Sinful Desire

Sophie leaned back in the passenger seat, lowered the window, and let the wind whip through the car until he turned a corner at a lookout halfway up the mountain road and pulled the gleaming silver beast to a stop.

He cut the engine and stared at the windswept woman by his side. Maybe he wasn’t a liar. Maybe he was simply a man who hadn’t yet told the whole truth. There’d be time for that. When he needed to offer it up. Then it hit him — he was thinking about the next time with her, and maybe even the one after that. Which wasn’t like Ryan at all. He didn’t move beyond short-term, so why was his brain thinking differently?

He had no answers, only a stark certainty inside him that he wanted this woman all to himself.

“Do you like the way she handles the curves?” Sophie asked, patting the dashboard.

“So fucking much,” he said then nodded to her door. “Wait for me.”

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, tilting her head, locking her eyes with his and saying everything in her gaze. His breath stopped short at the way she looked at him. So guileless.

He never thought he’d been waiting for anyone. Given the walls he’d erected and the foundation of privacy he built his life on, he never imagined he’d be captivated this quickly. But Sophie had him bewitched—from her beauty to her spirit to her wide-open heart.

Maybe he had been waiting for her.

His muscles tightened. Something that felt like fear raced through him—the fear of feeling something.

But goddammit, he didn’t want to think about matters of the heart.

The physical was so much easier.

The physical paid better dividends.

He walked behind the car then opened her door, offering his hand.

“Get out of the car and show me,” he said, issuing a command. “Show me how you look in my gift.”

Sophie’s eyes widened, and she unhooked her seat belt in one second. Damn, this woman loved to be told what to do, and he loved being the one to do it.

He tugged her out and spun her around, lining her back against his front. Sex. Contact. Connection. He needed it to wipe his mind of all the dangerous little details he kept locked up. He moved her body closer to the hood of the car. He tested the metal with his palm — warm not too hot. “Bend over.”

She placed her hands on the hood, and flattened her back. My God, she took orders like a dream. “Raise your skirt for me.”

She reached a hand behind her and grabbed the orange hem. She lifted it up and a groan ripped from his throat when he saw her in the panties he’d bought for her.

The hottest item of clothing in all of creation.

“Nothing has ever looked better on any woman in the world,” he said, as he fell to his knees in the dirt, and pressed his face against her rear. He flicked his tongue through one of the crisscross sections that exposed her creamy white flesh, and she gasped. He gripped her cheeks in his hands, squeezing her as he smothered her barely-covered bottom in kisses. Oh, the things he wanted to do to her. The ways he wanted to touch her with his tongue, fingers, and his cock. Lick her, touch her, fuck her, and taste her.

His dick throbbed in his pants, begging to be set free, to be inside her gorgeous body.

“They were made for you,” he whispered as he worshipped her ass with his lips, and she squirmed under his touch, rocking her body back into him. He licked the outline of one of the diamonds, flicking the tip of his tongue over her skin, and she moaned his name.

“I bet you’re soaked right now,” he said, in a hungry voice.

“I bet you’re right,” she answered in between erratic breaths.

The world around them was dark and quiet. There was only the slightest rustle of an evening breeze. They were all alone on the turnout at the side of the road, and he was going to fuck her good and hard.

He slid his fingers between her legs and groaned when he felt how damp she was. Nothing was better in the entire universe than when a woman responded to a man like this. Her body told him everything—from the way she stretched her arms, to how her belly pressed flat to the metal, to how her ass was raised in the air, the skirt all bunched up by her hips.

She wanted him. She gave herself freely, and he was utterly consumed with a deep and potent longing for Sophie. He’d intended to fuck her, but with his face so close to her sweet center, he decided on an appetizer first. “Don’t move,” he said, as he pulled the panel of her panties to the side. Keeping her in place would keep him in control of this ravenous desire that raged inside him. “Stay still as I eat you.”

“I won’t move,” she answered, digging her heels into the ground.

He stared between her legs, where she glistened. His breath came fast as raw desire overtook him. “You’re so fucking delicious,” he said, then licked.