Ride Rough - Tessa Layne Page 0,21

couldn't get rid of it. Worse? She didn't want to. One thing was certain, she wanted to be all kinds of bad with this man who drove her insane and drove all rational thought from her mind. Instinctively, she tightened her grip on his shoulder, fingernails digging in. Her eyes dropped to his mouth as wild, out of control thoughts swirled in her brain.

"Cecilia." This time a note of warning that she refused to heed.

She gripped his shoulder harder, pulling on his neck with her other hand that had somehow found its way there while he'd carried her behind the truck. She scanned his face, momentarily losing herself in the hunger she found there. Then before she lost her nerve, kissed him with all she had.

Chapter Ten

It happened in slow-motion. The way she looked at him, he instantly knew what was coming. No local color the rational part of his brain yelled. But he was powerless to stop it. He'd teased and poked her because he wanted to see the same wild, defiant look she'd had in her eye when he first laid eyes on her in the diner. And when her eyes had lit over the spanking business, he was a goner. It was like two invisible forces were propelling them together, and all the rational, reasonable thought in the world couldn't stop it.

Her mouth was soft yet insistent, and yielded the second he flicked his tongue against the inside of her lower lip. His body tightened as a hit of desire raced through him, tightening his balls and swelling his cock at the way she opened her mouth to him. This was by no means a passive, accepting kiss. It was wild, uncontained, and so hot, he felt his shirt might melt off. Everything narrowed to a field of want, of pure animal instinct. The slide of her tongue against his, the dig of her fingernails into his shoulder pulled a noise from deep in his throat, a possessive growl that had him letting go of her legs, and turning her so that his hips pinned her to the truck, freeing his hands to explore. With a matching noise of her own, she wrapped her legs around him, grinding her hot little pussy right where his dick pressed against his fly. Fuck, she felt good. So good, he felt like he was already on the verge of losing control. If he wasn't careful she was going to drag him right over the edge. He pulled back, breath coming in harsh rasps. "What in the hell are we doing?"

Her eyes were hot, glazed pools, her breathing as ragged as his. "Last time I checked, this was called kissing."

"Sass." He nipped at her lower lip before taking another taste of her and skimming his fingers along the satin skin left exposed by her rucked up tee. Again he was struck at her softness, at the way her body arched into his touch. The insistent pull of her mouth made his head spin, disoriented and drove him wild with an elemental need he'd never experienced before. He eased back again. "This taking the edge off?"

She studied him, eyes blazing, then shook her head. "Heck, no," she said with a throaty laugh before offering up more kisses. Hot kisses. Explosive, inferno level kisses. Jeezus, he was going to combust here, by the side of the road.

"Same," he muttered as he speared his tongue into her again, tasting the heat that matched his own and threatened to consume them. There should be a brush fire where they stood. He wanted to do everything to her. Strip her bare right here and take her in the front seat of his truck. Bend her against the tailgate and bury himself in her, balls deep from behind. Spread her on the hood and feast on her until she screamed his name to the stars. Feed her his cock while he lost himself in the wild abandon of her eyes.

They'd have done it, too... probably... if not for the truck that came barreling down the dirt road, honking its horn. By the time the sound registered, it was practically on top of them. Cecilia pulled away with a gasp, eyes wide and horrified, before she squeaked and buried her head in his shoulder, lungs heaving and muttering something like ohmygodwhatamIdoing?

"I'm sure they didn't see us," he said, breath coming in ragged gasps before he gently let her down, keeping a hand at her waist.

"Oh, I'm sure they