“I bet you’re soaked right now,” he said, in a hungry voice.

“I bet you’re right,” she answered in between erratic breaths.

The world around them was dark and quiet. There was only the slightest rustle of an evening breeze. They were all alone on the turnout at the side of the road, and he was going to fuck her good and hard.

He slid his fingers between her legs and groaned when he felt how damp she was. Nothing was better in the entire universe than when a woman responded to a man like this. Her body told him everything—from the way she stretched her arms, to how her belly pressed flat to the metal, to how her ass was raised in the air, the skirt all bunched up by her hips.

She wanted him. She gave herself freely, and he was utterly consumed with a deep and potent longing for Sophie. He’d intended to fuck her, but with his face so close to her sweet center, he decided on an appetizer first. “Don’t move,” he said, as he pulled the panel of her panties to the side. Keeping her in place would keep him in control of this ravenous desire that raged inside him. “Stay still as I eat you.”

“I won’t move,” she answered, digging her heels into the ground.

He stared between her legs, where she glistened. His breath came fast as raw desire overtook him. “You’re so fucking delicious,” he said, then licked.

She trembled and sighed sexily. The most enticing sounds floated from her lips as he licked her sweetness. Her clit was a hard stone under his tongue, and with each flick, she trembled but remained still. She’d taken his order to heart and hadn’t moved an inch. She followed directions like a perfect student, and she tasted like heaven on earth. He buried his face in her slickness, his hands gripping her luscious ass as he devoured her.

She flooded his tongue and moaned her pleasure. “I’m so close, Ryan. I’m so close. Can I please move?”

Please.

Oh hell, it was like a direct line of desire to his cock. He ached to fill her. That simple word spurred him on, making him want her even more. “Yes,” he said roughly then gave her an order. “You have permission to fuck my face now.”

She followed it to the letter. He continued his assault on her pussy with his lips, thrusting his tongue inside her heat, as she rocked into him madly. She went from frozen to frenzied in no time. Her thighs tensed, and as soon as he felt her quiver, he slid a finger inside her.

Her soft walls clenched around him, and she cried out into the night as she came on his tongue, his lips, and his chin.

She tasted divine. Absolutely intoxicating all over him, and he was hooked on her, on her taste, her scent, her body. Everything. He lapped up her wetness as the aftershocks moved through her. He placed a palm on each thigh, steadying her as he kissed the backs of her legs, then lapped up a bead of wetness that had slid down her skin.

He stood up and raked his eyes over the gorgeous sight of her bent at the waist, soft and warm from her first orgasm. “I’m just getting started, beautiful. There’s so much I want to do to you.”

She looked at him and smiled, a tipsy grin that made his heart pound and his dick ache. Rabid desire raced through him again, and the need to take her overwhelmed him. Her feet were planted on the ground. He nudged the inside of her right leg with his foot, then kicked her legs open wider.

“Spread your legs for me,” he instructed, and she inched her feet apart into a more perfect V.

His fingers traveled along her spine and up her neck to her hair, grabbing it, turning her so she looked up at him. Her eyes were hazy and full of a lust that matched his. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked harshly.

“I think I do.”

“You are under my skin,” he whispered, as he kept her pressed against the warm hood with one hand, then slinked his other hand down to her waist, and unfastened the slim, orange belt. “And in my head,” he continued as he snapped the belt free. “And I can’t fucking stop thinking about you.”

“I can’t stop either,” she said, and in a flash he wrapped the belt around her wrists, knotting it, twisting it, and tying her hands together with her own accessory. She allowed him, offering up her wrists to be bound. She was a willing hostage.

“That turns me on even more,” he growled in her ear, as he stretched her tied arms along the silver hood.

“Tying me up?”

“Yes,” he said, pressing his erection against her ass. “But what makes me rock hard is the way you let me. The way you want me to. The way you give your body to me,” he said as he grabbed a condom from his pocket, unzipped his pants, and pushed down his briefs.

“Take me,” she said, meeting his eyes as she lay vulnerable and completely open to him, her face on the side of her car, her body ready for him.

“I’m going to, Sophie. I’m going to take you right now,” he said, as he rolled on the condom. Then he placed his hands on that perfect ass, and dug his thumbs into her cheeks, spreading open her sex. He rubbed the tip of his dick against her wet heat.

Lust crashed over him like a wave beating the shore. He returned his right hand to her neck, held her in place, and sank into her in one swift move.

He stilled inside her, inhaling deeply as he savored the intensity of this moment—the feel of her luscious body drawing him in for the first time. He’d craved this from the second he’d met her, and now he knew why.

She fit him perfectly.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, the lush, hot feel of her gripping him skyrocketing his need for her. “You feel fucking amazing. I knew you would. I fucking knew you would.”

She moaned. She whimpered. She cried out his name. “Ryan.”

The sound of his name falling from her red lips made him want her more than he’d ever thought possible. She’d seduced him with her willingness, she’d lured him in with her sweet naughtiness, and she’d captivated him with her mind.

He was mesmerized by this woman. Completely spellbound.

And so he did what he came here to do.

He fucked her. Deep, hard, and feverishly. He swiveled his hips and thrust into her, her sweet, snug pussy taking him all the way. He breathed heavily as he stroked, one hand squeezing her ass. She gave him everything he wanted—complete control of her body—and it annihilated his brain. It scorched a path of pure pleasure through him. He was driven with need for her, by the sheer ecstasy of fucking this woman on the hood of her car in the desert, under the sky, under his command.

“I could fuck you all night. I could fuck you all day.” He gripped her neck as he pumped.

“It feels so good,” she said on a pant.

“Say it again,” he told her.

“You feel so good.”

“Again.”

“It feels incredible.”

“So good you’re going to come on my cock any second?” he asked on a deep, furious thrust.

“Yes, oh God, yes. I’m going to come on you,” she cried out, and screamed his name. The sound of it echoing in the night made his balls tighten and pleasure ricochet through him, sweeping over his entire body, obliterating everything else in his world but this pure and perfect moment with this magnificent woman.

He grunted, calling out her name as he came, then slumped over her back, and wrapped his arms around her.

She sighed happily.

He damn near did the same. “I can’t get enough of you. I just fucking can’t.”

She shot him the sweetest smile. In a soft voice she said, “I’m hungry. Care to take me out for a bite to eat?”

He’d already eaten, but food sounded good.

Chapter Fifteen

The dry spell had officially ended, so Sophie ordered french fries and a chocolate milkshake.

Because the combination felt like a celebration, and she was celebrating not only the first time she’d had sex in a few years, but also the best sex ever.