His breath became a harsh whisper. Shoving my skirt up, his face stopped near one knee, and slowly began kissing up it.
I didn't know whether to love him or hate him just then. Thinking about the glorious bastard moving between my legs with other girls made me see red. But he'd said it was me on his mind, the whole damned time, and he'd said it with such a storm in his voice I knew it was true.
My fight died the second he sucked at my inner thigh.
His hands moved above his head, aggressively plumping my breast through my shirt. The other grazed my * several times, sliding through the sopping wet center, brushing my clit for a split second every time.
Joker's stubble needled my skin like nails. Everything collided here.
The good and the bad. The rational and the senseless. All my better instincts, wiped out in one flash by his heat, his kiss, his promises in every deeply sexual movement.
No, make that flashes, plural.
I saw lightning when his mouth moved up again. He growled, stopping with his lips next to my core, pouring molten breath all over it in the worst tease I'd ever had.
My fingernails fought, scratching through his leather and his t-shirt. Slowly opening, my eyes went down, and caught the raging desire in his bright hazel eyes.
“Lay the fuck back, woman,” he growled, reaching for my thighs with both hands, pulling them apart. “I ain't saying another word 'til your hot little cunt's blown itself up on my face several times. There's no going back once you feel this tongue. I ain't going back – I'm swallowing every drop. I own you tonight. This night and maybe every last fuckin' night you've got here on Earth...”
Shit, shit. He made me believe.
My heart banged in my chest. Almost caused me to pass out when he finally made good on what he promised.
His lips moved, planting one more kiss on my right thigh, moving to the center. Then his tongue was in me, sliding through my folds – so much more direct than it had been before.
My legs began shaking, and never stopped as his rough licks quickened. His tongue lashed me there again and again, going a little deeper every time.
“Damn!” I sputtered, already seeing the stars in the sky multiply. Except the new ones were hot red, just like the hellfire I imagined pumping in my blood.
Joker's elbows pinned my thighs. His hands moved to my center, pulling me open, all the better for those licks to land deeper, deeper, so fucking deep my insides clenched like a vise before the hot release hit me.
I screamed into the night when I came.
His lips wrapped around me and his tongue found my clit. All about a split second before I started coming my brains out, bucking and riding his face, wondering how the hell he could keep going with me thrashing underneath him.
Oh, but this man was strong. A beast wrapped in his tattoos, his leather, his cocky attitude that turned panties into ashes.
Mine were just a distant memory as I gave it up to his mouth. He licked, sucked, and pulled at my clit with his tongue, holding it between his teeth, holding down my center with nothing more than his rough, gorgeous face.
Was he seriously growling the whole way through it, making me feel his feral energy echoing in my body? Yes, God yes, he was.
I came even harder. I'd never expected my first time to be with someone who was more animal than man, wilder than the fierce country wind beginning to kick up around us.
The tall grasses on the hillside blew, tickling my face. One more sensation I couldn't handle with the dynamite going off inside me.
I never realized how numb my fingers were until he finally eased off. He lifted himself off me, slowly devouring me with his eyes, giving me the look. That one made me believe his utter crap about how he owned me tonight.
Made me believe that maybe, maybe, he wouldn't walk away when this was all through. But I knew better.
It started to get the best of me before he pushed his lips on mine, still slick with my juices.
He kissed me, pulling me onto his lap, his hands roaming my body again. This time, they were more deliberate, dragging away the rest of my clothes one piece at a time. He undid my blouse, kiss by kiss, growling when it fell off my shoulders.
My bra popped like nothing underneath his fingers. Free breasts felt his fingers for the first time, and he stopped to suck one nipple, lightly rolling it against his tongue, teasing me.
“Please!” I whimpered, scratching at his neck.
No more. I couldn't take this, the anticipation, the piecemeal way he played my body like a damned fiddle.
If this was a warm up, then it worked. I was hotter than the summer sun, taught and limber, ready to do anything and everything to feel him deep inside me.
Growling, he tightened his teeth around my nipple, quickening his tongue strokes. He used the way I melted, surrendering totally, to push me flat underneath him again.