His naked body was impressive, with smooth pecs, and a sprinkling of tattoos on his broad chest, tracing down to a taut waist and a killer six-pack. And below that … well, he would be magnificently hung and hard as hell. She clenched her legs together in anticipation of how amazing he was going to feel once he was finally inside of her.
The corners of his mouth turned up in a sensual smile as he looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “Like what you see?”
“Oh yeah.” His muscles rippled as he walked, the tribal tattoo sleeve on his left arm moving in rhythm with his gait.
Climbing onto the bed, he crawled toward her and gripped the backside of her knees, spreading them wider as he inhaled deeply.
“I love your smell, and I bet you taste real good too.”
Her breath hitched. Of course she’d been with men before, but no man had ever put his mouth to her sex, ever. Her girlfriends had talked about the way some men were good at it, while others were awkward, but Ashley had never asked to be pleasured in that way.
Smokey sat back on his knees, staring at her naked body. Every place his heated look touched brought a wave of heat and lingering fire.
“So fuckin’ sexy.”
Moving his body over hers, he planted his palms on either side of her. Kissing her lips, he began nipping and licking his way down to the swell of her breasts.
“You’re so soft.” She shuddered as he dragged his tongue across her sensitive skin. “You’ve got great tits.”
Cupping them, she held her breath when his lips swept across her nipples. Adding his tongue, he teased her until arousal surged through her core. She wanted to demand for him to take it further, to release the tension setting her skin ablaze.
Burying her fingers into his hair, she tried to steer him to her aching nipples. A low chuckle rumbled out of his chest as he kissed and nipped everywhere but where she wanted it the most.
“Please,” she whispered.
Looking up her body, his warm breath lingered just above her nipple. When he finally sucked it into his mouth, she moaned loudly, watching as he clamped it between his teeth, flicking his tongue across it.
A cry broke free from her throat.
“You like that, darlin’?”
Arching her back, she strained against him. “I do.”
“Put your hands over your head.”
She raised her arms and gripped the headboard. With his eyes still locked on hers, he lowered his mouth and covered her hardened bud, sucking, licking, and biting, while his fingertips tightened and rolled her other nipple. A ball of fire rushed down her spine to between her legs, inflaming her need for him.
As he continued to play with her breasts, his hand slowly glided down her body, leaving pebbled flesh in its wake. When his fingers brushed against her inner thighs, she bucked against him.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he whispered running his finger up and down her wet heat.
“Yes,” she whimpered, her body on fire and desperately wanting him inside of her.Redness crept up her neck and over her face. No man had ever made her feel like that before: needy and vulnerable before.
“Don’t be embarrassed. You’re a damn sexy woman with a hot as hell body. Embrace it.”
Dragging his mouth away from her nipple, he licked a path between her breasts, past her ribcage and over her belly, until his face was mere inches from her pussy. Butterflies swirled in Ashley’s stomach as she held her breath, her heart pounding in her throat. His tongue slowly licked her from slit to clit.
“So fuckin’ amazing—salty and sweet.”
Her attention shifted to his tongue as it slid between her folds, his fingers inching their way toward her sex. He circled around her sweet spot, then moved away from it, stroking her slow and sensuously from her puckered hole to her hardening nub. Taking it into his mouth, he sucked as he slowly pushed his middle finger into her pussy.
“Damn, woman, you’re fuckin’ soaked.”
A moan of pleasure forced its way through her parted lips as he shoved his finger deeper, rubbing around her sweet spot.
“It feels good, doesn’t it, darlin’?”
Smokey inserted two more fingers inside, twisting them around, pulling them in and out as she writhed and panted, her hands still gripping the slats in the headboard. Running his tongue over the side of her pulsing nub, she closed her eyes, letting the sensations consume her. A tight coil deep down inside of her began to unfurl—slowly at first, and then faster and faster. Suddenly, pulsing pleasure ripped through her body, like melting and exploding at the same time. She didn’t have any control, and it was perhaps the only time in her life that she wasn’t worried about anything but that very moment.
She opened her eyes to a grinning Smokey hovering over her. Reaching out, she ran her fingernails down his chest, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “Fuck, that was incredible.” Gliding her hand lower, she brushed it along his thick erection.
“That was just a warm-up.” Leaning over, he picked his jeans up off the floor and pulled something out of the back pocket.
Ripping open the foil wrapper, he quickly rolled it down and over his dick. He carries condoms with him. Not wanting to think too much on it, Ashley watched as he grasped both of her legs and shoved them farther apart.
Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, “Do you like it rough?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Let’s see if you do. If it gets to be too much, let me know and I’ll slow it down.
Swallowing hard, she nodded, not at all sure what she’d gotten herself into.
Looming over her, he gripped her legs and lifted them to his shoulders. Staring at her intently, he pushed inside of her slowly.
She gasped. “Holy shit!”
Smokey grabbed her breasts, squeezing and kneading them.
“Fuck, woman, your pussy’s so tight. It feels real good.”
She closed her eyes, smiling. Smokey was way more vocal than any of the men she’d had sex with before. It turned her on and made her feel awkward at the same time, because she really didn’t know how to respond to the things he was saying.
“Look at me,” he demanded, cupping her cheek with one hand. “I want to watch you while we fuck.”
Opening her eyes, she stared into his while clenching her muscles around his cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
Pulling out slowly, he slammed into her.
“Damn!” she cried out.
“You want it like this?” he growled as he pinched her nipples.
“Yes. Fuck me rough,” she said, brushing her hair away from her sweaty face.
“Fuck yeah. That's it, woman.”
Leaning forward, he kissed her passionately while pounding into her; a delicious combination of depravity and romance. As Smokey held her legs back, his hips moved faster, the fusion of their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm driving her wild. One hand played with her nipples while the other rubbed against her aching clit. The speed was relentless, and the sound of her wetness mixed with the slapping of his balls against her ass with each thrust.
“Come for me,” he ordered breathlessly, flicking her hardened nub.
Ashley’s body tightened as she clawed at his chest, her shattering climax rocking her entire body. It was like an intense roller coaster ride, picking her up into the stratosphere, then dropping her down over and over until her head was spinning. He pulled all the way out, then rammed his cock in so deep, a multitude of colors erupted behind her eyelids.
Throwing his head back, a rumbling groan burst from deep within his chest and out of his mouth. “Fuck, Ashley.”
Removing her legs from his shoulders, she grabbed him by his waist and pulled him close, claiming his mouth in a hard, wet kiss. Pulling away, he collapsed on top of her, resting his head between her neck and shoulder. She ran her fingers through his damp hair and down his back as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
He rolled off her and cradled her against
his chest.
“What the hell are you doing to me, woman?” he murmured, his fingers running lightly up and down her arm.
Overwhelmed by emotion, she didn’t reply. They’d crossed a line, and she hoped neither
of them would regret it.
Snuggling closer, she wrapped her arm around his waist and closed her eyes.
* * *
The sound of an unfamiliar ringtone roused Ashley from a deep sleep. Rolling over, she groped around the nightstand, trying to find the phone. Once she had it in hand, she sat up and saw the name Willy flashing across the screen.
“Are you checking my phone log?” Smokey asked from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair and toned body partially wet.
“No. Your phone woke me up, and I just reacted by reaching for it.”
“I’m just joking. You don’t strike me as the possessive psycho type.”
He walked over to her and put his fingers under her chin, tipping her head back. Crushing his mouth to hers, he pulled the sheet away from her body and cupped her breast.
“Morning, darlin’.”
“Good morning. You smell like coconuts and oranges.”
“I smell like a chick.”
Giggling, she ran her hands over his broad shoulders. “You smell good.”
“Next time, I’ll bring my own stuff.”
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Next time. I like that. His lips on hers again brought her out of her thoughts, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her bare breasts against his damp chest.
“I like the way you feel,” he said hoarsely as he pushed her down on the mattress.
Laughing, she clutched his towel and tugged it from his waist. His erection poking against her, she wrapped her legs around him, nudging him closer.
“Fuck, woman.”
Spreading her legs wide, she smiled as he lowered his head.
* * *
Two hours later, Ashley stretched out in the bed like a cat in the sun, every part of her body relaxed and sated. No man had ever awakened her body so thoroughly, and she found herself craving his touch.
The low murmur of Smokey’s voice floated into the bedroom from the family room where he’d gone to return Willy’s call. Her stomach growled just then, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten since lunch the day before. The previous night, she had planned to stop by Little Pepinas to pick up a lasagna dinner, but then she’d bumped into Smokey, altering her plans in a deliciously wicked way. No complaints there. A wide smile spread across her face as she pushed up from the bed and padded into the bathroom.
A half hour later, she was showered and dressed in a pair of jeans and her favorite sweater with traveling stitches that trailed across the chunky amber top falling right above the waistband of her blue jeans. After slipping on a pair of short black boots, she added a swipe of blush across her cheeks, two coats of mascara to her lashes, and an apricot gloss to her lips. Dabbing a few drops of lavender patchouli perfume oil to her wrists, the base of her throat, and behind her earlobes, she fluffed her hair with her fingers and left the room.
When she entered the family room, she saw Smokey sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. Looking up, his gaze slid slowly over her body.
He whistled softly through his teeth. “You look beautiful.”
A warm and tingly feeling spread through her at his words. “Thanks.”
“What’re your plans today?”
“Getting something to eat—I’m starving. But after that, nothing much.” She wanted to spend the day with him, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. “You probably have a lot of stuff to do. Do you work on Saturdays?”
“Sometimes, but not today. I could go for some chow myself. I ordered a burger last night, but never got around to eating it.” He winked at her. “A sexy woman diverted my attention away from everything else.”
She laughed. “How odd. The same thing happened to me.”
“You up for some chow at Ruthie’s?”
“I’d love that. I’m surprised at how good the food is there.”
Smokey rose to his feet. “Ruthie’s a damn good cook, and it’s not a dive. She cares about her customers and the quality of the food.”
“So there really is a Ruthie?”
“Yeah, and she’s been running the place for years since inheriting it from her parents. Ruthie and her old man ran it together until he died several years ago. The woman’s got a lot of gumption and determination.” Leaning in, he lowered his head and brushed his lips across hers. “Just like you.”
The touch of his lips sent tingles down her spine. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, his hands moved down her back to cup her ass, their mouths meshing with an escalating hunger. It felt so damn good being in Smokey’s arms, kissing and desiring him. I’m doomed. The thought sent an icy chill through her body. What if she was just another chick he finally got into his bed? Stop doing this. Live in the moment.
Breaking the kiss, Smokey leaned back. “Are you okay?” His shallow breathing matched hers as his gaze roamed over her face.
“Yes.”
He ran the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. “Just now, I felt a slight disconnect. Don’t overthink this.”
It unnerved her at how he could read her. “I’m not.” She lied. “I like being with you.”
His features softened. “That’s good, because I feel the same.” He gently tapped the side of her head. “And before that mind of yours goes into overdrive—you’re not like any woman I’ve known. I don’t know what we got going here, but it’s different from anything I’ve ever had with any other woman.” He dipped his head low and kissed her softly. “I better feed you.” Smacking her ass, she giggled.
Ashley walked over to the kitchen counter and scooped up her keys, put the strap of her purse over her shoulder, and walked into the garage.
“Where are you going?” she asked when he strode past her car.
“I only ride in cages when I have to. We’ll take my bike.”
“I’m guessing ‘cages’ means cars?”
“You got it,” he replied over his shoulder.
“I can meet you there.”
Stopping in the middle of the driveway, he turned around, a confused look on his face.
“Why the hell would you do that? We’ll go together.”
“I’m nervous about riding on a motorcycle.”
He laughed and held out his hand. “Come here.”
Ashley darted her eyes from him to her car and sighed. Opening her purse, she dropped the key fob inside and shuffled over to Smokey.
Grasping her hand, he drew her to him, holding her head against his chest. Threading his fingers through her hair, he told her, “There’s no fuckin’ way I’m gonna let anything happen to you. I’m an experienced rider. I promise you’ll be safe. You gotta trust me on this.”
Squeezing her arms tightly around his waist, she replied, “I do, but it’s still scary.”
“Let go of the fear in your head. I’ll keep you safe, so just enjoy it.”
Standing there in the driveway, Ashley felt safe in his arms. “I got this,” she said, looking up into his eyes.
Dipping his head down, he pecked her lips. “Good. Let’s go.” He pulled away and led her to his Harley.
“Do you have a helmet?” she asked as he took out a pair of sunglasses.
“No. I don’t wear one.”
“Isn’t it the law?”
“Only if the rider or passenger is seventeen and younger. And even if it was the law, there’s no damn way I’d wear one.”
She smiled. “I don’t think the rebel in you would let you.”
“Damn straight.” He turned to her. “I’m gonna get on first. When I tell you to hop on, you need to put your left hand on my shoulder. He pointed down to a chrome bar with black rubber inserts. “You put your left foot on this peg, then throw your right leg over the seat while I hold the bike straight until you’re comfortable.
Wrap your arms around my waist to hold on. Got it?”
Nodding, she watched his legs tighten as he righted the motorcycle.
“Hop on, darlin’.”
Ashley did as he’d instructed and was soon flush against his warm body with her arms wrapped tight around his trim waist. She could feel every ridge and valley of his chiseled six-pack, and she chuckled under her breath. I could get used to this.
Looking over his shoulder, Smokey blew her a kiss. “You feel good pressed against me. Now, all you have to remember is to lean with me through the turns. I lead and you follow—like a dance.”
“Understood, but don’t go too fast.”
He chuckled. “That’s reserved for when you beg me for another ride, and believe me, you will. You’re gonna love the feel of riding. There’s nothing like it.”
“If you say so,” she murmured.
“You’ll see.”
The deep roar of the engine broke the solitude of the neighborhood, the vibrations rumbling beneath her. Smokey pulled away from the curb, and she tightened her grip. The wind lashed against her face as trees, streetlights, and houses rushed by. Seeing how Smokey handled the motorcycle with ease and expertise, the fear inside of her slowly slipped away.
At the stoplight, he revved the engine hard, and she gasped as the vibrations ran through her. Holy shit! I never expected that. Who knew riding a motorcycle would be this much fun?
The wind grew chilly, and she pressed herself to his back, feeling the heat emanating off his body. As they rode, she leaned with him into a turn, loving the feeling of complete freedom. Riding on the same road she took every day to work was more exciting from the back of a bike. She’d never noticed the way the sunlight played over the copper tops of the streetlights, or paid attention to the soft whoosh of water cascading from the fountain in Miner’s Square. Everything seemed familiar and different at the same time.
Smokey turned into the parking lot of the diner and pulled into a space. When he came to a stop and turned off the engine, Ashley climbed off the bike, her legs a bit shaky. He grabbed her arm to steady her as he straddled the bike.
“That’s normal for your first time.” He threw his right leg over the seat and tugged her closer to him, his arm curling around her shoulders.
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