Getting Dirty - Page 26

I clamp down on my bottom lip to stop a strangled whimper from erupting and then he’s parting my mouth again, his tongue forceful, his mouth ravenous. I squeeze my thighs tight, nursing the budding ache, but it’s driving me crazy. I need more.

I lift my leg around him, locking him against me, seeking out the friction I need. My jeans pull taut, a thick, unyielding layer that frustrates as much as it teases.

‘Ash...’

‘What, princess?’

He drags his mouth against me as he speaks, his hands raking down my arms to slip beneath my shirt. He cups my breasts, his thumbs rolling over their hardened peaks, already erect and pressing. He works them both, caressing, tweaking, groping. I struggle for air, struggle to keep on kissing him back as the pressure builds through my middle.

My hands drop to his hair, half pushing him down, half holding his mouth to mine. I want it all—his hands, his mouth everywhere.

He tears himself away, resuming his hand’s tantalising path down my front, over the swell of one breast, continuing to stroke, to toy, and then his teeth surround one peak and he nips at it. I cry out, pleasure streaking through my veins, my clit pulsing wildly as I clench around the ache. He does the same to the other, alternating between his fingers and his teeth, again and again.

I lower my gaze to take it all in. He’s a badass all right, and I’m fucking loving it. My mind fills with carnal imaginings...the things he’ll be up for in bed and out of it.

I take in our surroundings. The whitewashed garage walls, the bright overhead lights, the motorcycles, the cars...the fucking great big Range Rover.

‘I knew it.’

He gropes my breast hard and nips at the exposed skin just above the strip of lace with his teeth. ‘Knew what?’

‘You own a big black muscle car.’

He laughs, the sound ragged with desire. ‘So what does that make me? A big, safe badass?’

‘Hell, yeah.’

He tugs at my shirt, stripping it from me and flicking it aside. His force triggers a fresh swell of heat and then one hand slips to my bra clasp, undoing it with an ease that tells me he’s done it many, many times before. A strange prick of jealousy erupts, and I quickly shake it off. I don’t do jealousy. He’s not mine to be jealous about.

And then all thought dissipates as the cool garage air sweeps over my bare breasts and my bra hits the floor at the same time the hot cavern of his mouth surrounds one peak, sucking me in.

My head drops back and my ‘Yes...’ is a breathless pant.

‘So fucking perfect.’ He brushes the words against my nipple as he releases me, his palm lifting my breast to offer its peak to the flick of his tongue. He rolls his thumb over the protruding flesh, then his tongue. He shifts to the other, sucking it in, his tongue playing before releasing me.

I’m losing my mind on sensation. I tilt my pelvis and ride my body higher against him, my jeans biting almost painfully into my flesh. I just want... I just need...

‘Ash...’

He pops open the button of my jeans, then the zip, smoothing his hands around to my sides to shove the restrictive fabric down. I lower my leg to ease his way and he stops the second he can slip his fingers inside.

‘Fuck, Coco...’ He straightens and looks down at me, at where his fingers gently probe. ‘Crotchless?’

His voice is a croak, his face strained with tension, his eyes disbelieving and so fucking keen. I’m not sure if it’s a question or a statement but I nod anyway.

‘Easy access.’

‘Fuck.’

He slips his fingers through the opening designed for just that. He parts my lips, running his fingers upwards; the second he strikes my clit, I whimper. He rolls over me, his touch so soft he’s hardly there. I bite into my lip as I move with him, asking for more. Deeper, harder, faster...

‘There are so many things I want to do to you right now.’

I can hear it in his voice: the carnal promise, the ideas merging with my own. He slips back down to my opening, spreading me with his fingers as he dips inside.

‘Like what?’

He lets go of a ragged breath and plunges his fingers in deep, his mouth sweeping over mine to steal one rough kiss. ‘Like this...’

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