"I can't wait to get you underneath me." He drove one-handed, his other palm coming to rest on my thigh, thumb inching higher and higher, kneading at the flesh until I thought I might come in a scream right that very second.
"I can hardly think straight with your hands on my skin."
"That's what I had in mind." He nipped at my ear, leaning as he turned the bike left, and I registered we were almost home. To my place. To my bed.
Anticipation built inside me, my legs already quivering as the pad of his thumb inched nearer to my panties. I sucked in a breath of the cool night air, disbelieving any of this was happening right now.
And then his thumb breached my panties.
The rough scrape of his fingertip against my hot flesh was like a shot of cold water dousing my body. I clamped my teeth on my lip, thighs shaking as his thumb stroked back and forth, my pussy growing wetter with every pass. He added a second finger, working it at my entrance before sliding in smoothly, my body welcoming him with more silky hot arousal.
"I'm so fucking hard, feeling your beautiful little pussy wrapped around my finger. You are so wet, so responsive. I know you love the feel of my fingers in your pussy. You're soaked. I want to taste that pussy, Sky, I want to get drunk on that sweet juice." His words edged at my ear. "You want me inside you. Owning this sweet cunt."
Like fireworks exploding in my chest cavity, waves of release pulsed their way through every muscle I possessed. My fingers clutched at his firm biceps, shades of ink swirling across the hard muscle, as my teeth clenched down and I rode the orgasm with the help of his frantically moving hand between my legs.
"Oh my God, I've never-" I sucked in shallow breaths of air. "I can't believe-"
His grin crooked to one side as he pulled his hand from between my legs, sucking his thumb into his mouth and licking the nectar clean. "Your pussy tastes sweet, Skylar."
His words embarrassed me and turned me on in equal measure. He must have known, because his grin ticked up just as his bike began to slow down. "Which house is yours?"
Drowsy and drunk on pleasure, I hardly recognized my neighborhood, veiled in shadows.
"Uh, 331." I spat the number, unable to even think about providing direction at this moment.
A slow chuckle rumbled through his chest, sending shock waves through me. I'd never been so turned on, so sated and needy for him all at the same time.
"Welcome home, precious." His throaty voice curled around my body as he turned into my driveway. The engine flicked off, and he smiled.
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Acknowledgments
I have to thank my ever so loving and patient husband. You truly are my HEA, babe. < 3 Thank you to Aria's Assassins for keeping my fire burning. I am forever grateful for your love and cheerleading! I can't thank the ArdentProse team enough. You ladies make my life so much easier and I love you for it! To my ladies... the ladies that love to get lost in books about true and last lasting love... THANK YOU!!! Writing books you love is what keeps me going. You are my rock stars!