He drew me in close, pulling me into his hard body before he turned me so that my back was to the car. My damn legs jumped, unable to contain the high level of anxiousness his actions were filling me with. Was this about to happen? Was I about to get what I wanted? As wrong as it was, I’d never wanted anything more.
When he tucked one of his muscled arms into his shirt and pulled the back up with his free hand, I waited in breathless anticipation, air rushing in and out of my mouth. He unveiled the cut top half of his body, so masterfully put together that the sight made my mouth go dry. He was a well-developed mix of toned muscles under a cover of naturally tanned skin and enough body art to start his own exhibit.
I knew from the moment I met Khane that his body was ripped, but seeing him up close and in front of me shattered the imagery and the glimpse of him I’d seen on his balcony.
In smooth Khane fashion, he didn’t rush anything, so I had time to enjoy each angle, each movement of the beautifully painted, living portrait he presented. He folded his shirt before reaching around me and sitting it on the car while I feasted on the close-up view of him.
His hand skimmed up my arm, leaving aching tingles in its wake as my chest moved faster to keep up with my lost breaths. Unable to stand still in front of him, I stopped trying to keep my jittery movements contained. His slow-moving hand didn’t stop until it was at my neck, and his thumb brushed over my chin, the feathery caress making my eyes close.
He leaned in until his lips covered mine, enticing a throaty moan that kissed my persistent arousal. He didn’t move his lips right away, allowing us to revel in the smooth contact, the warm rush, the perfect fit.
Once his lips started to move over mine, I melted for him, releasing a sigh against his mouth. I parted my lips to allow him access. His tongue teased mine with a delicate slide that spread a layer of warmth all over me. His kisses were like elicit dreams, a captivating mixture of spicy and sweet satisfaction.
The kiss deepened, and I was lost as he made love to my mouth. His tongue stroked the tip of mine before it glided up one side, and I returned the caress with a desperate flick, wanting to keep it in my mouth.
If he wanted to, I was sure he could get me off with only his kisses. They embodied me fully, reaching my toes, and setting off a desperate ache that soaked me in flames as his touch provided the fuel.
At this point, I was filled with such eagerness, that I shook with the effort it took to keep my sanity contained. His hand went for the rim of his shirt that I wore, leading his fingertips to flirt with my thighs. He lifted the shirt, and I stood in place, enjoying the way his eyes lit up as he unveiled me and soaked in my nakedness.
My body was far from perfect, but the pleasure in Khane’s gaze when he looked at me, the pleasing smile on his face, and the sparkle that seemed to sizzle over him, made me feel like a goddess. He took the shirt over my head and dropped it off to the side while his eyes eased over every line and curve of me, his exploring gaze as potent as his touch.
His hands went to my waist, and I gasped when he lifted me and my ass landed on the car that I had forgotten was behind me. The hard, unbending metal was cushioned by his shirt that he had put there for me.
He adjusted my naked body atop the car, the hood propped open like a slanted roof, as I sat on the small edge. I was so far gone that I hadn’t even realized that I had a tight grip on his bulging biceps until he took me by the wrists. He placed my hands on the car behind me as I stared, mesmerized by him.
“Hold on here. Try not to let go, okay.” His voice rasped with masculine need, so strong, I surrendered at the first sound. I found myself nodding at his request, too overwhelmed for speech. The shaky breaths I’d long ago lost control of, swam through the air as other, more potent desires flooded me.
I was angled so that I was on full display, highlighted by the light shining behind Khane. The chemistry between us was too strong to be held within walls and soft fabrics. We needed this hard car frame, and the harmonizing insect songs spilling in through the open back of the garage. We needed the squawks of birds mingling with the growls and scratches of other ravenous animals. We didn’t need candles and soft music because the natural setting fit us perfectly.
Once he had me positioned the way he wanted me, he stepped between my legs, which automatically opened for him. His gaze explored me with such demanding confidence that it was enough to keep my hormones dancing to the energetic beat he’d set off.
He lifted and placed my left foot atop the car’s front bumper, exposing my leaking pussy, before he positioned my other foot, widening my legs further. I sat obediently in place, fully exposed with my legs splayed open, and my hand gripping the bars of hard metal behind me. Khane had access to everything and could plainly see every part.
When he was satisfied with the positioning, he stepped back and observed his efforts. The smile in his eyes reached his lips before his gaze met mine.
There was no longer any reluctance in his facial expression. He was as committed to what we were about to do as I was. His hand dropped to the button of his pants, and so did my eyes, but he didn’t undo them.
Instead, he edged closer: stalking, dangerous, and perfect. When he was close enough that his muscled thighs brushed mine, I sucked in a deep gasp and stared up at him as his masculine physique demanded my full attention. Jesus, it wasn’t right for a man to be that damn physically intoxicating and mentally overwhelming.
He could have barked any order, and I would have obeyed. Instead, he kept me locked in his gaze as his hands went sliding up my parted thighs, making me fight back a shiver. There was no more control or off buttons. We were going to fuck.
His hands slid over my lit body, squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples, his exploring strokes were making me moan. He leaned in and allowed his tongue to slide across the thumping pulse in my neck as his warm breath glazed over my burning skin. His every action turned my thoughts into dust and rebuilt them into temples of hard need and endless want.
Based on the size of the mound in his pants, and what I had felt pressed into my ass on his balcony, I already knew he wasn’t lacking in the dick department. Maybe I would get lucky enough to experience it filling up the inside of my mouth.
When he kneeled, my sharp gaze followed, and thoughts of his dick in my mouth evaporated. With his mouth aligned with my throbbing wet heat, he glanced up with a wicked expression, potent enough to induce an orgasm. “I’m about to eat your pussy so good, you’re going to still be feeling it next month.”
I almost came because his bold statement sounded like a promise. His snow-white teeth, pressed with a light touch before he bit my inner thigh and licked his way closer, making me quake with pleasure.
He spread my pussy lips as we watched my juices leak from my pink folds. “Such a pretty little hot pussy,” he whispered, before he blew on it. The light touch of his breath made me whimper.
As soon as his lips kissed my lower ones, I uttered the only thought in my mind. “Khane.” His name was one elongated whisper that rolled off my tongue and floated into the interior of the garage.
He eased me into his actions, licking every part before he zeroed in on my clit, flattening his tongue against it before he made it wave and flutter, doing a tango with my throbbing nub. The fiery waves of pleasure set my movements to the rhythm of his dancing tongue.
The grip I had on the metal tightened, causing my hands to shake from me squeezing so hard. The concentrated pleasure he produced entered my clit and then made the journey over my body. All those animal noises outside had been replaced by my loud moans, the only sound that contended with his mouth snacking on my pussy.
When he eased back and sent his slick tongue past my clit and deeper into my hungry cove, I melted. “Khane. Oh shit!” I was a mess of cries and moans. My body being lavished with gifts of pleasure so strong, I feared I would pass out.