Uninhibited (Page 32)

“Sure you can,” he murmurs, a new note of dark determination in his voice. He strokes across my nipples, rolling, pinching gently, and God, I let out a shuddering cry of pleasure at the sensation. I twist in his arms, trying to make him see sense, but he holds me tight, taking my hands and placing them firmly back on the wheel.

“If we stop moving, I stop touching you, how about that?”

The challenge sends a fresh rush of desire through me. My heart is pounding, my body on fire as we cut through the waves, a thrill like I’ve never felt before.

I don’t want it to stop.

“Fine,” I gasp, reaching for the throttle. “At least let me slow down.”

“No dice, sugar.” Dex moves my hand back to the wheel. “You’re in the fast lane now. We drop below forty, and I won’t do this…”

He plucks at my nipple again, sending shards of electricity spiraling through my body. I moan, gasping as his other hand trails down my stomach, toying with the button on my denim cutoffs.

“You’re evil.” I swallow another moan as his hand slips under my waistband. “Holding me hostage, like in that movie, Speed.”

Dex laughs against me. “What do you say, sweetheart? Think you can hold on long enough?”

I take another shaking breath, the panic in my bloodstream dissolving. Somehow, I trust this man, and that’s all I need to know.

I twist my head to kiss him, a fevered, hungry kiss.

“Try me.”

I turn back to face the front, gripping the wheel tightly and bracing my legs, but nothing can prepare me for Dex’s touch, his wonderful, wicked hands. He slides his hands back under my shirt, roving with confidence, caressing my nipples into aching buds as he bends to lick and kiss along my neck.

I fall back against him, dizzy in his hands. I can feel the hard bulge of his desire pressing into me, and I arch back into him, bolder now.

Dex growls against my neck. His touch turns hungry, until I’m whimpering in his arms, my body alight with lust.

He slides one hand down my stomach.

My pulse kicks. Oh Lord. I can’t believe we’re really doing this, out in broad daylight, still speeding across the bay. But there’s nobody to see us, nothing but the glare of sunlight reflecting off the water, burning into my retinas as Dex unbuttons my shorts, easing them lower over my hips as I fight to keep in control of the boat and not surrender completely to the pleasure rolling through my body.

“God, Alicia…” Dex groans against me. I’m liquid in his arms, pinned in place by his strong arms wrapped tight around me.

I answer with another moan, grinding back against his hardness, and I’m rewarded with another stroke, stronger this time, sending shudders of pleasure spiraling through my body; a rush of heat pooling between my thighs.

Dex rubs me slowly, in a maddeningly slow rhythm, until I’m writhing. My blood is on fire, my heartbeat pounding a desperate cry, my need blossoming into a sharp ache. Then, when I think I can’t take anymore, he nudges the damp fabric aside and slowly sinks two fingers deep inside me.

I cry out in pleasure, the sound lost under the hum of the engine. Dex grips me tighter, holding me up with one arm while the other curls against me, pressing his palm against my clit as his fingers fuck me deeper, pulsing inside me until I think I might lose my mind.

Oh God.

I buck desperately against his hand, needing to increase the pressure, desperate to feel him deeper inside, but Dex holds me back, controlling the pace, making me beg and whimper for more.

“That’s right,” he growls, panting in my ear. “You want it hard, don’t you? You need me inside you, filling you up.”

His dirty words send a fresh wave of desire rolling through me. I cling to the steering wheel for dear life, stars dancing in my eyes.

“Feel my fingers, baby. Sliding deep, just the way you like it.” Dex’s voice is hypnotic, sending me spinning higher, closer to the edge. His fingers pulse harder, curling high against my walls as his palm rubs my clit into a desperate knot of sensation. “Can you feel me?” Dex demands, thrusting against my ass. “Do you want more?”

“Yes!” I gasp, totally undone. “Please, Dex…”

He bites down on my bare shoulder as he sinks another finger into me, all the way up to the knuckles, and God, it’s too much. Pleasure and pain, like nothing I’ve felt before. So tight, so full, so unbelievably good. He pinches my nipple and thrusts deeper and I come apart with a scream, drowning in the rush of pleasure that slams through me, breaking my body apart and scattering me into a sharp haze of ecstasy as the waves crash against the boat and the gulls circle overhead, and I wonder how I ever got by without a pleasure like this.

17.

I come back down to earth, reeling in his arms. I feel like the world should have stopped for that, but we’re still speeding through the waves, parallel to the shore.

That was incredible.

It was pure insanity.

Dex drops a kiss on my shoulder, over the tender spot he just bit. “Hey,” he murmurs.

“Hey,” I whisper back, breathless.

“See?” Dex’s voice turns teasing. “I knew I’d make a speed freak of you yet.”

I laugh, twisting to look at him. “You’re lucky I’m an excellent driver,” I quip, feeling a surge of adrenaline, the reckless afterglow. “Perfect score on my test.”