She didn’t protest, though the metal must have been a cold shock against her skin, and he wanted suddenly to protect her from it, put his arms around her and hold her close, make her warm. But then her thighs clamped around his waist and her fingers were opening the fly of his jeans, fingers reaching inside to grab his cock. Christ, she felt so good, her hands cool against his heated skin.
“Tell me what you want, honey” she said huskily. “I’ll give it to you.”
“You,” he replied roughly. “Hot and wet. That’s all I want.”
Then he eased her back against the metal of the car and bent over her, spreading her thighs, covering her sex with his mouth. She arched, gasping. “Oh God…Luke… So good.”
And it was good. Unbelievably good. She tasted salty and sweet at the same time, as he thought she would. She was delicious and he wanted more.
He pushed inside her with his tongue, exploring her, loving the desperate sounds she made and the way her hips shifted beneath his hands.
“Keep still,” he ordered roughly against her thigh. “Think of the paintwork.”
“The paintwork? Are you freaking kidding…” But before she could get going, he went back to tasting her and the rest of whatever it had been she was going to say was lost under her soft cry. “Luke…God…”
He loved that. Loved that he could take her smart, snarky words away and render her speechless. It made him even harder than he already was.
Her hands crept into his hair, tangling and knotting. “Please. I need you inside me. Please…”
Jesus, he wasn’t going to complain.
He lifted his head, positioned himself between her thighs, then thrust deep inside the wet heat of her body.
That was good, too. Insanely good. He leaned over her, placing his hands on the bonnet on either side of her head, not noticing the paintwork. There was nothing in all the world but her. All golden hair and golden skin. Blue eyes and lush curves. She raised her arms to him, winding around his neck, lifting her hips, taking him in. Without reservation. Holding nothing back. So generous. As if he was the man she’d been waiting for all her life.
And something lonely and cold inside him responded to her. Warmed to her. He slowed down, despite the need that was hammering inside him, the urge that wanted him to go faster. Slowed down so he could watch her face. Watch all that beautiful passion move over it, watch her give in to it. Watch her let go.
She groaned, her fingernails digging into his back as she gripped on to him. “Please… Luke…now.”
He wanted that letting go, too. That wild recklessness he only ever found on a racetrack. The part of him only she had ever touched. He wanted to take some of it for himself. So he moved. Harder. Faster. Giving in to it as the pleasure wound tighter and tighter, as his breathing became ragged and broken, the empty space around them echoing with the sound.
She called his name again, her thighs gripping him like a vise, her body shifting restlessly beneath his as he forced them both higher. She clearly needed more, so he slid his hands beneath her, tilting her hips so he could go deeper. Then he eased one hand between them, down to the apex of her thighs, stroking her clit.
“Oh my God…” She gasped, then arched back on the car, the end of the word lost on a cry as her body convulsed around his. And he let go. Totally let go as the pleasure shot up his spine and exploded in his head like a firework.
His last coherent thought was that if the paintwork was damaged beyond repair it would all have been worth it. Totally and utterly worth it.
…
It took Marisa at least five whole seconds to remember where she was. Something cold and hard was at her back. Someone warm and hard at her front.
Underground garage. Ferrari. Naked. Sex. Luke.
Oh my God, Luke…
The hard warmth of the man resting against her moved and she blinked, staring up into a pair of silver eyes.
She couldn’t think of a word to say because goddamn that man had blown her freaking mind. And about every nerve in her body.
You. Hot and wet. That’s all I want.
Then he’d backed it up by taking her hard and fast and intense on the bonnet of his car, making her go up in flames. Completely.
Oh, but this man was dangerous. What had she been thinking? Well, she hadn’t, that’s what. She’d really liked the careful way he’d responded to her honesty. Not to mention when he’d told her what he wanted to do to her. Then, when he’d put his hands on her hips, she’d… Well. She’d wondered why on earth she was bothering to protest when she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
He adjusted his clothes, then his arms slid around her, gently lifting her up into a sitting position. “Are you okay?” He touched her lightly as if checking she was all there.