Thrill Ride (Black Knights Inc. #4)(81)

“Rock,” she panted, pressing back against his hand. Wanting more. Needing more. “Please.”

And, delightful man that he was, he gave her what she needed. With one hand, he reached under her braced arm to cup her breast, stroking her beaded nipple with the edge of his rough thumb. And with the other, he spread her lips, finding her entrance with two thick fingers and pressing, ever so gently but ever so surely, inside.

Three pumps was all it took. Just three forceful pumps of his fingers in and out, and she lost it.

She came hard and fast, her inner muscles squeezing and pulsing and aching. Stars danced on the backs of her eyelids, every follicle of hair on her head felt like it lifted, and she rode the waves of her orgasm with abandon. Reveling in the intense pleasure, celebrating the joy that was the human body brought to the sexual brink. And when she crested that last wave, when her body spasmed for the final time, she realized that low, keening wail that’d been filling her head was actually her.

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Good God almighty.

Rock had never been with a woman who had a hair trigger before, and he had to admit, he’d been missing out. Because watching Vanessa go off like a bottle rocket every time he touched her was sexy as hell. Too sexy.

And all he could think was that he wanted to be inside of her. Now.

Catching hold of her waist, he spun her around and hoisted her onto Patriot’s seat, stepping between her thighs as she braced her bare feet on the chrome exhaust. And then she was grabbing him with one hand while she used the other and her teeth—sweet Lord have mercy—to rip open a foil condom wrapper.

A second later he was sheathed and she was using him against her. Rubbing the swollen, aching head of him like a sex toy up and down the length of her until she put the very tip of him inside…

And even though his eyes were crossed in ecstasy, he couldn’t rip them away from what he was seeing. Because if he’d thought watching her go off like a bottle rocket while he’d used his fingers was hot, it was nothing compared to watching the length of himself disappear inside of her. Inch by slow, steady inch.

Hot and tight and wet…

“I just want to…” She hooked her heels above his butt and jerked him forward until he was seated to the hilt.

“Unh,” he exhaled, and she moaned, “Oh, that feels good.”

Good? It felt better than good. It felt transcendent. She was holding him so snugly while simultaneously melting all around him, and she looked like every fantasy he’d ever had come to life. Because she was once again bracing herself with one hand on the gas tank and the other on the back fender and her dark head was thrown back, which made her breasts stand up all pretty and round.

He bent to suck one of those proud peaks into his mouth, and the taste of her combined with the minty, clean smell of her had his orgasm threatening at the base of his spine. He felt his balls pull up close to his body even as they were smashed against the smooth globes of her ass.

And then he did something he hadn’t done in years…

He forgot about finesse and cadence and skill. He simply placed a hand at the small of her back so that her pelvis tilted forward and proceeded to pump into her with everything he had.

It was a hard, driving rhythm, a single-minded determination to sate the hunger of his desire. Of hers.

Each stroke ended with his name on her lips, each withdraw was a harsh, indrawn breath. And then she was coming again. Moaning and tightening around him, and he let her nipple pop free of his mouth so he could clench his jaw against the mind-numbing pleasure.

Too soon. He didn’t want it to end, but…

A litany of French curses spilled from his lips as he came and came and came some more, the storm raging outside, lightning flashing and thunder roaring. Dieu, it seemed endless, and yet it wasn’t enough, because it was the best orgasm of his entire life, and he never wanted it to stop.

He never wanted to be separate from the sultry grip of her body, never wanted the pleasure to end. But end it did. Finally. After many long seconds.

And when the world stopped spinning and his head stopped floating somewhere near the ceiling, he pulled back to find Vanessa watching him. Her succulent bottom lip caught between her teeth. A tentative little smile making the corners of her dark eyes crinkle. And for a moment, he was dumbstruck.

Because this woman, this incredible, wonderful, smart, beautiful, funny, lusty woman wanted him again. It was there on her face, in the question in her eyes.

“You’re insatiable,” he declared, chuckling and shaking his head. His chest was still rising and falling like he’d run a race, he was still shivering from the unbelievable orgasm he’d had, and she wanted him again.

“Hey,” she shook her head and tightened around him for emphasis. “If this is going to be the only night you tear down those walls, I want to make sure I take full advantage.”

God love the woman; she was nothing if not audacious. Honest to a goddamned fault.

“Well, how about we take that full advantage upstairs, to my bed, non?” he asked, then a tickling on the back of his leg had him frowning.

“What? What is it?” Her brow crinkled adorably.

“Is that your toe?”

“Huh?”

“On my calf?”

She dropped her chin and stared up at him like maybe he’d finally gone around the bend. And to add emphasis to their current position, she tightened her legs around him, reminding him that one: they were still locked together—dieu, she was so tight and wet and wonderful—and two: her ankles were still securely fastened together just above his ass.