A slow grin spread across his face. “Off the bike.”
She mocked a frown as he pulled her up. “Shame. I was hoping we could do it here after all.”
He dismounted the bike and helped her down, then shrugged off his pack and tugged out several coils of soft rope. “You okay with this?” he asked, dangling them over her head.
Lana stared at the ropes. It had been so long. And the last time…the first time…the only time… Did she trust him enough to do this?
She studied him—silent, patient, waiting for her answer. Although he still had the same dry sense of humor, he’d lost the edge that had kept him up every night worrying over his latest case. He had been seduced by the outlaw biker ethos, taking to the freedom from social constraints as if he’d been born to it. He wore his leathers like a second skin, rode like there was no tomorrow and talked the talk better than she ever did. The biker world had unleashed the wild side she’d only glimpsed when they were together two years ago. Exciting. Dangerous.
James touched her cheek and smiled, all crinkled eyes and boyish charm. “It’s up to you, babe. I’m just as happy to fuck you the old-fashioned way.”
Lana snorted. “So romantic. When you put it that way, how can I say no?” Her evening had been full of risks. Why not take another?
James’s eyes glittered in the moonlight. “Romance has nothing to do with how bad I want to be inside you.”
“James?”
“Babe?”
“Best keep quiet. Now is not the time for crude biker charm.”
Chuckling, he tossed his jacket on the ground and then knelt in front of her. With practiced ease, he unfastened her leather trousers and slid them over her hips, greeting each inch of exposed skin with a feathered kiss. Then he eased her down.
“I don’t suppose you have any other clothing, maybe even a picnic blanket.” She tried and failed to repress a giggle. “Although I’m nice and cozy on top, my ass is on the grass and it’s not feeling the love.”
With a snort of laughter, James stripped off his shirt and tucked it underneath her. Then he eased her arms over her head and tied her wrists together. “If you move, you’ll be a sorry girl.”
“The kind of sorry I like?” She looked up at him, a dark shadow in the night.
“The kind of sorry that happens when you move and I tie you to a tree instead.”
She sighed a dejected “oh” and then yelped when he delivered a stinging slap to her thigh.
“Of course the kind of sorry you like,” he rumbled as he bent her legs one at a time and positioned her feet in the grass. “Now open for me.”
Softened by liquid lust, Lana dropped her knees to her sides, her body arching upward to take the strain. Apprehensive anticipation ratcheted through her. She was totally open to him. Vulnerable. Her body and her heart…her soul.
James’s firm hands traced lazy circles along her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her throbbing center. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her mound, his breath teasing over her swollen clit. Lana moaned and rocked her hips, seeking more than just his breath.
“Stay still,” he warned, “or I might have to restrain your legs too.” His fingers stroked through her folds, parted her, and then he pressed one finger inside.
Her hips lifted and she gasped, her muscles tensing as she fought the urge to wail and thrash around.
“Not easy keeping still, is it?” His thumb moved over her clit, spreading her moisture around and around in maddening circles, but never where she needed it to be.
“I need to move,” she whispered.
“Not allowed, babe. Keeping still focuses the mind, heightens your pleasure. All that energy has to go somewhere.”
He thrust a second finger inside her, hard and deep. Her strangled cry only seemed to encourage him. He added a third finger, stretching her, filling her, until she was stiff and trembling and willing to answer any question, do anything, if he would just give her release.
Which, apparently, had been his plan all along.
“What aren’t you telling me?” He withdrew his fingers, leaving her aching with need.
Through shallow breaths, she groaned, “You only had ten questions.”
He leaned over and drew a nipple into his mouth. His hot, wet tongue sent her right to the edge, and she stifled a groan of frustration. “Now. Please. Now.”
His eyes darkened and he licked his lips. “Soon. You need to answer the bonus questions first.”
He continued to tease. His fingers curled inside her again and stroked along the sensitive tissue of her inner walls. Then he really began his assault, alternating the stroke of his fingers inside her with the lick of his tongue on her nipples, teasing her until she was trembling violently.