Million Dollar Devil (Million Dollar #1)(53)

We stop, and his back stiffens when he glances over his shoulder. “Worth it?”

“This is incredible.” I want to sit right here and drink in the view, the flickering beauty of Atlanta’s skyscrapers and awesome beauty without the noise so typical of our overcrowded city.

“Wanna take a walk?”

“Now? Here?”

He chuckles. “I’ll protect you.”

“Okay.” I slide back but don’t get off. I’m not sure what’s on either side of the ATV.

“You’ll need to slide off first.”

“I can’t.” I tremble a little. “I don’t know which way to go.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

“It’s not exactly fear. I’m smart. I’m not about to get off this thing if I don’t know what I’ll find under my feet.”

“Hang on to me.”

“Get off first.”

He snickers and then somehow manages to turn. We’re face to face. “How much fun would that be?”

“I meant . . .”

“I know what you meant.” He holds my chin in one hand while crawling his fingers up my bare thigh.

I slap my hand over his wrist. “Don’t.”

“I was going to help you pull down your skirt.” His eyes search mine.

“Oh.” And I swallow, suck in a deep breath, and maybe even wish he’d had other ideas.

“You sound disappointed.”

“You’re teasing me.”

“I don’t tease, sweetheart.”

Clearing my throat, I use his shoulder in hopes of leveraging my position so I can give him enough room to move freely.

“This is so beautiful,” I say, very much aware that he’s not making an effort to leave the seat.

“Best view in Atlanta.” He’s consuming me with his eyes, seemingly unconcerned with the city lights.

“I bet you say that to all the women.”

“I’ve never brought one up here.”

For some reason, I believe him, and that makes me feel very vulnerable.

“Well, maybe you should.”

“I’ll see how this goes and decide from there.”

“How what goes?”

His gaze darkens, and he looks at me, his voice quieting. “This.” His lips devour mine as his hands cradle my hips. He quickly lifts me to him, forcing me to part my legs and straddle him.

I’m undone. I wrap my hands around his neck. Wanton, aching, wanting him. This daredevil, the guy that does stunts for a living, my first stunt—the first risk I’ve ever taken in business and maybe even in life as well.

I’m shivering when I pull back, meeting his gaze. Dreading getting attached to him, knowing that it would be only too easy to get attached to his cool, fun attitude and charming, blunt personality.

“James, this isn’t a good idea.” I lick my lips, shaking my head.

“Let me change your mind, Elizabeth.” He pulls me back slowly to him, then kisses me like he’s probably kissed plenty of women but in a way that feels like he will never kiss another. His mouth trails to my cheek and up to my ear, down to my neck, and across the low dip of my neckline. He groans as he’s tasting me. As if he’s as undone as me.

I’m breathless, arching against him and wanting . . . needing . . . so much more than a kiss that could lead everywhere. If I don’t stop him now, stop him with a kiss, a kiss that could lead . . . every . . . fucking . . . where . . .

I gasp, realizing I’m squeezing his thighs with mine, spread wider by the breadth of his body.

“That’s it,” he whispers on a hiss, rocking steadily against me.

My hands are in his hair. His fingers. Oh my lord, yes. His fingers climb higher and higher.

His thumb eases against my panties. He rubs the pad back and forth as he holds my head in the palm of his hand, kissing me until I can’t breathe. I can’t think.

I don’t want to fucking think.

I just want to feel. Need to feel his hands and lips all over me.

He buries his mouth in my cleavage, rubbing his face against me as he works my shirt up and kisses my breasts, moaning then as he dips his finger under my panties and rubs my sex. He coaxes me with his kiss and compliments. Tells me how much he wants me, how much he wants to please me.

I drink in the pleasure. I drink it in because when his fingers drive inside me, I’m so fucking ready for him and this.

His fingers pump and stroke, in and out, back and forth.

I. Am. Dying. Here.

His hot breath is against my ear. “Let go, Lizzy. Let me watch you enjoy me.”

My hands are on his shoulders. My head drops. My mouth opens.

It’s all I can do to keep from coming, to stop myself from riding out the pleasure, that earth-shattering orgasm that I somehow manage to resist. But resistance is only a mere stepping-stone in the wrong direction because I’m still a short breath away from the most tantalizing and reckless pleasure that I’ve ever known.

When I scream out in pleasure, it’s like the night awakens with the energy passing between us. Our shadows rock back and forth as he stays with me, holding me against him as he thrusts his hand against my body, bringing me pleasure and wreaking havoc on my brain.

This man could destroy everything I’ve ever worked for.