Unshackle (Deliver #7) - Pam Godwin Page 0,94
through her nerve endings and sucking all her strength.
Complete and total surrender.
“Vera.” He saw it, felt it, and went rigid, groaning and jerking and succumbing to his own breathless release.
A warm rush flooded into her as an expression of gobsmacked adoration overtook his face.
“What are you thinking?” She cupped his hard jaw, laughing and wheezing.
“No words.” He tried to catch his breath and lowered her leg. But he didn’t pull out. “It’s indescribable.”
“Yeah.”
“We’re not finished.” He thrust lazily inside her, testing the rigidness of his cock.
“I hoped you’d say that.”
“You’re not getting rid of me.”
“Not even when we fight. And we will. I’m going to challenge everything you say and do. Can you deal with that?”
“I fucking look forward to it.”
His mouth covered her lips. His hips rocked against her, and their bodies came together, unshackled in love and united in war.
CHAPTER 30
Luke circled the Koenigsegg Agera, admiring its low profile, aerodynamic lines, and metallic silver paint. It used to be the sexiest goddamn thing he’d ever seen.
That was before he rested his eyes on Vera Gomez, who was currently naked and bent over the hood.
“Luke.” She rubbed her pussy against the front wheel well, no doubt leaving streaks of moisture on the paint. “If you don’t finish this soon, I’m going to take care of myself.”
“Be quiet.” Fucking hell, he was hard. Painfully, miserably rock-hard. “I paid a lot of money for this view.”
All of Marco’s hypercars had been sold, but this one. Luke had personally funded the shipping expenses to transport it from California to Bogota, Columbia.
For one reason only.
He wanted to fuck the world’s sexiest woman on top of the world’s sexiest car.
Never in his wildest fantasies did he think he would be standing here, in the middle of a forest outside of Bogota, taking in this view.
Her heart-shaped, upturned ass bore the welted marks of his spankings. Her skin slicked with sweat. Arousal soaked her thighs. He’d been playing with her in this position for over an hour.
“This is the pinnacle of my life.” He grinned at her backside. “Nothing will ever top this.”
“Don’t say that, you fucking asshat. What about marriage? Kids? Grand—”
“Nope. This is my fantasy. One I’ve dreamed about for as long as I can remember.”
“You fantasized about beating a woman’s ass when you were a kid?”
“Beating the sexiest woman’s ass on top of the sexiest car.” He unzipped his jeans and freed his cock. “I can’t even tell you how many times I shot my load with this image in my head.”
“How’s the reality holding up?” She wriggled her hips.
“Fuck.” He gripped his cock, trying not to come. “It’s better. The reality is so unbelievably sinful. Wish you could see it.”
She moaned, stretching her arms out over the hood and rocking her hips. “Come on, Luke. I ache.”
He stood still, committing every glorious detail to memory. Then he prowled toward her, kicked her feet apart, and sank himself into her throbbing wet heat.
His hands traveled over her delicious curves. His heart raced with the unfettered force of his thrusts, and she gripped him, clenching, with a tight, greedy cunt.
He wanted it to last forever, but she was already there. His body, completely attuned to hers, followed the sounds of her blissful cries, climbing with her, fusing, crashing…
Impact.
He drove savagely into her, spilling his seed as she found her own release. His head fell forward, his mouth sucking and biting her shoulders, his senses exploding in ecstasy.
As they settled down, he tucked himself away and pulled her limp body into his arms.
She stared up at him, and he kissed her dazed smile, lips gliding, and hearts pounding a single tattoo.
“I have a surprise for you.” He brushed her hair from her face. “Get dressed.”
He stepped back, admiring the view of her tight, sexy body as she dragged on jeans and a t-shirt. “What’s the surprise? Go ahead and tell me.”
“Vera.” He clicked his tongue. “Don’t start.”
“I just want to know.”
“You want to argue.”
“No. I just don’t like surprises.”
“Too bad.”
She growled under her breath. “You’re so annoying.”
“You’re so beautiful.”
Her dark eyes softened. Her lips turned up, and he considered riling her up again, just so he could savor all her expressions.
An engine sounded in the distance, and a moment later, a motorcycle emerged on the winding road through the trees.
“Expecting someone?” She joined his side.
“Yep.” He removed the Koenigsegg key from his pocket.
The motorcyclist pulled to a stop in the clearing and turned off the engine. The man had been thoroughly vetted, the deal