He slowed them down, kissing her softer, and gazed into her eyes. “Catch your breath, darlin’, because we’re not nearly done.”
He dropped to one knee, removing her sneakers and socks, and stripped her bare from the waist down. He took his time kissing his way up her trembling legs. Her skin was silky, warm, and so damn sweet, when he reached her upper thigh, her glistening sex there for the taking, he kissed all around those sensitive lips. She writhed and moaned.
“Lick me,” she panted out.
He slicked his tongue along her wetness, taking his first taste of her, and holy hell. She was sweeter than honey, more addicting than life itself. Fighting the urge to devour her, he tore off her shirt and bra and lifted her onto the hood of the shiny black Chevelle. His gaze moved slowly over her, drinking her in. She wore only that sexy black choker. Her hair tumbled over her breasts. Her skin was flushed, lips swollen from their rough kisses, nipples pink from his teeth. His gaze traveled lower to the slick sexiness between her legs. “Fuck, baby. You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.”
Her lips tipped up. “What’re you going to do with me now that you have me here?”
“Whatever the hell I want.” He ran his hands up her thighs and squeezed, his cock twitching behind his zipper.
She reached for his belt, but he moved her hands to his chest.
“Not yet, darlin’. I’m still hungry.” He spread his hands on her upper thighs, teasing her sex with his thumbs, one at her center, the other on that magical bundle of nerves that had her chest heaving with her ragged inhalations.
“Dare,” she pleaded, arching toward him.
“I’ve waited a lifetime to do this to you right here, and I’m not going to rush.” His mouth came slowly down over hers, kissing her sensually, still teasing her down below, adding more pressure where she needed it most as he intensified their kisses. Building her up until she was shaking with need. Then he bit her lower lip, tugging as he drew back.
“Get back here.” She grabbed his shirt, yanking him into another passionate kiss.
He’d never been with a woman who could turn him on the way she could with nothing more than her take-what-I-want attitude and that smart mouth of hers.
He kissed his way down her neck, over the swell of her breasts, slowing to tease her nipples. She clung to his arms, alluring sounds sailing from her lips as he kissed, licked, and sucked his way down her body. She leaned back on her palms as he grabbed her hips, nipping at one, then kissing a path to the other, and hauled her to the edge of the hood. She went down on her elbows as he spread her legs wide and buried his mouth between them.
“Holy…Oh God…Don’t stop.” She clawed at the hood of the car.
She tasted sweet, salty, and so fucking good, he couldn’t get enough. He spread her legs wider, licking, sucking, and taking his fill. He grazed his teeth over her clit, and she bowed off the hood. He slicked his tongue along her sex, bringing his fingers into play as he feasted on her, earning one plea after another. She writhed against his mouth, clinging to the hood of the car as he took her right up to the edge, then slowed his efforts, leaving her whimpering and begging for more. He knew he’d hear those pleas in his dreams and gave her what she needed. He pushed his fingers into her tight heat and brought his mouth to her clit, working her into a moaning, rocking frenzy. His name flew from her lips like a prayer as she surrendered all restraint, hips bucking, sex clenching as her orgasm ravaged her. He stayed with her, savoring every pulse of her body, every moan and rock of her hips. When she collapsed onto her back, he came down over her, cradling her in his arms, and kissed her breathless.
“Jesus, Dare,” she panted out. “You need to patent your mouth.”
He laughed. “Wait until you ride my dick. Come on, darlin’. We’re going inside for this ride.”
She pressed her hand to her chest. “Give me a second. My legs aren’t working yet.”
“When I’m done with you, you won’t remember how to talk, either.” He lifted her into his arms, guiding her legs around his waist, and headed out of the garage.
“Dare. I can walk.”
“How about putting that mouth to better use.”
Her lips came hungrily down to his as he carried her into his rustic, three-bedroom cabin, across the scuffed and worn floors into his bedroom. He tore the blanket down to the foot of the bed and lowered them to the sheets. Their mouths fused together, teeth gnashing, tongues battling, bodies grinding, desire pulsing in the air around them. He needed to get undressed, but he didn’t want to miss a second of kissing and touching her. Every swipe of their tongues drove his need deeper. Every sensual noise stoked the inferno inside him. When he finally broke the kiss, she pulled him back for more. He’d always known they’d be explosive together, but this…
Real life was far better than fantasy.
“I need to be inside you,” he said between ravenous kisses.
“You need to strip for me.” Her eyes narrowed. “I want to see that bar dance up close and personal.”
“I’ve got you, baby.” He pushed from the mattress, took off his shoes and socks, and pulled his wallet from his back pocket, tossing it on the nightstand. Then he queued up a playlist on his phone that started with “You Can Leave Your Hat On” by Joe Cocker and put his phone by his wallet. His hips rocked to the beat as he pulled off his shirt and swung it around over his head.
“Woo-hoo!” Billie sat up in all her naked glory, swaying her shoulders to the music as he tossed his shirt to the floor.
He tugged her up to her feet, and their eyes locked—and smoldered. He took her hand and put it on the button of his shorts, thrusting slowly as she opened and unzipped them. He moved her hands to his ass, gathering her against him, their hips moving in perfect sync as their mouths came together in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands slid down to her ass, and he held on tight, earning more sensual, eager sounds. He pushed his fingers between her legs, intensifying their kisses as his fingers entered her slick center. Her forehead fell to his chest with a sigh, her shoulders and hips still moving to the beat. So fucking sexy.
“Get your mouth back here,” he growled.
She lifted her head, and her eyes flamed. She kissed him hard as he teased and taunted, masterfully sending her careening over the edge of ecstasy again. He held her mouth to his, her inner muscles clenching around his fingers. His cock throbbed with anticipation. When their lips parted, she clung to him, panting, and rested her forehead on his chest again. He’d wanted her to open up to him for so long, he could hardly believe they were finally here. He lifted her chin, kissing her softly, and held her there to watch as he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “Mm-mm. So damn sweet. I just found my new favorite treat.”
He kissed her again, and he didn’t miss a beat, going right back into his striptease as “Somethin’ Bad” by Miranda Lambert and Carrie Underwood began playing. Billie stayed with him, dirty dancing as he stepped out of his shorts and boxer briefs and kicked them across the room. She eyed his cock hungrily, her eyes widening.
“Damn, Whiskey. I thought I’d imagined that glorious creature.” She grabbed his hips, kissing her way south.
Fuck yeah.