
His cock was raging at him again, which didn’t make sense when he’d blown so hot. He wanted to be alone with her back at his house. He’d promised to be a gentleman, but he had given himself the option of trying to seduce her. He’d told her kissing would be involved. He just hadn’t said where on her body that kissing was going to take place.
“You’ve got a wicked look on your face.” Her voice was strained. She threw her head back and her hips began to thrust in time with her fingers. Her thumb pressed harder.
He pushed her hand away and took over. He wanted to use his mouth, draw all that sweet honey right out of her body, but he strummed her clit and then pinched roughly, taking his eyes from the road to look at her face just for that moment. She flushed and her mouth opened, eyes darkening even more with lust. He pushed into her with a thick finger, curling deep, finding her sweet spot, hearing her ragged breathing as he began pumping in and out of her slick sheath.
He added a second finger, stretching her, hearing her gasp. He flicked her clit, wishing he was sucking on her and could use his teeth. Her breathing was musical, the sound coming from her throat spurring him to be ruthless with his fingers. He couldn’t see her, not when he was driving, so he kept up the work until he saw the parking garage he needed. At once he swept into it, still using his fingers on her.
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