Her heart raced. He was going to give her what she wanted. What she so desperately craved.
“Besides,” he went on, “I think you’re right. Woman as fine as you needs sex. A lot. And if your man can’t make time for you…well, someone should.”
He pushed his tray away and leaned forward. The smell of the salty fries on his breath mingled with his scent, crisp and cool, like the blizzard outside, a hint of manly sandalwood soap. She nearly leaped across the table to climb into his lap. Before she could act on the idea, he seized her chin in one hand, drawing her nearer for his kiss.
He ranged his lips across hers, gently swiping his tongue over the seam until she opened for him, welcomed him inside. He deepened the drugging kiss, cupping his hand on her cheek to drag her still closer. Her belly fluttered with longing as he ravaged her mouth, the intoxicating kiss moving from sweet to savage, his soft, lips becoming firmer, more demanding, harder on her mouth. He stroked his tongue against hers.
She wanted to kiss this guy all night. She was already drunk on him. But she craved more. So much more. And she sensed his own growing need in his devastating kiss.
“God, I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, his words vibrating against the corner of her budding smile. “Something just like this.”
Beneath the table, he gripped her knee, sliding his hand upward beneath the skirt of her business suit. Her breath quickened, her pulse beating so fast, the thumping of her heart seemed to pound in her ears. He splayed his fingers over her inner thigh, finally reaching the juncture between her legs and stroking her through the silky material until she teetered on the edge of an orgasm. Right there. Under the fluorescent lights of the food court. She nearly cried out in frustration when he withdrew his hand.
“Hate pantyhose,” he grumbled. “There’s a motel at the next exit. I’ll get us a room.”
“No.”
“No? Christ. You’re so hot you want it here?” He glanced around again, as if assessing how private they were.
“No.”
“Then what, babe? You’re in the driver’s seat. Tell me what you want.”
Oh, she wanted to. But the sexy, erotic words she wished to say stuck in her throat. “A motel’s too….”
“Sordid?”
“Not spontaneous.” Her voice emerged as a bare squeak.
“A car then? That’s your Volvo out front?”
“Yes.”
“Sturdy car.” He nodded, the flicker of a grin curving his lips.
“My husband’s kind of protective that way.”
“Hey, do me a favor? And stop mentioning your husband?
She nodded quickly. “But not the Volvo.” Not the kid-ferry in which she chauffeured the children back and forth. “How’d you get here?”
“Escalade. With a plow.”
She shut her eyes. Big, luxury Cadillac with heated, reclining seats. “We’ll use yours.”
“You’re sure?”
“Only one thing I was ever more sure of. And I promised not to mention that.”
“Okay.” A huge smile split his face, softening his carved-from-stone features. Wolfish hunger leaped into his blue eyes. He whisked their garbage into the trash, setting the plastic trays on the top of the receptacle. Her legs wobbly, she stood, trying to struggle back into her coat. Gallantly, he held it out for her, bundling her up. “Kinda ironic when I’ll be stripping you in two seconds flat.”
“That long?”
“Wow. Nothing like incentive to get a man going.”
She peered out the glass doors at the driving blizzard. The skies must have dumped another two inches while she’d sat inside.
“Not sure I’ll be able to walk in these.” She indicated her fashionable, spike-heeled boots.
He pointed at his shitkickers and his grin widened. “No problem.” Before she caught a breath, he’d swept her up in his arms and stalked across the parking lot with her. The dim outline of the large, boxy Escalade loomed, and Jack flicked the remote key, opening the doors and setting the interior climate control. He set her on her feet for the few moments it took him to roll back and incline the heated leather seats, creating a cozy love nest for them.
After lifting her up and handing her inside, he fiddled with the music system and stretched out beside her. The sexy strains of Barry White reverberated through the SUV.
“Oh, love that.” She sighed, closing her eyes.
“Thought you might.”
“A little lower, though? So we can hear each other?”
“You’re a screamer?”
Her face flamed and she blessed the darkness that prevented him from seeing her. “Not really. But I love hearing a man panting and grunting above me. Turns me on.”
“Christ.” He leaned over her with a groan. “I’ve never been this fucking hard in my life.” He took her hand and guided it to his fly. The stiffness of his erection proved his urgency, even through the layers of material between them. His kiss scorched her lips, insanely savage, his tongue thrusting inside her mouth without mercy. The ridge of his cock jutted against her palm.
Her pulse raced so fast the beat pounded in her throat. Every inch of her burned with desire. She suddenly wanted to taste him…almost as much as she needed him inside her.
“Get these clothes off,” she whimpered, tugging at his parka.
The flurry of activity that followed within the vehicle’s confined space had them both breathless and panting, alternately moaning in frustration and howling with laughter as they yanked at each other’s garments. He kept his Timberlands on, but rolled her long suede boots down her calves and tossed them over the back of the seat. She writhed as his hands caressed her, teasing, tantalizing. But she wanted, needed more.
“Hurry, Jack.”
Buttons popped. Zippers slid. He made fast work of her business suit, then her blouse. She couldn’t keep up. She’d managed only to unbuckle his heavy belt and remove his flannel shirt in the time it had taken him to strip her nearly bare. While the snow fell outside, the heat rose inside the vehicle. The windows steamed. Mandy wriggled on the leather seat, in only a filmy bra and taupe pantyhose. He snaked one hand beneath her, unclasping her bra, freeing her breasts and burying his face between them. His whiskery five o’clock shadow rasped against her cleavage, making her moan.
“These next.” With one swift and forceful pull, he shredded her pantyhose. “Hate those damn things.” He bent toward her.
“Wait!”
He lifted his head. “Thought you wanted me to hurry.”
“I do but…there’s something I have to do first.”
She hooked a finger into a belt loop on his jeans and tugged, then flicked open the top button of his waistband. Slowly, she inched down the zipper of his fly. His cock sprang upward and she wrapped her hand around him, barely able to close her fingers. She delighted in the feel of him, hot and hard.
“Unh,” he grunted, arching his back and pumping his hips forward. “Feels good.” He sucked in a hissed breath when she fondled him, running her palm along his length.
She leaned over him, her hair falling like a curtain to drape his groin. Taking the throbbing head into her mouth, she swirled her tongue over the sensitive slit at the tip. Oh, the taste of him. Salty. Musky. Delicious. Her own arousal skyrocketed off the charts, and she moaned around him. Intense, almost painful zings of lust flashed through her as she went down on him, the ache between her legs becoming more intense.
God. What a damn, fine man.
He was so big, so thick, she couldn’t take all of him at first, but she thoroughly licked and kissed him, noisily smacking her lips. The wet, erotic sucking sounds and the increasing tempo of his answering groans nearly drowned out the sultry, seductive song stylings of Barry White.
Jack threaded the fingers of one hand through her hair, holding her against him and thrusting upward into her hungry mouth, taking control of her frenzied tempo. “Gotta slow this down a little, Mandy,” he growled, “or I’ll come in your mouth.
And I want to come inside you.”
He eased his other hand up her bare thigh, gliding along her heated flesh to the juncture of nerves at her core, his fingers questing within her slick folds. She spread her legs to give him greater access. A long, low moan of delight escaped her when he unerringly found her swollen clit and rubbed teasing strokes with his thumb. All thoughts fled. She barely remembered her name as she bucked. Tilting her hips, she writhed and undulated, the mounting sexual tension indescribable.
Taking hold of her hair, he tugged gently, raising her off his cock. “Enough, beautiful.” His deep voice sounded harsh and guttural, displaying the cost of the tight control he’d enforced on his own desires. “Or I’ll never be able to give you what you want.”
“What kind of guy stops a blow job in progress?” Her voice sounded thin, tense, a rubber band stretched too taut.
“A guy who wants to satisfy a woman.”
“You are. Oh, God, you are.” She’d never experienced such exciting foreplay, so raw, so arousing, so carnal and erotic. As if they were enclosed together in a cocoon of sheer bliss, no one else existing in the world.
Without removing his other hand from her pussy, he used his greater bulk to roll her onto her back and then cupped her breast, massaging the curved underside. Concentrating on her erect nipple, he wrung a series of long sighs of pleasure from her. He bent his head, drawing the tight bud between his lips, sucking and licking with gusto, the way she had enjoyed his cock.
While the heel of his palm kept up the devastating pressure on her clit, he eased two fingers into her. Rapture. Liquid fire suffused her. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back against the seat, loving his invasion, the sure, steady movement of his hand and fingers driving her out of her mind.
“Jesus,” he mumbled. “So wet. So hot.”
Propping himself on one arm, he eased away from her breast, moving upward to plant silky kiss after silky kiss on her mouth, lingering as if to savor her taste.
“I want to feel your weight.” Nearly whimpering, she pushed at his forearm until he collapsed on top of her, allowing her to wrap her arms around his back, drawing him closer.
He crushed her into the seat then branded her lips with a tempting, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue mimicking the motions of fingers.
“Gonna eat you up, little girl.”
“Go for it, wolfman.”
She saw the flash of a wicked canine grin in the light from the dashboard. Needing no more encouragement, he slid down her body, removing his fingers from between her legs, replacing his hand with his mouth. She nearly bucked off the seat, her spine curving as her hips jutted upward.
The rasp of his tongue. The determined velvet of his lips. The hungry firmness of his mouth. Electrifying. Thrilling.
By everything holy. Her heart racing, she shook with lust. In another second, he’d drive her out of her mind. She didn’t know where she was anymore. Didn’t know who she was. Who he was. This man taking her to the boundaries of ecstasy and beyond. No past. No future. Only this. This one perfectly sexual moment. So lusty and lascivious. So secret and…stolen.
She twisted her fingers through his hair as he licked and tasted her, until she rocketed past crazed, melting into a pool of sensation, nothing left of her but quivering jelly.
“Yum,” he mumbled. And fucked her with his tongue. Sending her into the stratosphere.
Orgasm after orgasm shook her, the contractions starting deep within and fanning outward until every one of her muscles was in play, no cell in her body remaining static, untouched. Her legs tensed, her fingers rigid in Jack’s hair as the tremors of delight seized her, holding her in thrall. Wave upon wave of ecstasy. Complete and utter magic.
She slowly opened her eyes to gaze into those of the gorgeous, generous, hunk of beautiful manhood who’d so rocked her world.
He’d wandered upward, his broad, muscular chest strafing her breasts, his toned abdomen flush against her belly. He beamed at her, aglow with masculine pride, a man confident he’d done right by his woman, his smile still slick with her.
“Ready, babe?”
Her mind still absent, she barely registered what he was asking or had time to nod in response before he slid his big cock inside her. The sound of his ragged groan thrilled her. Like that of a man in the throes of the ultimate relief.
“Missed this,” he growled.
He’d already relaxed her, softened her, making her nerveless and boneless. The multiple orgasms lubricated his way. She opened for him completely, welcoming the invasion, delighting in the way he filled her. Fulfilled her.
She wrapped her arms around him, gripping his broad shoulders until he finally began to move, setting a slow, steady pace, his strokes long and easy, once more bringing her to the brink. Tension built throughout her body again.
“More,” she urged. “Faster.”
He increased his soaring rhythm, driving in and out of her with shorter, more frenzied thrusts. She bit her lower lip, but her cries burst from her lips. The SUV filled with the sounds of their fucking, of the squeak of their bodies on the leather seats, of his panting grunts, of her crazed gasps and shivery moans. The musky, pungent scent of sex.
“Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me harder.”
He drove into her, deeper, faster, pinning her to the seat, his weight crushing her, his cock pounding relentlessly into her. She craved him. Couldn’t get enough. She slid her hands downward, her fingernails digging into his back. No question she’d be leaving her mark on him.
He brought her to new heights of spectacular pleasure. Her mind splintered again as he once more worked his incredible wizardry, erasing every thought from her head. She knew nothing other than the passionate ecstasy of their joined bodies. He rocked forward with a mighty thrust and beneath her fingers his muscles bunched and tensed.
He was about to come. But so was she. Her body burned for release. He pumped into her again and went rigid above her, crying out her name. Hot seed spurted into her, and he collapsed on top of her with a groan, sending her breathlessly over the edge. Into madness.
Several long moments went by before either one of them managed to lift their heads.
She listened to his irregular breathing, his chin resting in the hollow between her shoulder and neck, her fingers playing in his damp hair.
“That was one fuckin’ helluva work out,” he mumbled at last. Shifting position, he drew her into the shelter of his arms.
“I’ll say.” Her heart still raced. She grazed the curve of his shoulder with her lips, and he held her against him, allowing her to cuddle. Burrowing into his side, she inhaled the delicious scent of him. She’d have this one snowy night always. Tucked away in a secret place.
“Any regrets, baby?” he asked after a while. He fiddled with the console and the dash, turning up the heat a notch as the sweat cooled on their bodies.
“Why would I?” She met his intent gaze. “Best sex…ever.”
A triumphant grin split his face, lightening his expression. “Not sure how I feel about that,” he teased.
“You should feel pretty damned pleased. I know I was.”
He remained silent for a moment then started to gather up their discarded clothing. Not eager to struggle into a bra, and with her pantyhose in ruins, she decided to go commando. She wriggled into her skirt and blouse. He zipped up his jeans and buttoned his shirt.
“What about the condom thing?” he asked. “Sorry about that, but I got a little carried away.”
“A little?” A small laugh escaped her. “I think we both did.” She stroked his flannel sleeve, loving the feel of the hard muscles beneath.
“Ready to deal with any consequences?”
“If you are.”
He turned on the ignition and revved the motor. “We have to do this again, Mandy.”
“No kidding.”
“What about your husband? He’ll be all right with it?”
She grinned at him. “He suggested it. So I’m pretty sure he’ll b
e okay.”
“Oh, yeah. Better than okay.”
“I love you, Jack.”
“Totally mutual, baby. Don’t ever stop reminding me how much.”
He pressed the “phone” button on the dashboard. A high-pitched chorus of “Hello, Daddy!” filled the cab of the Escalade.
“Everything okay, kids?”
“Did you find Mommy?”
“Yep. Stuck in the blizzard. But I’ve got her. Be good for grandma. We’re on our way home.”
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Taryn Kincaid lives in the spooky, historic, scenic Hudson Valley, where things sometimes go bump in the night. She is the author of Healing Hearts, a Regency romance; Sleepy Hollow Dreams, an erotic romance; and Lightning, Thunder, and Frost, all 1Night Stand stories. Drop by and visit her at http://tarynkincaid.com, Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads. She loves hearing from readers!
Lightning
In mystic Sleepy Hollow, succubus Lily Night put her prom date, Campbell Jones, into a coma after a night of wild, unbridled sex. She has steered clear of mortals ever since, afraid of damaging them or worse, not to mention the inconvenience of knocking out the power every time they have sex.
Successful architect Campbell Jones has lived with strange powers and a sexy secret since that prom night. He’s buried himself in work to forget the woman who’d dumped him at the ER then vanished from his life without a trace.
Neither Lily nor Campbell have forgotten that night or the love they’d shared. Will a 1Night Stand help them bury their past?
Thunder
When witchy Veronica Hardwicke hires the By Jones construction company to renovate her spooky Sleepy Hollow mansion, she gets more than she bargained for in her sexy contractor. But the hunky Sean Jones is determined to keep his professional distance. Until one stormy night and one steamy 1Night Stand.
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