Double Time (Sinners on Tour #5)(25)

The phone in the center of the console rang. Trey answered. "One moment. Let me see if I can get reservations at Spago."

Trey dug his cell phone out of his jeans pocket. Reagan was not dressed to rub elbows with the rich and famous. It didn't sound all that fun to her, really. Trey slid his finger down the screen of his phone looking for the right number.

"You'll never get reservations on such short notice," Reagan said.

He glanced up at her and blushed. She noticed for the first time that he had a light spattering of freckles on his nose. She wanted to kiss them all.

"I …  uh …  have connections with someone there. They always get me in."

She took his phone to make sure she had his undivided attention. "I'm impressed. Really," she said, "but honestly, I'd rather get a burger and a beer and eat while cruising around in the back of a limo. With you. Just you." She looked up at him. "But if you'd rather I behave properly in public-"

He snatched the phone out of her hand and tossed it into the seat on the opposite side of the limo. The driver's phone hit the console, and Reagan found herself buried under one hot and eager man. Heavy on the hot.

Dear Lord, the man could kiss. Trey's lips were soft yet strong against hers. He applied just the right amount of pressure and suction-rubbing with lips, caressing with tongue-to drive her mad with desire. He nipped her lower lip and then drew it into his mouth to suck it gently and soothe it with the tip of his tongue. She knew she was clinging to his back, rubbing her heat against his thigh and panting with excitement, but the incurable tease in her had gone on vacation and for a long moment she let Trey drive her to distraction without even considering pushing him away.



       
         
       
        

"Sir," a tinny voice said from somewhere in the middle of the car. "Sir! We're blocking the drive-thru."

Reagan slapped around at the console, trying to find the phone receiver. When she finally wrapped her hand around it, she turned her head to break Trey's kiss. He stared down at her, his heavy-lidded eyes partially closed, and a pulse of hot lust surged through her pussy. He seemed to be waiting for her to give him the proper cue, but all she could do was stare up at him and imagine the feel of his cock filling that hot, achy emptiness between her thighs.

"Sir, are you there?" the driver said exasperatedly. "Damned rock stars," he muttered.

Reagan lifted the receiver to her ear. "The damned rock stars would like to drive around for a while. Head north along the coast. Just keep driving. We'll let you know when to stop."

"Yes, madam," the driver said sheepishly.

She tried to hang up the phone, but she couldn't reach. Trey took the receiver and set it in its cradle. When he shifted, his cock pressed against her mound. Had he been unexcited, or even half-hard, she might have stood a chance, but he was hard as stone. She shuddered and, heaven help her, moaned. His breath caught, and his gaze shifted to her face. The sultry look he gave her set her ablaze. Trey buried both hands in her hair, tilting her head back slightly as he stared down into her eyes.

"I want to kiss every inch of you," he murmured and ground his cock against her mound. "Then I want to lick every inch. And touch. Then suck. Then fuck." He gave her hair a hard tug. "Every inch."

She wanted to shout, Yes, Trey, kiss me lick me touch me suck me fuck me, all of me, all of me! but it came out as an incoherent gasp.

"I will find all your spots. Pleasure you until you beg me to possess you. When I finally do, I'll plunge into you hard. Deep."

She could practically feel him inside her. "Fast," she gasped. "Hard and fast."

"Slow," he murmured and lowered his head to kiss her jaw. His lips scorched a trail down her throat. When he reached her collarbone, he paused. "So slow." He rubbed against her again and she spread her thighs so he slipped lower. Their clothes prevented him from surging into her body, but she felt him there, gyrating against her opening in slow, sensual arcs. "I want to make you come hard, so hard, but only after I spend hours worshipping your body."

"I bet you say that to all the girls," she said.

The light stubble on his chin was rough against her nipple as he used it to push the neckline of her tank top down. His tongue slid against the erect bud and her stomach clenched with need.

"Jealous?" he whispered, his breath teasing her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and rubbed it with circular motions of his tongue.