Page 94 of Talk Wicked to Me

He grinned. “Thanks for understanding, darlin’.” He held her tighter, the knots in his chest easing a little as they swayed to the music. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Darn right you will.” She tipped her face up with a devilish grin. “FYI, I only take payment in sexual favors. Tasty lips and generous tips are appreciated.”

A rough and hungry sound rumbled up his throat. “I’ll give you my tasty lips, and you’ll be receiving a hell of a lot more than a generous tip.”

“I like when you get all gruff and dirty.”

“Do you like it when I get possessive? Because as long as we’re at it.” He pulled her close, singing the chorus for her ears only, about wanting to be the song that got her high and made her believe that in his arms was where she belonged. He gazed deeply into her eyes. “I want to be that—”

She silenced him with a sweet press of her lips. “Don’t you know you’re all that and so much more?”

His mouth came coaxingly down over hers. They kissed and danced to one song after another, grinding and swaying on the crowded dance floor to a rhythm all their own, lost in the seductive beat of the music and the desire coursing through them. Driven by lust and love and everything in between, his hands moved greedily up her back, into her hair, down to her ass.

Every point their bodies touched burned, sexual tension crackling in the air around them. She turned in his arms, swaying her gorgeous ass against his cock. He pulled her back against his chest, his hands snaking under her shirt, up her stomach. Her head fell back, and he sealed his mouth over her neck, loving the way she pressed harder against his cock with every slick of his tongue. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, then dragged his teeth along the outer shell of her ear, reading her arousal in the way she rocked against him. It was all too much. The feel of her, the emotions consuming him. He turned her around, taking her in a brutal kiss as the band started playing “Way Down We Go,” the sensual beat drawing out more provocative moves. She met every slick of his tongue with a hungry one of her own. He pressed a hand flat on the base of her spine, moving his leg between hers. The air rushed from her lungs, and their eyes connected, hot and wild. She fisted her hands in his shirt, grinding against his thigh. Her tongue swept over her lips, leaving them temptingly glistening. He took her in another merciless kiss, telling himself to put on the brakes, but there was no stopping the need to be closer. He brushed his scruff along her cheek, growling into her ear. “I need to be inside you.”

She tugged his ear closer. “Not as bad as I need you inside me.”

EMERSON CLUNG TO Baz as he drove up hills and down winding roads, taking them off the beaten path, the vibration of the motorcycle making her already ripe body even needier. When they finally rolled to a stop, she had no idea how long they’d driven or what town they were in, but they were on a dirt road, at the top of a hill, surrounded by tall trees on both sides, with a view of the moon reflecting off the water through a clearing. Her heart was racing and her body vibrating as he climbed off the bike and took off his helmet, then helped take hers off.

“Nobody can see us here,” he said as he pulled out his wallet and dropped it beside the bike before helping her off, his eyes as predatory as the gruffness of his voice.

“Good, because I can’t stop thinking about doing dirty things on your bike.”

“Fuck, baby.” Their mouths crashed together, desperate and demanding, as they fumbled with each other’s clothes. She pushed off his cut as he worked open her jeans, shoving his hand into her panties. She moaned as his rough fingers entered her. He kissed her harder, rougher, his fingers and thumb sending mind-numbing sensations up her chest and down her limbs. She tore her mouth away, riding his fingers as she wrestled with the button on his jeans.

“Need to feel you,” she panted out, fisting his cock.

He half groaned, half growled, and she chased that erotic sound, working him tighter and faster. Then his mouth was on hers, penetrating and possessive, and his fingers and thumb were working their magic. She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus enough to make her hand move as white-hot pleasure tore through her core, shattering her control. She cried out, clinging to him to combat her useless legs as her body shuddered and rocked. He ate at her mouth as she rode the waves of pleasure, and when she finally came down from the peak, he withdrew his fingers. She gasped, mourning the loss. He sucked those fingers clean, the savage look in his eyes turning her body to molten lava.

“I need you naked, baby.” He crushed his mouth to hers, and they feasted on each other as they shed their clothes. She wiggled out of her jeans and panties as he tugged off his boxer briefs and rose to his full height. Lord help her. She’d thought he was hot in the bedroom, but nothing compared to Baz Wicked naked and blessedly hard in the moonlight.

He hauled her against him, taking her in a soul-searing kiss that had her going up on her toes, rubbing against his arousal. He picked her up and set her on the bike. “Hold tight, darlin’.” He spread her legs, visually devouring her. “Look at that sweet pussy just waiting to be fucked.”

“Yes,” she pleaded, and couldn’t have held back if she wanted to. “Fuck me.”

“Oh, I will, but you haven’t nearly been pleasured enough for that yet.” He spread her legs farther, burying his talented mouth between them, licking and sucking, until she was trembling all over. “Ohgod,” she panted out as he slid two fingers inside her, sucking her clit, and reached up with his other hand, rolling her nipple between his fingers and thumb. She whimpered and moaned, and he quickened his efforts. She gasped sharp breaths with every slick of his tongue, every suck of her clit, until pleasure exploded inside her, and his name roared from her lungs as she shattered into a million glowing pieces.

He kissed his way up her body, slowing to suck her nipple to the roof of his mouth, while teasing her clit, sending her body into a bucking, quaking frenzy as she came again. He captured her cries in passionate kisses that went on and on as she rode out her pleasure, turning slow and drugging as she came down from the high. He trailed his fingers along her sensitive sex, and her entire body shuddered. “Now you’re ready for my cock, baby.”

Just hearing him say that had her inner muscles clenching in anticipation.

She watched him pull a condom from his wallet and roll it on. She reached for him as he aligned their bodies, pushing only the head of his cock inside her and stilling. “Spread your legs wide.” His dirty demand made her so freaking needy, she did as he asked. “Watch me fuck you.” He moved slowly in and out of her, and her body flamed. She was shocked by how turned on she was watching him fuck her. “Look at your sweet pussy swallowing my cock.”

“Feels so good.” She clung to his arms. “Deeper.”

He thrust slowly, until he was buried to the hilt. “Ah,” she panted out. “Again.” He did as she asked. “More.” He pumped and thrust, until she was rocking with him, her breaths coming fast and hard.

“Wrap your legs tight around me and squeeze.”

She did, and it heightened every sensation. “OhgodBaz.” He drove into her harder, faster. “Yes. Don’t stop.” Just when she didn’t think it was possible to feel any more pleasure, the world spun away and she was engulfed in it, so thick and real, it was inescapable.

Then he was kissing her again, and as the world came back into focus, he lifted her off the seat and threw his leg over it, straddling the seat with her straddling him, still buried deep.

“How’d you do that?” she asked incredulously.

“No idea.” He pulled her into a kiss, and his cock jerked inside her. “Ride me, baby. I want to watch you lose yourself in us.”

And she did.