Page 93 of Bared

He savored her stunned gasp. If he knew her leggings as well as he thought he did, the silky coverings wouldn’t provide much cushion for her spread flower. That meant, any minute now…

“Oh! By the Creator! Sir!”

…she’d start to spill with succulent sighs like that.

After rocking her softness up and down his bulge several more times, he finally grasped enough self-control to speak again. “Sweet, perfect Pixie,” he husked. “You’ve ruined that word for me.”

She lifted a corner of her mouth with languorous pleasure. “Which one?”

“You know which one,” he returned, sliding a hand to her thigh and pinching hard for good measure. When she reacted with a startled but sultry yelp, he dug the fingers of his other hand into the nip of her waist. “Say it again,” he dictated, bucking his hips to give her proper motivation.

“Sir,” she whispered at once, leaning in to seal her compliance with a respectful kiss.

“Again,” Brick ordered, biting her lower lip to keep her mouth close and ready.

“Yes, Sir. Anything you want, Sir.”

They tangled tongues with the next kiss. Their bodies began moving in carnal unison. As Brick hitched up, his perfect princess rolled down, then over and over again, until they were writhing in possibly the hottest dry hump of his entire existence.

And of course, he kept demanding the beautiful word from her.

“Again. Tell me you’re still here with me, Pixie.”

“Yes. Yes. I am here, Sir.”

“Again. Tell me how you like riding me.”

“I do like it, Sir. Oh yes, how I like riding you.”

“Even if I’m pounding everything inside you? Hurting you?”

“Yes. Especially if you hurt me. Please!”

“Are you close now?”

“Yes. I am so close!”

“Because I’m fucking you? Hurting you?”

“Yes. Oh, yes!”

“Again. Tell me how close you are.”

“Yes, Sir. Ohhh…it hurts, and I am so close, Sir!”

She wasn’t lying. He knew it from the erotic shivers that began overtaking her. From the way she flung her head back, lost to her sensual rise. From the way she started gasping so hard and heavily, he had to grab her neck and force her back down for a wild consummation of a kiss.

Not a moment too soon.

As their teeth crashed and their tongues dueled, another small squad of Paris’s finest came running by, seemingly certain they were on to something. But while Brick had tamped his Pixie’s vociferous vocals, no way could he halt her incessant grinding. No way did he want to. He needed this as badly as she, but more than just a win for his cock. Marching back up the street and putting a bullet through Carris’s heart was out of the question, but pleasuring the woman of his obsessions, right under the noses of the cops the bastard had sicced on them, was a very nice chunk of very sweet revenge.

But that wasn’t the best part.

Nothing was better than watching this exquisite female chase her ultimate completion—and knowing he was the lucky shit who’d be giving it to her.

No. Not just lucky.

He was blessed, plain and simple, and this moment was another miracle in this crazy, calamitous, completely star-crossed night. Those gas balls in the sky were working overtime for them tonight; the least he could do in return was honor their effort—and, hard as it was, believe in their magic. After all, it wouldn’t last forever. It couldn’t.