I glance up to catch her little smirk, which has me chuckling.“Smart-ass,” I mutter before pressing kisses to her soft belly.
Her scent surrounds me, thicker than syrup, and I’m still hard and throbbing.
A light touch strokes under my chin, tilting my head up.
“Stand up.”
I slide her legs from my shoulders and rise up from my crouched position.Suddenly looming over her feels wrong.Zoey should have the higher ground.Wrapping my palms around her thighs, I boost her up until my new belt is her strong legs.We both groan as her damp center brushes against my erection.
But the delicious sensation somehow brings on a sliver of logic.
“Condom.Fuck.We need—I need—”Do I have any with me?My brain is barely working, but I cycle through the places guys normally keep condoms.
Wallets.But our health ed teacher told us that’s a good way to end up with a damaged rubber.
Glove compartment.I drive a fucking motorcycle.
Bedside table.We’re at Minnie Gunner’s cabin.I doubt the woman kept a lot of contraceptives around.
“I don’t have one.”The confession burns my throat with regret, my forehead banging against the wall I have the most gorgeous, intoxicating woman pressed up against.But a small hope flares to life.“Do you?”
Leaning back, I find myself staring at a furiously blushing Zoey.Her fingers fiddle with the hair at the back of my neck, and her eyes dart around, as if trying to look anywhere but into mine.
Worry rattles through me.
“Zoey?”
“I was going to!”The words burst out of her, and her cheeks get even redder.“I was in the store, in the aisle, standing right in front of them, and then boom!”
“Boom?What’s boom?”
“Yourmomis boom.”The sexual dominant from a second ago flees in the face of her embarrassment.“She walked down the aisle, and we made eye contact, so I panicked and grabbed tampons instead.This town is so fucking small.”
Damn it, Mom.Way to be a cockblock.
“It’s okay,” I murmur.Her skin is scorching when I press a kiss to her neck, all that blood pooling just under the surface.“We can have sex another night.”
The talon grip is back in my hair, pulling my head back until I meet molten chocolate eyes.
“Sex isn’t only P in V, Warner.And I’m not going to be satisfied until I see you come.”
Every muscle in my body clenches, twitching with anticipation.Suddenly, the possibilities seem endless.One road is off-limits, but there are plenty of others that we can drive down.Will she stroke me with her strong grip?Or maybe she’ll take me in her mouth again, not stopping at the edge, but instead pushing me all the way?
“Take me to the bed,” Zoey commands.
Walking with a raging hard-on and a naked goddess wrapped around me isn’t the easiest task in the world, but I manage.In the bedroom, I go to sit on the mattress, expecting my woman will want to take her place on top.But her next direction stops me.
“Lay me down.”
The old springs squeak as her body bounces on her landing.The many soft spots on her jiggle, hypnotizing me, tempting me to sink down on my knees again.Her taste is already fading from my tongue, and I want it back.
My hand grabs her ankle, ready to pull apart her legs and expose that delicious core of her.
But Zoey shakes her head and scoots further back on the covers.
“Come here, Biker Boy.Kneel over me.”And as she speaks, her hands cup her boobs, thumbs rubbing over her nipples.The pose is an offering.
I lose myself in the erotic nature of the idea.The temptation is so acute that my body has forgotten how to move.
