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

That’s how I ended up at Aftershock the first night.” She shook her head. “That was the boldest thing I’d ever done. And it scared me. Can you understand that?”

He took her hands in his. “Yes, now that I know you better. You were driving on a highway with no roadmap.”

“Exactly. Not telling you my name was my safety net. If it all fell apart I could run back to being who and what I was before and you’d never find me. I could pretend none of it ever happened.”

“But it did happen.” He lifted her hands and kissed her knuckle.

“Yes, it certainly did.” She smiled at him. “I didn’t know I’d meet the man who’d steal my heart and make my body sing. Who could teach me the wonders of making love with someone who really cares, and who loves giving pleasure as much as getting it.”

“I always want to pleasure you.” He trailed kisses across one cheek. “You’re so beautiful, and you taste like heaven. When you’re not with me I dream about kissing you, about holding your breasts in my hands. About drinking your essence and feeling myself inside you, all tight and wet and hot.”

She shivered as desire coursed through her. “I…think of us naked in the shower.” Heat crept up her cheeks. “You know I’ve never done that with anyone else.”

“Yes, and I’m damn glad.” His hands slipped down her back to cup her ass. “We’ll take a lot of showers together from now on, Count on it.”

“Marc?” She frowned.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I want you to meet my folks but they might not exactly be your cup of tea.”

He laughed. “You mean I might not be theirs.”

“Whatever.”

“No matter. My family will love you. I can’t wait to take you to Sunday brunch. In fact, how about this Sunday?”

“If…if you’re sure.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I love you. I want you with me forever.”

Emma sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. “Me, too.”

“We’ll talk about it after.”

“After what?”

“After this.”

He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, pausing only to turn on the little bedside lamp.

This is so right. I belong here with him. I want this for the rest of my life.

He undressed her with exquisite care, his heart pounding as he exposed each area of her silken skin. Her breasts were heavy in his palms, her nipples taut as he brushed his thumbs over them. With his tongue he laved her taut buds, his teeth nipping them before he pulled them into his mouth. The taste of them was so delicious, like ripe berries, their flavor exploding as he gently nipped them. He could feast on them forever.

He knelt to remove her jeans and thong, his hands shaking with need and hunger and love, his mouth trailing moist kisses over her tummy and her thighs. He took a moment to caress her soft skin, touching the swells and valleys. Beneath his hands ML was trembling, too, and the scent of her musk drifted across his nose. The knowledge this woman would be in his bed for the rest of his life nearly made him come undone.

He lifted one foot, holding it in his hand as he pressed his mouth to her ankle, tasting her, feeling the pulse beneath his tongue. His thumbs traced the line of her calves, his mouth following until he reached her knee. He did the same thing with the other leg, taking his time. He’d waited so long to be able to make love to her without her doubts clouding the issue, he didn’t want to rush. Instead, needing to savor every moment.

Marc caressed her thighs with his open palms, moving his hands up until he reached the seam where hip and thigh joined, framing her mound. He leaned his head forward slightly to run his tongue along her slit. She was shaking badly now, clutching his shoulders with her hands to steady herself, her nails digging into his muscles as he teased her clit and swirled her essence on his tongue.

“Oh, please.” Her breathing hitched. “Please, Marc. I want you so badly.”

“I want you, too, babe, but I want to make this special. I want you to know how much I love you with everything I do.”

“I know. I just…can I touch you, too? Please?”

“In a while.” If she touched him now, he’d go off like a rocket and it would be all over but the shouting.

He rose on legs far from steady and yanked his shirt over his head without bothering to undo the buttons. His gaze held hers as he toed off his shoes then pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his legs and tossed them to the side.

Her eyes on his cock were like twin lasers of unbearable heat. His shaft flexed under her gaze and a drop of fluid seeped from the slit, sifting on the soft skin. She brushed her thumb over the surface, catching the bead. When she licked it with a slow sweep of her tongue, Marc was sure he’d lose it then and there.

“Jesus, ML. Have pity here.”

“I can’t,” she protested. “This week has been pure hell for me. I want to touch you and put my mouth on you everywhere. I’m so hungry for you I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop with one little taste.”

“For the moment you might have to,” he growled. “I can’t wait to be inside you. I have to be inside you. Now.”

In one swift movement, he yanked back the covers on the bed and nudged her backward until she was lying on the sheet. Lying down beside her, he moved his mouth over her again—the spot behind her ear that sent shivers through her, the line of her neck, the hollow of her throat where her pulse beat frantically. Down over her beasts, her tummy, a swirl of tongue in her navel. Then the insides of her thighs, the touch making her quiver