Page 11 of Easy Rider
Chapter Five
Lord have mercy, touchingEmma’s silky thigh was like being hooked up to jumper cables. My cock is ready to tear a hole through my jeans to get to her.
And it doesn’t help my self-control one bit when I can remember clearly how it felt to be inside her.
There’s no way you could ever forget a woman like Emma Lockhart. Feisty, smart as a whip, and so fucking beautiful. Just staring at her lips in Stew’s office made me want to pick her up, haul her sweet little ass over my shoulder, and spread her legs and lick. She has no idea what’s coming her way.
I hurry and open her door. When I extend my hand to help her down, she hesitates before taking it, as if she has to check herself to see if it’s okay to touch me. I give her a smile, and I can tell she’s holding back one of her own when she finally slips her little velvet hand into mine.
Once she has her footing, she brings her hand back to her side, and I feel like I’m missing a limb. And I know damn well how I’m feeling is crazy as fuck. But hell, it isn’t like I don’t alreadyknowher.
I’ve licked every square inch of her body. I know how she tastes. What she looks like when she comes. How she sounds when she’s crying out my name. I’ve been craving her the whole time she’s been gone. I just didn’t realize how much until I saw her again. Now, there’s no going back.
I let her walk in front of me as we slowly make our way to the barn. My eyes reflexively go straight to her curvy ass. Her hips sway back and forth, making her dress move with every step. I scan down to her smooth, sexy legs and the way she’s maneuvering around the divots and holes in her cute little boots. This is no place for a woman like her, not dressed the way she is.
“You’re going to ruin those pretty boots of yours,” I say, coming up next to her, but I don’t tell her what else I have in mind. “They’re not made for this terrain the way mine are.”
Emma stops and peers down. She’s standing in two inches of mud. “Well, there isn’t a whole lot I can do about it now.” She points to the barn. “I mean, I’m all the way out here. I have to get from point A to B.”
I nod at a clumpy puddle up ahead. “The mud will be up to your knees by the time we reach that barn.” I grin. “So it’s a good thing you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about a damn thing when I’m with you, darlin’,” I say, bending and scooping her into my arms.
“What the hell?” she shrieks as I get a better grip around her back and under her knees. I can’t feel her skin, so I push her dress out of the way and adjust my hold. My heart slams against my chest the second I feel her smooth bare thigh. My cock swells with the thought of edging my hand between her legs and slipping my fingers into her tight slit.
She’s pretending to be all business, but she isn’t fooling me. I could see the heat blazing in her eyes when she was checking out my dick in the office. I know she’s soaking wet for me. She trembles in my arms as I hustle over the mud.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she squeaks, trying to sound indignant.
“Just giving you a ride,” I growl, sliding my hand further up her delicious thigh. I peer down, and her fucking dress is open at the top. Fuck me, this woman is ripe for the picking. She’s practically falling out of her bra. Her dark pink nipples, clear as day in that white bra, make me salivate. I can wait to latch on to them and suck them for all they’re worth.Jesus.
She hasn’t made one move to push me away. If anything, she’s been shifting and wiggling, torturing my aching cock. I won’t be able to stop once I get a taste of her. No fucking way.
We reach the barn and I bring her inside. There are a few hay bales stacked in the corner. Oh, she’d be at the perfect height. I do everything I can to resist throwing her over them. I could yank up that dress, rip off her panties, and fuck her from behind so easily.
“Are you going to let me down now?” Emma’s eyes bore into mine. “P-please, put me down.” Her words are all breath. I don’t know if she’s breathing hard because she’s scared or about to come. Because I sure as hell don’t want to frighten her, I gently set her down and help her to her feet.
I hold myself back like a gentleman, instead of cupping her face and pressing my lips against hers so hard they’ll bruise, but it takes every ounce of focus.
Emma props her little hands on her curvy hips and makes a full turn, inspecting the barn. Avoiding me, like I’m supposed to care about the status of the damn building.
She’s still within arm’s reach. Her delicious scent wafts through the space, and I’m lost breathing her in. I’m like a bear coming out of a deep hibernation, ready to plunder sweet, mouthwatering berries.
The rest of the world is a blur, the only thing that exists on this planet is her. I don’t know what kind of perfume she’s wearing, or if she even uses it at all. But it’s making mehungry.The woman is edible.
And I don’t know what she’s trying to do to me with those fucking buttons.All the way down the front of her dress. Is she trying to tempt me with the dress or the buttons? Buttons can be undone, easily. And a dress—well, hell, a lot can happen under that dress. I pull my gaze away from her before I lose my shit and go all caveman on her.
But then Emma moves further into the barn. When she arches her back and inspects the roof, I’m obsessed with the sight of her rock-hard nipples. She seems fucking oblivious to the way she’s making my cock roar.
“Do you think this will last another winter?” Emma straightens and pivots to me. And something about the way she’s waiting for my answer, with her sweet, all-trusting expression, melts my fucking heart. Then our eyes meet, and I can tell by the way she’s pursing her pretty lips that she’s nervous.
