“Tempting. But those killer legs are gonna be hugging the motorcycle this time, not me.”
“Yeah? Where are you going to be?”
“Right behind you.”
Drake set her on the bike and faced her forward. The night-cooled leather seat stung her bare skin and the shock sent a current straight up her center, from her belly to her breasts to the top of her scalp.
“Put your feet on the back pegs.”
Kenna glanced down in confusion. She saw the six-inch metal bars that stuck out on either side of the bike. She wiggled her foot until the middle of her high-heeled shoe was firm against the rungs. Looking up at Drake for approval, her breath caught.
Jeans undone, muscular arms crossed over his chest, hair mussed, eyes dark and needy, he resembled some pagan god, waiting for his due. Waiting for her to surrender to his every whim.
She shivered in anticipation and prepared to give in.
His hand meandered up her arm. “Grab the handlebars, hot stuff.”
Kenna had to stand on the pegs to reach the chrome ends of the chopper-style grips, forcing her ass up in the air. Her nipples briefly brushed the cold metal gas tank, puckering them into aching points.
“Beautiful,” he said thickly. “Don’t move.”
She watched as he took a condom out of his back pocket, ripped it open and rolled it down. He straddled the bike behind her. With his long legs and the low angle of the seat, he had no problem keeping his boots on the ground.
He traced the thin line of the black thong and groaned, “Goddamn you have the best ass on the planet. I’d like to take you here too.” He wiggled closer, sending the bike swaying from side to side. “I want what you’ve never given another man.”
She looked at him over her shoulder. Their fiery gazes met across her body, nothing mattered besides putting out the inferno raging inside her.
“Stop the running commentary and fuck me,” she said.
Those sinful lips curled in a carnal grin. He scooted back on the bike and pressed on her lower pelvis until the back of her legs chafed against denim. The head of his cock circled her opening, spreading the wetness.
Drake slid in an inch at a time, then halfway, then he slammed all the way to the hilt.
Kenna cried out from the rush of the ultimate hedonism—her lover so hot for her he’d do anything to ensure her ultimate satisfaction. She didn’t care if the whole damn campground came running to see who was making the racket.
In.
It.
Out.
Felt.
In.
So.
Out.
Fucking.
In.
Good.
Out.
She rocked her hips back, meeting each forceful thrust, wanting, needing more.
“Stop. Too fast.” He pushed back inside her slowly. In this position, the entire length from tip to thick root ground against the inside wall, making her gasp at the decadent pleasure. The wet sucking sounds of their lovemaking bounced off the tent and ricocheted back to them as an erotic echo.
“Right there. Harder, God, don’t stop,” she said on a long rush of air.
“You are so tight and wet. You feel so fucking perfect. I’ll never get enough of you. Of this.” He plowed into her so hard she swore she felt the tip of his cock in her throat.
Deep, fast strokes sent her breasts swaying and tingles sizzling across her skin. A soft breeze drifted across her face and she lifted her head to cool the sweat from her brow.
The fingers on his left hand dug into her hip, holding her in place as he took her as hard and fast as he wanted. He released his right hand to feather his fingertips across her right butt cheek. The rough pad of his thumb slowly traced the crack of her ass down to where his cock pumped in and out. He swirled it in her juices and then slid it back up to brush against her rear opening.
Her breath caught at the foreign sensation, remembering how sinfully good it felt when his tongue had ventured there. But she automatically stiffened up.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like this, you don’t want this. I’ll give you a little preview, hot stuff, of what I’d like to do to you. This will blow your mind.”
A rush of heat flashed from head to toe. How did this man tap into the secret dark desires she’d been afraid to explore?
He drew circles with her wetness around the sensitive knot of nerves. With each pass, that wicked thumb probed a little more. Then his hand shifted and he pushed a thick finger past the tight ring completely.
“Omigod.” She closed her eyes to savor the full feeling and the absolute mastery this man had over her body.
Using gentle, shallow strokes, he pumped his finger, and his balls slapped against her throbbing pussy with every delectably strong thrust of his pelvis.
The mingled scents of sex, dust and motorcycle grease surrounded them, the ultimate aphrodisiac.
“Sweet Jesus,” he growled, pistoning faster and faster. His hips pounded until a satisfied grunt burst forth from him.
Kenna clamped down with her interior muscles as Drake started to come violently. Then she did something she’d never done with another lover; she dropped her hand to her clit and rubbed her clit vigorously while he pulsed and plunged and throbbed inside every part of her.
The combination sent her rocketing to an orgasm so intense she stopped breathing and her vision went dim.
Vaguely, after the white flash behind her eyes cleared and the pulsating in her lower body dwindled, she felt drops of Drake’s sweat dripping on her back. Her toes were cramped and her legs shook like she’d run a marathon. Not only that, her boobs were smashed against the gas tank and her not-so-small ass was hiked up and bared to the world. Instead of instant mortification, she felt…well and truly fucked.
His satisfied sigh wrapped around her heart.
Normally she hated making love from behind, but there wasn’t anything normal about the way Drake March made love. Kenna had the urge to howl her pleasure like a well-sated bitch.
Drake kissed his way up her spine. He gently bit her shoulder. His hot, stuttered breath flowed across her damp nape as a lover’s caress. Leisurely, he withdrew from her body and whispered, “And to think before this I never understood the appeal of owning a motorcycle.”
Kenna snickered. She nuzzled her cheekbone to the side of his face, her breath tickled his lips. “Does that make us official members of the…what is the equivalent of the ‘mile high club’?” She snickered again. “The ‘low riders’ club?”
“Mmm,” he mumbled against the tempting hollow below her ear. “Maybe it should be the ‘easy riders club’?”
Her breath hitched when he sunk his teeth into that bit of salty flesh near her throat, just feminine enough to stir his dick again.
“Nothing ‘easy’ about the way you rode me, Drake.”
His wandering mouth stilled. With the way she’d screamed and thrashed, and bucked against him, he’d assumed she’d loved it hard and rough. Loved pushing her limits. Maybe not. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
He paused. “Good. I sense a ‘but’ coming.”
She attempted to pull away. He held fast. “This was spectacular, but aren’t Geo and Bobby waiting for us?” With awkward, stiff movements, she jerked at the pink and black lace contraption bunched around her middle.
While ordering his thoughts, Drake gently tugged at the back of the garment, helping her set it right. “Are you worried what they might think?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know. I’m more worried that I’m developing a split personality. One minute you’re threatening me and the next I’m letting you bang my brains out. You probably always do stuff like this.”
Calm man. Stay calm.
“You think this is a normal day at the office for me? That I screw every woman who crosses my path in a case?”
She scooted off the bike. “You had condoms in your pocket! What am I supposed to think?”
Breathe. Don’t yell.
“You sure didn’t mind I stuffed those rubbers in my pocket about five minutes ago.” He threw his leg over the seat and stood beside her.
“You conceited jerk!”
“Look. I grabbed them from the freebie table in the demo room, all right? I didn’t come here tonight planning to fuck you on the back of a motorcycle.” He rested his forehead to hers. “I don’t blame you for getting freaked out. But you’ve got to know I’ve never done anything like this before.”
Surprisingly Kenna didn’t squirm away. “Like what? Showing me your prowess in the ‘low riders’ club? Or getting involved with an informant?”
“Both.”
She leaned back and looked up at him, her expression not skeptical, just curious. “Really?”
“Really. I’m all about the job, Kenna. I might bend the rules from time to time, but I don’t break them because that wouldn’t make me any different from the guys I’m trying to catch.” He had to touch her to ground himself for the remainder of this strange admission. One hand framed her face; the other skated down her smooth arm, to thread their fingers together. Amazing how perfectly they fit in so many ways. “I’m sure you’ve realized I’m not some smooth talkin’ ladies man that has lines and lies for every occasion.”
“You talked me out of my panties quick enough.”
Drake grinned. “Good point. You’re the exception, not the rule.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
He held her and she let him. The strains of “Under Pressure” drifted on the night breeze. He wanted to be long gone by the time the concert ended and the traffic nightmare started.
“I’ll signal Bobby and Geo that we’re ready to go.”
“Then are you taking me home?”
“Do you want to go home?”
She didn’t answer.
He was so bad at this stuff. His heart skipped a beat when he asked her softly, “Stay with me tonight?”
“Because I’m in danger and people were shooting at me?”
“I think you’re in the clear now.” He paused, bracing himself for her rejection. “I want you to stay with me out of pure selfishness. I’d like to make love to you again,”
before I have to leave you.
“Hmm. Guess that depends. Are you going to handcuff me?”
“No.”
“Can I handcuff you?”
Drake shivered at the thought of Kenna having that much power over him. She already had enough.
She laughed. “Okay. No cuffs. But you aren’t the only one who picked up a little something in the demo room.”
When she refused to tell him exactly what she’d bought, he shivered again. The unknown was almost worse.
Maybe he ought to reconsider the cuffs.
She needed time to sort through the emotions that were as tangled and tenuous as the slim black wires in Bobby’s hands. Eyes squeezed shut, she slumped into the cushioned seat. Her mind wandered, her fingers fiddled with the straps on her purse.
How had she fallen so hard in such a short amount of time? She, polite, practical, levelheaded Kaye? Drake was so not her type. Rude. Demanding. Hotheaded. When she dated—which wasn’t often—she preferred men with an academic background. Civilized men. Men who didn’t raise their voices to her. Men whose idea of taking a chance was drinking merlot with chicken instead of chardonnay. Men who would never dream of handcuffing her to a shower bar and making her scream with raw pleasure.
No wonder she’d been bored out of her skull.
With Drake’s hot, hard, made-to-please-a-woman body plastered to hers, it was hard to form a coherent thought, let alone an intellectual one.
But brains weren’t necessarily superior to brawn—nor were they mutually exclusive, as she’d previously thought. Drake was as cunning as he was sexy. As dangerous as he was mysterious.
Just when she thought she had him figured out he threw her for a loop.
A shiver rippled down her spine. Drake did nothing by half-measures. He didn’t hold anything back from her—his opinions, his temper, his kindness, his passion. How would it feel to be on the receiving end of that kind of devotion every day?
How did he feel about her? Besides wanting her in the most basic way a man wants a woman?
She feared that due to the intensity of their forced circumstances and heightened emotions what she felt for him wasn’t real. She might’ve romanticized him and this situation. Embellished the idea his touches were highly possessive.
But when she’d remembered his guilt for the difficult decision he’d made tonight, the absolute mastery he’d shown of her body and the sweet tenderness he’d revealed in the aftermath, a hot thrill ran through her.
A pang of regret. No matter how much she’d like to explore the long-term possibilities with Drake, his entrance into her life was a fluke. He’d return to Florida, maybe as soon as tomorrow, if he’d gotten the information he’d needed on Diablo from Tito Cortez.
She’d better make tonight count.
“Kenna?” Bobby said. “We’re back at the motel.”
She stretched. “Man. Do I need a shower.”
The side door slid open. Drake held a hand inside to help her from the van.
Kenna ducked her head and jumped to the concrete, forgetting she’d worn heels. Burning pain shot up her shins. “Ow.”
“Steady,” Drake murmured, curving his hand against her lower back for support.
Bobby hopped out and closed the door behind him. “Hey boss, we’ll be waiting in our room for a debrief.”
“I’ll be right there.”
If the debrief took half as long as the planning, she wouldn’t see him until sunup. So much for her seduction plans.
Once Bobby and Geo were a safe distance away, Drake gathered her in his strong arms. “You did great tonight. I know it wasn’t easy. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“You tired?”
“No.”
He rubbed his cheek against her forehead. “Hungry?”
Not for vending machine snacks.
“Maybe.”
He pulled back. When he glanced down into her face, his nostrils flared. “Jesus. Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m a midnight snack.”
“It’s not my fault you didn’t feed me.” Kenna nipped his chin. Laved the small sting with a saucy flick of her tongue. “And you are pretty tasty.”
“Keep it up,” he growled, “and I’ll throw you up against the van and fuck you right here.”
“Mmm. Promise?” She kissed his throat. “You have a thing for sex in public places.”
Drake groaned and gave her a small head butt. “What am I going to do with you, hot stuff?”
Keep me.
Oh don’t go there. You’ll just make it harder on yourself when he walks away.
Still, she tightened her hold on him, doubting he noticed.
“I’ve got to do this debrief right now. I don’t know how long it’ll take.”
“I’ll wait up.”
Surprise lit his eyes. “Really?”
“Really. But try to put the ‘brief’ back in debrief, okay?”
He kissed her so sweetly tears stung her lids. No doubt this man was going to break her heart.
They crisscrossed through the cars, motorcycles and trailers. Groups of bikers loitered in the parking lot. Cigarette smoke and laughter hung in the air. No one paid attention to them. They were just another couple calling it a night. It felt nice. Normal.
At the door to their room, Drake kissed her again, longingly, like he couldn’t bear to leave her.
“See you in a bit.”