I knew she did.
“I want to make you feel more than safe,” I murmured against her lips.
She whimpered this incredible sex-kitten sound that went straight to my cock, and I kissed her again. I pulled her right off her seat, yanking her on top of me.
She straddled me on her knees as we made out.
I pushed her jacket off her shoulders and threw it in the backseat. Then I ran my hands up her body. I peeled her mesh shirt up and ripped it off over her head. I cupped her breasts through her lacy hot-pink bra and squeezed as her mouth crashed down on mine again.
She moaned into our kiss, her hands digging into my hair, and my heart thudded in my chest. It had officially thawed and was now on high boil. My body flooded with heat. With hormones, pheromones, fucking adrenaline. I felt high and fucking dizzy as she kissed me.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against me and kissing her deeper.
She shoved herself down on my aching hard-on and I groaned. She started rubbing her pussy against me, up and down, through our clothes, and I fucking shuddered.
I slid my hands down over her ass in her satin pants and squeezed, as I tried to grind myself into her. But fuck, it was cramped in here. I tried to push my aching dick up against her as she ground down on me, but it wasn’t enough. I didn’t have much leg room to maneuver.
For once… maybe I’d just have to let her drive.
I broke our kiss and told her in a gruff voice, “Wish I could take you somewhere…”
Summer pushed my head back and looked into my eyes. “I want to take you right here.”
Chapter Nineteen
Summer
Holy. Hotness.
My stoic alpha bodyguard had finally given up on the whole improper thing—and fucking kissed me.
And holy hell, could Ronan Sterling kiss.
My head was spinning. The world was tilting haphazardly on its axis and everything was falling to pieces around me as his hands strayed over my body, pulling at my clothes… a soft growl in his throat as I buried my tongue in his mouth… then bit his juicy lip.
I wanted to eat him alive.
I wanted to get naked with him. Right the fuck now.
When I unhooked my bra and flung it off, my naked breasts bouncing in his face, his eyes went wide and his mouth fell open.
Oh, yeah. He wanted me.
I dove back in, kissing him like I couldn’t get enough, because I couldn’t. The man had been totally fucking full of it with all the “I’m just here to do my job” bullshit.
He wanted to do me.
I could feel the urgency in him, in the rock-hard mountain in his jeans. My clit was all over it and I was already halfway to orgasm. My whole body was on fire.
His heart was slamming. I could feel that, too.
“Clothes… off…” I gasped between kisses as I pulled at his jacket… but he seemed more interested in getting me naked.
It wasn’t easy to get my boots and tight pants off in the cramped space, but somehow we managed—while kissing, licking, and sucking on each other all the way. Mouth, face, neck… we were all over each other.
Then he gripped my hips and jerked me, wearing nothing but my skimpy panties, into that rock hard gift in his pants—and pleasure exploded through my pussy.
He was suddenly gentle with his kisses… and a total savage with the rest, dragging my clit over his hungry erection until sparks ignited in my eyes. “Jesus…” I hissed through my teeth. I whispered all kinds of dirty, half-formed words against his throat as he dug a big hand into my panties and slid a finger along my wet, throbbing flesh.
My whole pussy spasmed with want.
Holy fuck, I wanted him.
In me.
Right now.
I reached to undo his jeans, and he panted, “I don’t have a condom, Summer.”
I ignored that, peeling his jeans open and clawing them down. He lifted his hips, helping me work them and his underwear down. Then I peeled my panties down, and he helped me strip them off.
I grabbed his long, deliciously thick erection in my hands and squeezed. Oh Christ, that was sexy. His silky-smooth, hot skin in my hands… He groaned, low in his throat, his head falling back on the seat. His hands rested on my bare hips. And I fucking loved that he was letting me do this.
The big, strong alpha was letting me drive this, letting me take control.
My heart was racing, I wanted this so bad.
I needed this.
“I don’t want a condom,” I said, rubbing my thumb over his slit and smearing his pre-come over his plump, smooth head. “I’m on the pill. You pull out. You tell me you’re clean right now, I take you at your word.” I grabbed his throat, gently, and looked into his eyes. “And that means you’re mine. You slide into me right now, and this body is mine and no one else’s.” I ran my hand down his chest, and pushed up his shirt to run my fingers over the thick ridges of his six-pack.
He gripped the back of my neck and pulled me in roughly. He kissed me as he hissed, “Yes. I’m clean. I’ll pull out. I’ll do whatever you say.”
Oh fuck, he did not just say that.
I was drunk on it.
I pushed on his chest to leverage myself into position while he fisted his cock, lining it up so I could devour him with my pussy. As his thick cockhead pierced my wet opening, he hissed, then growled as I pushed down on him. “Summer…” He ground out my name, and when I looked in his eyes, the man was gone.
He was lost between my thighs as I pushed my way down, letting him fill me.
Then I caught my breath, angled my hips a bit so my clit would rub against his warm skin, and I pumped my hips against him, fucking him. Hungrily and fast. I used my weight to really slam down on him, and he grit his teeth.
His fingers dug into my ass and his tongue sought my breasts as they bobbed in front of his face. He licked me and sucked on my nipples as I rode him, and he slapped my ass, gently a couple times, squeezing.
I was totally naked on top of him, he was still dressed… and as he groaned with pleasure, I’d never felt so fucking sexy in my life.
His big, strong hands… his big body beneath me, making me stretch my knees wide… Christ, he was an animal. A tamed animal, in this moment… letting me have my way with him as he groaned and grunted with every thrust.
I couldn’t get enough.
“Yeah, baby… Fuck, that’s good,” he growled, helpless.
I pulled his hair so his head snapped back. I looked in his eyes. They were sex-drunk, and I kissed him deeply. We were fused at mouth and sex, and I never wanted to let go. I wanted to suck him dry… and then do it again.
I wanted to make him come.
I wanted him to lose that tight control he always had over himself and everything around him. I wanted to drive him to orgasm, make his body rock and tremble and explode with pleasure that he couldn’t control.
So I kept fucking him, harder. His dick was like velvet-coated steel, and the way he was breathing, there was no way he could hold on very long.
“Babe…” He squeezed my hips, trying to slow me, but now I was fucking drunk—on his pleasure. I couldn’t stop. “Sweetheart, slow down,” he practically begged me.
“Don’t… wanna…” I gasped between kisses as I plundered his mouth.
He kinda chuckled into our kiss and slapped my ass again. “Then you better keep up with me,” he growled.
He shifted his hips, sliding down a few inches in the seat, taking me, impaled on his dick, with him. The new angle dropped me tighter against him and gave my clit all the feels as I dragged back and forth, riding him a little slower. I had to slow down now and catch my breath.
It was getting fucking hot in here.
“Look at us, keeping warm…” I panted over him.
He licked his lip as he watched me riding him. Then he shoved a thumb between us, massaging my clit—and sending shivers of pleasure through my core. I made a desperate mewling sound that he seemed to like, a lot, as my body shu
ddered and my hips lost their rhythm.
“Yeah, Summer… let’s get you off…” he muttered, as he watched his dick disappear into me again and again. I rode him slower and slower as his thumb worked its magic… those incredible, warm shivers rippling through me, building toward climax.
Then he caught my left nipple in his teeth. He sucked it slowly into his mouth and teased with his strong tongue, and I shuddered in all the right places.
Deep inside, I felt the first deep pulses of orgasm, and I gasped.
“Yeah, fuck, Summer. Come on me.”
Oh, yeah. I was not gonna last. Not gonna win this sweaty, desperate race to push him over the finish line first.
Oh well.
I squeezed down on his dick, deciding not to worry about triggering his orgasm. If he came, he could shove me off and pull out like he’d promised.
I trusted him enough, and he was strong enough.
So I just enjoyed what he was giving me… that fullness inside me… Giving in to it, my body softening, the rhythm of my hips getting looser as I flowed over the first waves… And then the lightning bolt shot right through me, gripping me, inside-out. My pussy seized on his big cock. A scream tore from me and I slammed my hand on the ceiling, pushing myself down on him. My hips bucked and he swore softly, holding his rigid, muscled body completely still.
He was holding back. Letting me finish first.
Like the gentleman he was.
I rode him wetly as my body shuddered with the pleasure. I was slippery beyond reason, with the release of all this pent-up lust I’d had, for him, for too damn long.
“Oh fucking hell,” I moaned, shimmying my hips against him a little with the aftershocks, “… that was good.” I blinked my way to seeing again; everything had gone pretty fucking galactic there for a bit.
Ronan’s face looked up at me, his brown eyes in a daze. “That was… beautiful,” he said, entranced, as his hands slid up my body and cupped my breasts. He squeezed, and I picked up the rhythm, riding him a little faster. He was still rigid, and his breathing was rough and unsteady.
“Tell me…” I said. “Tell me when you’re close, baby.”
“Yeah… fuck… now.”
I shifted off him, but instead of wrapping my hands around his dick to jerk him over the finish line, I scrambled into the other seat on my knees and leaned over him. I swallowed the head of his cock, and my hands strangled the base of his shaft; I couldn’t take all of him in my mouth. Not even close.
I could taste myself as I slid my lips down over him, wrapping my tongue around him… but I could taste him more. That salty, needy warmth as he stiffened inside me. He groaned, digging his hands into my hair. Then he squeezed my hair in his fist, pulling on it a bit as I sucked him off.
Three. Long. Sucks.
That was all it took.
Then his cock spasmed in my mouth, his hips bucked, and his pleasure erupted from deep inside. His come shot into my throat, coating my tongue in thick waves.
I swallowed it all.
He made the sexiest, most desperate growling noises, and somewhere in there, I heard my name.
I laved his shaft and his head until he was finished.
Then I came up for air, falling back on my seat.
Jesus Christ.
“Why the hell were we not doing that from day one?” I panted.
“Uh… because I’m a fucking idiot,” he said.
We both just lay sprawled and panting for a long moment.
Then it started to get cold. We looked at each other.
I fucking laughed.
Ronan kinda smirked. He still looked dazed, and his usually neat hair was nicely disheveled.
He struggled to pull his pants back up. He was fully dressed and I was buck naked. He zipped up, awkwardly, and I climbed over him and settled on his lap, sighing raggedly as I curled into his warmth.
He put his arms around me.
My heart wouldn’t stop pounding.
Holy… fuck.
That was fast and furious, and felt like foreplay for doing it again.
And again.
“Now will you admit that I’m more to you than a client?” I said dryly. I was still a wet mess, my pussy throbbing and my heart stuttering.
He took my chin in his hand and pulled my face to his. “Yeah,” he said, his voice rough with some emotion I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The man was always so guarded, I’d never seen that emotion in his eyes before. “I admit it.”
“Good. Now are you gonna take me on a date?”
He sighed, his hand drifting down my side and landing on my thigh, where it squeezed gently. “I think in public we should maintain that I’m just your bodyguard.”
He actually said that to me, with my bare tits in his face.
I drew a breath to retaliate, and he added, “For now,” then pulled me to him and kissed me so softly with his luscious, sexy mouth, that I forgot what I was about to say. “For your safety,” he murmured against my lips.
“Ugh. Unfair. When I feel so completely safe in your arms right now.”
“Good.”
“Okay, fine,” I agreed. “Out there, you’re just my bodyguard. But in here…” I ran my finger down his chest and kissed him again, lightly. “You’re mine. You are much more than my bodyguard, Ronan Sterling. You’re my fuck toy. And I get that dick of yours… and this tongue… and these hands… whenever I want them.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Does that go both ways?”
“Absolutely.”
He licked his lip, then squeezed my breast and fed it to his mouth. He gave my nipple a suck while looking in my eyes, then let his teeth graze the sensitive pink tip. My mouth fell open. A delicious shiver ran through me… and I wanted to rearrange myself in his lap so I could climb onboard his fun stick all over again.
I drifted my fingers over his chest. “How soon can we do that again?”
“Not here,” he said. He drifted a thumb tauntingly over my pulsing nipple. “We need to get your clothes on. Because if Andre comes back and sees you like this…” His eyes drifted over my sex-hazed face and down my naked body. “I’d hate to have to murder him and leave him in the woods.”
“That would be a damn shame,” I agreed. “I like Andre.”
He grumbled something that sounded like fucking guy.
I ran my fingers over his lip and kissed him again, lingering. My tongue snuck out to drift along his full lower lip. The man was pure catnip. I couldn’t stop licking him.
Or thinking about getting his cock in my mouth again…
Maybe while I was down on my knees, with him standing over me. He’d like that, wouldn’t he? Alpha that he was.
I couldn’t wait to find out…
It was so damn easy to make him come. Like a trigger just waiting to be squeezed.
Obviously, he’d wanted me long before we got down to it in this car.
I wanted to do it again.
I wanted to get him naked and figure out all the ways I could make him come.
I wriggled a little in his lap, rubbing my pussy on that tantalizing beast in his jeans. It was maybe halfway hard, but I was confident I could get him going again. And again.
There was too much lustful build-up between us to be sated with one fast, frantic screw.
“Later,” he whispered, kissing me again.
A grin spread across my lips. “Where?”
“Anywhere but here,” he promised.
Then headlights lit us up. A car was approaching on the road, from behind us, and Ronan’s eyes went wide. “Pants on. Now,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir.” I reached to casually pluck my pants off the floor and started wriggling back into them.
Secretly, I kinda loved it when he gave me orders. As long as they were sex-related.
“And put your tits away too,” he growled.
When I was too slow about it for his liking, he helped me scoop them back into my bra as I put it on. Then he stretched t
he bra cups down and snuck in a couple of final licks, his tongue swiping over each nipple.
“Tease,” I hissed, as I squirmed in his lap. But I was grinning when I said it.
I really wouldn’t mind if he teased me all day.
As long as he fucked me at the end of it.
Chapter Twenty
Ronan
The next few days were a fucking blur.
I spent most of them in bed with Summer.
It started with the several hours of sex back at the bed and breakfast in the middle of the night, in Summer’s room, where we made out like a couple of teenagers for so long my lips pretty much went numb. I kissed her all over her gorgeous body. I ate out her pussy, slowly, until I made her come.
Then I fucked her on the bed, me on top of her this time. I rammed my cock into her warmth, over and again, fucking insatiable… with her legs wrapped around me and her kisses on my skin. I made her come again, with my dick inside her, and I fucking savored every shudder and shiver of her body under mine.
When she was satisfied, I pulled out and she got me off with her hands. I came on her gorgeous tits as she lay beneath me, and I felt like a fucking god or something.
She was so gorgeous, so fucking sexy… so hot for me…
And Jesus Christ, the woman knew how to fuck.
Afterwards, we were both parched and exhausted.
We could hardly move, but somehow we managed to shower, while groping each other and making out some more.
In bed again, in the dark, our hands kept straying over each other’s naked bodies as we drifted to sleep.
When we finally dragged ourselves out of bed around eleven in the morning, just in time for checkout, Andre was already packed up and waiting for us outside. We made him drive all the way home while we half-dozed in the backseat.
He gave me a look when he dropped us off at Summer’s place, but he didn’t ask any questions.
And once we’d settled in, unpacked, ate lunch… we did it all over again.
Up against her bedroom wall, half-dressed.
On her bedroom floor, naked.
In her shower.
Day became night… Night became day again… And I’d already lost count of how many times I’d been inside Summer’s body.
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