“What are we doing here?” I took in the area. There weren’t any outbuildings or a home, not even a deer stand.
“Get off the bike, Em,” he ordered in a deep, husky voice, catching me by surprise.
I didn’t move as I tried to figure out if I’d done something wrong.
“Did you hear me, woman? Get. Off. The. Bike.”
I obeyed with my heart palpitating.
He scooted back on his seat, assessing me from head to toe. “Those shorts are sexy as fuck on you, Em.”
I ran my finger along the edge of them.
Danny licked his lips. “See this place?” He fanned out his hand. “I came here a lot after you left. I’d spend hours thinking about the many ways I would fuck you once we were back together.”
I inhaled a lustful breath.
“Even jacked off, spurting my cum on the ground, calling out your name like a prayer.”
I swallowed, feeling my panties dampen.
“But the one way I wanted you most was on my bike, straddling me as you rode me. The time has come, Em.”
My eyes went wide as I scanned the clearing.
“Take off your shorts and panties, Em.”
His authoritative tone made me exhale an aroused breath. Was he serious? Dodge wasn’t one to joke around.
Oh mercy.
“Did you hear your man, Emilee?” He undid his belt and unzipped his pants. His dark eyes smoldered as he pinned me in place like a starved wolf eyeing his prey.
I nodded and removed my bottoms. This was fucking hot and not at all like the Danny I knew last summer.
I prayed nobody interrupted us.
“Gimme your panties.” He extended his hand, and I dropped them on his palm. He took them and inhaled my scent.
I clenched down low, throbbing painfully. I needed him inside me desperately.
After getting his fill, he tucked my underwear into the inside pocket of his cut. “Now take off your shirt and bra.”
My face flamed red hot. Holy hell, what had gotten into him? It didn’t matter if I was embarrassed. I did as my man said.
Danny groaned, rubbing his crotch. “Fucking perfect, Em. Come here, baby.” He reached his hand out. I placed mine on his palm, then he kissed my knuckles. “So fucking perfect, Em.”
“I’m so turned on.”
“Are you?” His hand went between my legs, and his fingers slipped between my folds.
I leaned into them and moaned.
He quickly removed them. “Not yet. You know I can’t resist your sweetness.” He stuck his fingers into his mouth and sucked off my juices as he rubbed his crotch. “Damn, your pussy is delicious.”
“I might come just watching you.”
He snickered. “Better not, baby. When you come, it will be on my cock. Nowhere else. Hear me?”