Sinful Desire (Sinful Nights, #2)(39)

“Yes,” he said, pressing his erection against her ass. “But what makes me rock hard is the way you let me. The way you want me to. The way you give your body to me,” he said as he grabbed a condom from his pocket, unzipped his pants, and pushed down his briefs.

“Take me,” she said, meeting his eyes as she lay vulnerable and completely open to him, her face on the side of her car, her body ready for him.

“I’m going to, Sophie. I’m going to take you right now,” he said, as he rolled on the condom. Then he placed his hands on that perfect ass, and dug his thumbs into her cheeks, spreading open her sex. He rubbed the tip of his dick against her wet heat.

Lust crashed over him like a wave beating the shore. He returned his right hand to her neck, held her in place, and sank into her in one swift move.

He stilled inside her, inhaling deeply as he savored the intensity of this moment—the feel of her luscious body drawing him in for the first time. He’d craved this from the second he’d met her, and now he knew why.

She fit him perfectly.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, the lush, hot feel of her gripping him skyrocketing his need for her. “You feel f*cking amazing. I knew you would. I f*cking knew you would.”

She moaned. She whimpered. She cried out his name. “Ryan.”

The sound of his name falling from her red lips made him want her more than he’d ever thought possible. She’d seduced him with her willingness, she’d lured him in with her sweet naughtiness, and she’d captivated him with her mind.

He was mesmerized by this woman. Completely spellbound.

And so he did what he came here to do.

He f*cked her. Deep, hard, and feverishly. He swiveled his hips and thrust into her, her sweet, snug * taking him all the way. He breathed heavily as he stroked, one hand squeezing her ass. She gave him everything he wanted—complete control of her body—and it annihilated his brain. It scorched a path of pure pleasure through him. He was driven with need for her, by the sheer ecstasy of f*cking this woman on the hood of her car in the desert, under the sky, under his command.

“I could f*ck you all night. I could f*ck you all day.” He gripped her neck as he pumped.

“It feels so good,” she said on a pant.

“Say it again,” he told her.

“You feel so good.”

“Again.”

“It feels incredible.”

“So good you’re going to come on my cock any second?” he asked on a deep, furious thrust.

“Yes, oh God, yes. I’m going to come on you,” she cried out, and screamed his name. The sound of it echoing in the night made his balls tighten and pleasure ricochet through him, sweeping over his entire body, obliterating everything else in his world but this pure and perfect moment with this magnificent woman.

He grunted, calling out her name as he came, then slumped over her back, and wrapped his arms around her.

She sighed happily.

He damn near did the same. “I can’t get enough of you. I just f*cking can’t.”

She shot him the sweetest smile. In a soft voice she said, “I’m hungry. Care to take me out for a bite to eat?”

He’d already eaten, but food sounded good.





Chapter Fifteen


The dry spell had officially ended, so Sophie ordered french fries and a chocolate milkshake.

Because the combination felt like a celebration, and she was celebrating not only the first time she’d had sex in a few years, but also the best sex ever.

Make that – Best. Sex. Ever.

They’d stopped at a roadside diner on the return to the city, and he ate a burger and shared her fries. She reached for one at the same time as he did, and their fingers bumped. He laughed. “We could fight for it. Or I could let you have that one,” he said.

“I trust you’ll let me have it,” she said then snatched the fry in question and dragged it through ketchup. As she brought it to her lips, she peeked to make sure her napkin was spread across her skirt. Damn. She’d missed a loop when she’d put her belt back on. Wait. She hadn’t. One of them had split.

That was some hard loving.

“Looks like I ripped a belt loop,” she said after she finished chewing.

“I’ll have it fixed for you. Pretty sure I’m responsible.”

“I’m pretty sure I can fix it easily with some needle and thread.” Then she noticed the dress was streaked along the bodice and the skirt. The danger of sex on a car in a white dress. “Oh no. My dress is dirty, too,” she said, gesturing to the marks on the front.

He frowned. “My fault, as well. I’ll pay to have it cleaned.”

She scoffed. “No. You’re not paying for my dress.” Funny, how she consented so easily to his orders during sex, but the rest of the time she had no problem holding her own.

“But I made it dirty,” he said then took a bite of his burger.

“You didn’t make it dirty,” she said, correcting him. “Fucking you made it dirty.”

He set his burger down on the plate and narrowed his eyes, giving her a purposeful stare. “Sweetheart, I f*cked you. You didn’t f*ck me.”

She grinned wickedly, loving teasing him like this. “I know.” She leaned closer to him across the table. “And I loved it. I loved how you f*cked me,” she said, and even just saying that word—f*ck—turned her on. Holden had never been one for f*cking. Bless his heart, but Holden was a let’s make love type of guy. Then there was her college boyfriend, Zach, her one and only other lover. He was the quintessential two-pump chump. There was no finesse. No attention to detail. And no more than two minutes, tops. Sex with him was all about choking the chicken so he could rush back to work on his startup ideas, which had never amounted to much.