Joy Ride by Desiree Holt (bill gates best books TXT) 📗

the wall switch, turning on the bedside lamp before setting her on the floor. It was almost a race to see who could undress the other one first. Clothing flew everywhere and then she was flat on her back with Marc hovering over her, the passion in his eyes so strong it was almost singed her with its heat.

“Hurry,” she urged.

“Not too fast,” he murmured. “I want to touch every part of you. See all of you. I dreamed of you every night this week.” He chuffed a laugh. “The boner I wake up with every morning gets bigger and harder every day.”

“Me, too.” She swallowed a nervous giggle. “Not the boner. I mean about the dreaming.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

He kissed her again, his hands sliding through her hair, the act one of possession as much as passion, then he moved his lips to the hollow of her throat. “Did you dream of me doing this?” He pinched first one nipple then the other. “And this?” He bit lightly on one pebbled tip.

The pulse in her womb ratcheted up, and she knew her sex was wet and ready for him. “Yes.” Her breath came out in a rush. ”Yes, I could almost feel your mouth on me.”

“Like this?” he asked again, his lips cruising over her breasts, his tongue teasing the pebbled tips. The touch of his mouth sent sparks clear to her toes.

“Yes, like that.” She arched into him.

“How about this?” One hand skimmed over her tummy, then his fingers threaded through the curls covering her mound to find her clit. The moment he touched it, fire speared through her.

“More,” she begged. “Touch me more.”

“Is this what you want?” He rasped his thumb over her sensitive nub again and again.

Every pulse in her body throbbed with delicious need. She widened her legs and lifted her hips to him, trying to tell him silently what she wanted next.

“Oh, yes. Yes, yes.”

He kissed her tummy then lower, his tongue twisting through her soft curls until he found her clit again. She trembled beneath his touch as he tugged the swollen bud between his teeth and licked the hot tip. He pulled her into his mouth, sucking gently. She shook under the assault of multiple sensations. Her nipples ached and every part of her sex pulsed with hunger and need.

His skin was hot against hers, the fiery length of his cock burning against her thigh as he moved his fingers in and out of her.

“Feel how hard I am for you?” His words were edged with the roughness of lust. “I’ve missed you so damn much, Music Lady. Missed this.”

“Me, too,” she whispered. “Touch inside me.”

“With pleasure,” he growled, sliding two fingers into her vagina.

She clamped down on them, hitching her hips to create friction. “Mmmh,” she whimpered.

“Good, baby? I like to make it good for you.”

He worked a third finger in with the other two, taking her clit into his mouth again until she didn’t think she could stand it one more minute.

“Inside me.” She could barely form words by now. “All of you. Please. Right now.”

He slipped his hand from her wet grasp and rubbed her hot button as he reached for a condom and rolled it onto his pulsing erection.

Emma ran her hands over the hard muscles of his arms and back, relearning his touch, inhaling his familiar scent as she opened her thighs wider for him. She bent her knees to give him better access, digging her heels into the bed and arching up to him. With one hard thrust, he was inside her.

She was complete now. Totally connected to him. Emotions whirled through her like a hurricane, plucking at her heart as the feel of him invaded her body.

His mouth was on hers again, and she sighed into it as he filled every inch of her, the walls of her sex gripping him, clenching him, How had she lasted these past days without this? Without him? Her heart squeezed with the intensity of her feelings.

Then he lifted his head and fixed her with his hot gaze, and her thoughts disappeared like smoke.

“I don’t know how long I can hold on to this, babe. I think we’re both hanging on the edge.”

“Yes,” she urged. “Hurry. Now.”

Balancing his weight on his hands, he pumped into her with a ferocity—a joining that shook her entire body, but she didn’t care. It was exactly what she needed. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she hitched herself even closer, riding the wave with him as the orgasm uncoiled inside her like a length of rope caught in the wind. As if they’d received some silent signal, they exploded at the same time, bodies shaking and shuddering with the spasms, breathing raw in the otherwise silent room.

“Good God!”

Marc collapsed forward, catching himself on his forearms before rolling to the side and taking her with him. He was still deep inside her and, at the moment, it was a linking she desperately didn’t want to lose.

His soft breath dusted her cheek, the dampness of his body fused with her. She wasn’t sure whose heartbeat was banging at her ribs, hers or his, amazed at how in sync they were. She kissed his forehead and brushed the damp hair from his skin. Touching him always sent a surge of warmth through her. How would she survive if he walked away from her? Somehow she had to dig deep enough to conquer this unreasoning fear of hers. Or else face it head on and deal with whatever happened.

He smiled at her with lips swollen from their kisses, the look he gave her melting her like chocolate. “That was some way to start the weekend, ML. If we do it too often I might not survive.”

She grinned at him. “Wimp.”

“I’ll show you wimp,” he growled, pushing her onto her back again. Then he moaned, a rueful sound. “But maybe not right this minute. I need one to revive here.”

Emma laughed. “I’ll give you five.”

“We’ll see.” He kissed her