If You Say So (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 6)

“Say it,” I whispered.

“My thoughts, baby?” he said slowly, once again going down to drop little teasing kisses along my jaw. “They’re dark now. I’m not sure you’re ready to hear exactly what I think.”

I reached up to cup his face in my hands and turned him so that I could reach his mouth.

When he allowed me that, I raised up and planted a hard kiss directly on his lips. I followed it up by licking the seam of them since he hadn’t opened up, then bit the plump bottom lip of his playfully.

He gasped and I moved my mouth down to trail kisses over his face. His nose. His eyes. Anything I could reach before my abs began to screech in protest.

“Tell me,” I urged. “I can take anything you’re willing to give. I assure you.”

He must’ve sensed that I was telling the truth, because he leaned down until only a breath of air separated us and spoke directly into my mouth.

“Your ass,” he growled. “I want to fuck your ass. I want to hold you down and fuck you so hard that you scream.”

“In pleasure?” I asked, chest rising and falling with my increase in breaths.

“In whatever I want you to scream in,” he said bluntly. “In whatever I want to do to you. Let that sink in.”

I was letting it sink in.

Boy, was I.

And the delicious shiver that rocked my body after he said those words? Yeah, that definitely wasn’t in fear.

“You don’t scare me, Luca,” I told him. “Nothing you do scares me.”

“Nothing?” he asked, his voice deceptively like a purr.

I started to push my hands underneath his shirt.

I needed to feel his skin. Needed to…

He bit my shoulder, hard enough to make me squeak.

“Are you sure nothing I can do will scare you?” he asked, his hands going down to my dress and pushing it up as he slowly started to skirt his way up my bare thigh.

I laughed when he froze at encountering my bare flesh.

“You’re not wearing any underwear?” he growled.

I licked my lips, loving the way he sounded so flabbergasted.

“No,” I answered. “I took them off in the bathroom of the bar before we came out here. They were wet.”

His hand moved until his fingers were hovering at my entrance.

“Why were they wet?” he asked.

I would’ve loved to say something sexy about how his body turned me on and that he made me wet, but I wasn’t usually a liar. And he knew exactly why they were wet.

“I sat in water on the boat,” I answered, a grin tilting up the corner of my lips. “The wet underwear was driving me insane.”

He chuckled against my skin as he slowly moved his mouth down to my breast that was still contained by the simple t-shirt dress that I’d worn out tonight.

He bit my nipple through the fabric, then sucked the peak into his wet mouth and gave a small suck.

“You know,” he said as he pulled back. “Just because you have breasts that don’t need a bra, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t wear one.”

His fingers were on the move now, too, one finger now breaching my entrance with a casualness that was surprising.

His breath wasn’t even coming any faster as he practically played my body like his own personal musical instrument.

I moaned when his finger sank into me halfway, then pulled right back out again. I would’ve cursed him, too, had he not sunk it right back inside, only two fingers thick this time.

“I wore no bra because I knew you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from looking at me all night.” I paused. “Or keeping me at your side so you could glare at anybody that dared look below my chin.”

He bit down hard on my nipple, causing me to jerk.

The move pushed his fingers deeper inside of me, causing other things to clench.

“Jesus,” I said, unable to keep my hips still any longer. “The things you’re able to do to me with just two fingers and one single nipple.”

He curled said fingers, and I nearly had an out of body experience.

I didn’t realize that it was possible to come so fast and so abruptly but turns out I learned new things every single day.

When I came back to myself, Luca was licking his fingers clean and shoving his shorts down low enough that his cock popped free.

Seconds after that, his cock was at my entrance and our positions were once again changed.

He was now sitting on the seat with his back to the soft leather, and I was straddling his thighs. Only, I was facing the front glass with my back to his.

“Oh, God,” I said, loving how dirty this made me feel.

If someone walked past the front of the car, they’d definitely see us—me—and what we were doing.

There would be no denying it seeing as I was on display for the world to see.