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Barely Undercover: Legal Heat Book 2(90)

By:Sarah Castille


“Good word.”

“Good bike.”

Laughing, he teased her other nipple until her breathing quickened and he could feel the violent thudding of her heart beneath his lips.

He ran a finger through her folds. So wet. So hot. So ready. He slicked her moisture over her clit, and she groaned and tilted her hips toward him.

“Everyone would have been watching us.” He kept his voice deliberately low, forcing her to still to hear his words. “They would have seen your beautiful body stretched out for my pleasure. They would have seen my hands baring your breasts for my mouth. They would have seen my fingers stroking your sweet pussy.”

A groan rose from deep within her throat, and her head fell back against the door.

“And they would have seen me do this.” He thrust two fingers deep inside her and covered her mouth with his, swallowing her gasp. He slicked his fingers in and out, curving them to rub against the sensitive inner walls. Her wet, heated response drove him right to the edge.

He stepped back, heaving rasping breaths as he fought for control, but it was almost impossible with Lana restrained and trembling before him. Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths; her nipples peaked with arousal; the down between her legs was a burst of flame in the dimly lit room. There was so much he wanted to do with her but, right now, he wanted her with an intensity that took his breath away. For the first time ever, he couldn’t hold out.

“And then I would have done this,” he growled, his voice hoarse with raw lust.

James shoved down his clothing and sheathed himself, then released Lana from the restraints. Muscles taut, blood pounding in his ears, he lifted her and pushed her up against the wall, ignoring the residual aches and pains in his battered body. Her legs curled around him and he wasted no time burying himself inside her warm, wet channel.

Her pleading whimper almost made him come right then. But he wanted her with him. Needed to hear her moans of pleasure. He slid his hand between them and found her swollen clit.

One touch and she stiffened in his arms. She was so close, panting, her muscles taut, her sex clenched around him. He circled and stroked, spreading her moisture, teasing her until her moans became one long whimper.

Finally, he pinched her nub with a firm, gentle pressure. “Come for me,” he whispered.

Her body arched like a bowstring and then she flew, her shriek piercing the night air, her sex spasming around him, pulling him deep.

No longer able to hold back, James gripped her hips and drove himself into her core, thrusting inside her hard and deep. Her legs tightened around his waist. Her teeth sank into his shoulder. Her muffled shrieks rose as he pounded his need into her warm, wet sheath.

Mine.

She shattered around him, called his name. The pulse of her sex sent him over the edge and his climax erupted from him in long, exquisite heated jerks.

When his heart stopped pounding, he leaned his forehead against hers and brushed kisses over the freckles dusting her cheeks.

“And then would you have done that?” she murmured

A smile ghosted his lips. “No. I would have teased you for at least another hour until you were begging me to take you. And then I would have taken you home and fucked you all night long. Some things aren’t meant to be shared.”

Lana lifted an eyebrow and her green eyes glowed warm and deep, like an emerald sea. “When can we go back?”





Lana awoke to the rumble of thunder. The warm body next to her shifted. James tightened his arm around her waist.

“Shhh. Sleep. Still dark out,” he mumbled.

“I heard something.”

“Storm.” He nuzzled the back of her neck. “Maybe we’ll be stuck here for the rest of the day. Can’t ride in the rain.”

The sound grew louder and a gasp broke free from Lana’s lips. “Motorcycles.” She wiggled from James’s grasp, raced over to the window and pulled back the curtain. High above them, on the road winding down the mountain toward the motel, she spotted a blaze of headlights.

“Fuck.” James came up behind her and pulled the curtain closed. “Get dressed and get into the car. I’ll get Jackie.”

Lana’s heart pounded against her ribs. “Maybe it’s Ryder and Kickstand and a few buddies.”

James tugged on his jeans and T-shirt, and tucked two handguns in his belt, covering them with his leather jacket.

“Not on those bikes. The Wolverines all brought cruisers. I know the sound.”

Hands shaking, Lana threw on her clothes and raced for Jackie’s car. A minute later, James and a pajama-clad Jackie ran across the pavement toward her.

“The keys,” Jackie yelled. “I left them on the table beside my bed.” She ran back to the room just as eight Wolverines swept into the parking lot.