Burnout_ A Legal Heat Novella - Sarah Castille Page 0,21
she had, the more she wanted. Sophie could see herself getting addicted to him, needing his touch, his warmth, and the deep rumble of his voice. Although she wasn’t a small woman, she felt tiny tucked up against him, safe and protected within the circle of his arms.
Of course, protection didn’t seem to be foremost in his mind. Not after she’d pretty much given him the green light for another night of wild sex. With a low growl, he clasped her wrist, tossed a few bills on the table, and dragged her out of the booth. Minutes later, they emerged from the bar into a dank, dimly lit back alley.
For a moment, she wondered if he was planning to take her home, but when he pushed her up against the rough brick wall, a thrill of fear shot through her body. Ace had other plans.
She took one quick glance around to ensure they were alone, taking in the beat-up dumpster reeking of decay, the pop bottles and needles strewn across the cement, and the rough brick walls, graffiti barely visible under the dim exit light. But before she could finish her visual sweep, he captured her wrists and pinned them over her head.
Sophie gasped and moisture flooded her sex. “Are we going to engage in another illegal activity? Please say yes.”
He licked his lips. “Fuck yeah, baby. Get ready for some indecent exposure, offending public decency, nudity—”
“Sex in a public place?”
“Definitely sex in a public place.” He tightened his grip on her wrists, and her body arched toward him, offering up her breasts for his touching pleasure. He slid his warm hand under her shirt, smoothing it over her skin, pausing when he discovered she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Christ. You always go out without a bra?”
“Only when there are bossy, hot biker types around who get my back up when they order me to change, after I was expecting to spend the evening home alone.”
With renewed vigour, he crushed his mouth to hers, swallowing her moan of pleasure. Taking full advantage of her missing undergarment, he cupped and squeezed her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they were tight little buds.
Sophie writhed against the wall. “Ace…oh God…let me go. I need to touch you.”
“You’re so fucking sexy, I won’t last if you put those sweet hands on me,” he rasped. “Slow down. Let me take care of you.” But he wasn’t slowing down. He ripped open the button of her jeans and shoved them down over her hips. She wriggled to help him, but the challenge of getting them all the way down proved too much, and he was forced to release her.
Almost immediately, she slid her hands into his hair, tangling them through the silky strands as he tugged off her jeans and panties, baring her for his touch.
For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Dark alley, risk of detection, scent of danger, chill of the night, hot badass biker on his knees in front of her. It was simply the most erotic experience Sophie had ever had.
Ace looked up from his crouch. Eyes hooded, jaw tight, he was sex personified. She gently tugged his head forward, and he smiled.
“You want my mouth, babe?”
She swallowed. Oh God. Would he do it here? “Yes. I want your mouth.”
“Then open those pretty thighs for me.” With gentle pressure, he eased her legs apart. Knees trembling, she waited in breathless anticipation. And then he leaned forward and licked along her folds.
Her hands tightened in his hair, and a low, guttural groan left her lips. “More.”
Fingers digging into her thighs, he teased and licked her cleft, drawing her moisture up and around her clit as she leaned heavily against the wall, directing his head with gentle pressure. When her moans turned to whimpers, he added a finger, thrusting deep inside her.
“Ace.” Her shriek echoed in the alley, and she slapped her hand over her mouth. Ace shot up, covering her with his body. Heart pounding, she counted off the seconds, and when one minute had passed and no one had come to investigate, her tension eased. But now, with the extra adrenaline pounding through her system, she didn’t want his mouth. She wanted something bigger and harder. She ached to be filled. She needed him inside her.
“Fuck me, Ace. Please.”
With a low groan, he dug a condom from his pocket and shoved his clothing down over his hips, his erection springing free from its confinement. Moments later, sheathed and ready,