Her Last Wild Ride

Something light and almost giddy pierced me. If I hadn’t been so happy

that Johnny wasn’t still looking at me with that icy expression I might have been worried.

“And what about tonight?”

His mouth quirked. Sexy again. “Oh yeah, we’re riding tonight, too, but we don’t need the bike for that.”

He tugged me toward him and slipped his hands into my jacket to push it off my shoulders and down my arms. I let it drop to the floor and shivered minutely as anticipation washed over me in a rush.

Then he pulled me right into him so that our bodies were welded together. I could feel the thick ridge of his erection between us, and just like that, my panties were soaking. He cupped my face and bent his head to kiss me. I shoved down any hint of emotion. This wasn’t about that. This was just physical.

I wound my arms around his neck and pressed closer. I wanted to climb into his skin. He tasted so hot and sexy, tongue rough and demanding, stroking and thrusting, just like his hips were thrusting toward me.

He took his hands away from my face and smoothed them down the sides of my body, all the way until he had a big hand on each buttock, fingers spread and molding my flesh, cupping my ass. Then he lifted me with awesome ease and my legs went automatically around his hips.

We broke apart, breathing harshly. I could look down into his face from here, and his eyes were so dark they looked black. Something made me blurt out, “Let’s just take this one fuck at a time, okay?”

I held my breath. All I could feel were his big hands on my ass and the hard thrust of his dick at the juncture of my legs, his hair short and silky in my fingers.

His chest rumbled against mine. “Absolutely, Ash. That’s all we both want. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Something inside me eased. I kissed him again. Luxuriating in the feel of him, so strong and male. I vowed then that I’d savor every moment of this last wild ride and have no regrets when it was over. My protection was in knowing that Johnny Ryan wanted exactly the same thing.

Chapter Eight

Johnny took off Ashling’s boots and threw them somewhere behind him. Now she lay back on his bed, hair in a glorious tangle of dark gold around her head, T-shirt riding up, a sexy glint in her eyes.

Damn. His heart hadn’t fully come back to normal since he’d heard the low throttle of the bike outside, had gone to look and had seen her getting off. Instead of anger surging up, it had been intense excitement and anticipation.

What she’d just told him had made his chest clutch tight for her. He knew all about traumas, scored so deeply into your soul that they might be there forever. But then he thought of what she’d just said, Let’s take this one fuck at a time, and the tightness eased. That’s all he wanted, too. They were on the same page.

And right now he wanted to lose himself in her and stop thinking about anything else.

“Hey...” Ashling pouted now from the bed. “You made me a promise in the shower—something about screaming for mercy...or more?”

An incendiary image popped into Johnny’s head then and his gaze narrowed on her as the blood pumped to his straining dick, making him even harder.

“I want you naked,” he growled. “Now.”

Ashling drew her T-shirt up and over her head and threw it aside. She put her hands behind her back to undo her bra, arching upward, making those plump, firm swells pout toward him, nipples already hard. Thickly he said, “Leave it on for now.”

Jesus Christ. He was about ready to come and they’d barely touched yet.

“Your jeans.”

Ashling undid her buttons and she wriggled her hips to shimmy her jeans down her thighs. Her belly was flat and toned. Johnny bent forward and helped pull them off, throwing them in the same general direction as her boots.

He came to the end of the bed and pushed her legs apart with his hands, gripping her thighs. He could see her face flush.

Need was like an inferno, burning him up inside. He brought his hands to her lace panties and calmly ripped them apart at the sides. The material came apart easily.

“Hey,” Ashling protested not very vehemently, “I liked them.”

Johnny threw the torn material aside and came down on two hands over her body, but not touching. Not yet. He’d explode.

“Panties are overrated. Now put your hands over your head.”

He saw the flare of interest in her gaze. The way her cheeks flushed more. Obediently she lifted her arms and stretched them out above her head. They rested near the slats of the headboard.